Phan Oneshots

Singing in the Shower

i know my last oneshot was rushed so i'm sorry about that!
but of context for ya: in this chapter, they live in a village, and Dan's singing voice is really not that good.

if you see any dumb mistakes please point them out to me!

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"Thank you Philip! Have a lovely day!" The elderly shopkeeper says, smiling brightly. She had greyish-white hair tied up in a bun, and her short figure wore a lime green wool coat.

Phil visited the little shop often, as they sold the best chocolates. Valentine's Day was pretty far away, but he wanted to buy his boyfriend Dan some chocolate just for the sake of it. He was a nice person like that.

The Chocolate Shop used to be a fire station, but it was renovated into a cute sweet shop - just down the street from where Dan and Phil lived.

The village was cosy and small, full of independent businesses and boutiques. The happy couple visited many of them frequently.

Almost everybody in the country village knew who they were, thanks to their very successful YouTube careers. They'd lived there for such a long time, though, that it wasn't a surprise to see them walking down the street anymore.

Instead of fainting on the spot (now that was an interesting Tuesday) teenage girls simply smiled and waved now.

The selfies were taken and posted on social media some time ago, and he even knew the names of the girls who worked at the cafe that he and Dan often visited.

After spending some time in the shop, and purchasing a pretty hefty load of sugary, stomach-ache inducing foods, he began his short trek home.

Some recent, catchy pop song thumped from a bright red sports car, driven by a young man in a vest and baseball cap. His hair was dyed blonde and he looked totally oblivious to other cars.
Phil rolled his eyes at the sight of the guy going way too fast, but who was he to judge? Wasn't like he could drive, anyway.

Dan would have probably made a humorous comment on his hair or attitude, but Phil was alone. He realised he missed Dan's constant irritating-at-the-time commentary.

The silence of the village, save for the odd car driving past, just didn't compare. 

Arriving back at their humble abode, he admired the honeysuckle that was hanging down from the walls. Every plant in their cottage had a sweet memory attached to it, and Phil enjoyed planting new ones in spring.
At least now that they had a garden there wasn't as many house plants.

Phil knocked on the door to alert Dan of his arrival before he unlocked the door. Usually, the ball of sunshine named Phil would be greeted by a warm bundle of Dan Howell, but that day there was... Nothing.

Brushing it off as Dan having a nap or something, Phil walked over to the kitchen, carefully hiding the sweets in a tall cupboard. If Dan was hungry, he'd go for the fridge. Phil knew him long enough to guess that.

Dan wasn't a secret eater like his boyfriend, anyway.

He was about to text Dan, wondering where he was, when a sudden, high pitched shriek (that Phil somehow recognised as Dan's voice) rang through the small home.

It sounded like a mating fox singing Ariana Grande.

Sprinting up the stairs to find his 'damsel in distress', Phil nearly tripped over himself twice, but soon skidded to a halt when he heard more screeches. They were coming from the bathroom, and running water could be heard in the background.

Wait... They weren't screeches...

That was... Singing?

"NEAR, FAR, WHEREEEEEVERRRR YOU ARE!!"

Dan's voice was clearer than the brilliant blue sky of that day.

Phil chuckled quietly to himself as he realised what was going on.

You see, before the dynamic duo became 'canon', Dan would often sing in the shower. Phil told him it was 'melodic and annoying' but he secretly quite liked it.

He knew Dan would stop if he said that, though - as the brunette's goal seemed to be annoying him through high pitched screams... at eight am.

Who am I kidding, Dan didn't know what eight am even was.

As soon as they became a couple and could start saying things like 'your shower singing doesn't bother me' without sounding weird and stalker-like, Phil told Dan just that.

And he stopped. Without a word.

So it was music to Phil's ears to hear Dan's latest rendition of My Heart Will Go On. It wasn't as accurate, or as in key, but the emotion could be clearly heard. If you surpass the dying raccoon part.

Phil had a eureka moment, and started recording the incident on his phone. He knew Dan would change songs soon, and sure enough, the pitch changed.

"IS IT TOO LATE NOW TO SAY SORRRRRY?"

Chuckling, Phil pressed the phone closer to the door and leaned against it.

"'CAUSE I'M, MISSING MORE THAN JUST YOUR BO-"

Dan was cut off by a short squeal and a Phil shaped lump appearing on his bathroom floor.

"What are you doing, intruder!?"

Phil looked up, sheepishly, to see a startled Dan brandishing a shampoo bottle at him. Upon recognising him, though, he dropped the bottle and simply rolled his eyes, turning around to switch off their shower.

"Explain yourself, Lester." Dan folded his arms playfully, but Phil could see that he seriously wanted answers.

"Uh... Why don't you sing in the shower when I'm around?"

"You're evading my question!"

"You're evading my question!"

"Ugh. Fine. It's because I was embarrassed."

"Why?" Phil seemed genuinely confused, so Dan continued.

"I can't sing, Phil. It's one of my insecurities.."

Phil stood up, shaking out his hair and properly looking at Dan.

"We should talk about this further." Phil had such a serious look on his face that Dan could not help bursting into laughter.

His sweet boyfriend would always be so concerned over tiny little things. It melted Dan's heart.

"What? We don't need a serious talk over me singing in the shower! Just let it go!"

Dan giggled again, his happy mood returning and his chocolate eyes regaining its glow.

"Only if you buy me lots of popcorn."

"Deal."

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happy song of the chapter!
Get Ready For It, Take That.