PHAN ONE SHOTS :)

Little White Lie

Summary: ABOVE YO. Prompt by panicwiththephandom thanks for being there for me during all my mental breakdowns. I got you home dog.

Warnings: UNBELIEVABLE CHEESE!!! cussing probs.

WC: 3717

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"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Were the first words to leave Dans mouth that morning.

He woke up with a start, heart beating quickly as he struggled to find his phone. The bright light bothered his sensitive eyes but he was more worried about the possibility of being late for a meeting with the YouTube people.

He scrambled out of bed his feet tangling in his blankets and falling on to the floor.

"Fuuuuuck." He groaned, face buried into the carpet.

He scrambled up once again, and turned his straightener on before yanking his ultra tight skinny jeans up his legs.

Dan pulled a shirt off the floor and sniffed it, his nose wrinkled before throwing it to the opposite side of the room. Grabbing his Black Yezus shirt instead.

He quickly ran his straighteners through his hair, then cussed out his empty hairspray bottle.

"FUCKING FUCK!" He shouted loudly.

Dans hair would turn into a curly afro as soon as the summer heat touched it.

He sighed, but shrugged on his backpack, and exited his flat to begin the 10 minute walk to the tube.

He jogged down the hallway, begrudgingly of course, and checked the time.

"Fuck." He mumbled, he was so late.

He sped up, cursing his unfit body, but knew better than to complain. He wasn't going to the gym and everyone knew it.

He ran down the first set of stairs, taking them two at a time. He rounded the corner, stumbling slightly, his eyes widened as he tried to slow down, but his previous momentum had no where to go, he clenched his eyes shut and waited for the collision.

"Ow..." Dan whispered from his place on the floor.

He sat up and shook his head, hoping the laptop in his back pack wasnt broken. He looked over to see the person he ran into.

It was a boy, a very attractive boy.

"I'm so sorry!" Dan scrambled up, offering his hand to the pale man still on the floor.

The man smiled and grabbed Dans hand, he was heaved off the floor, "It was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Neither was I-"

The black haired man let out a yelp when he stood up.

"Are you okay?" Dan asked, guilt gripping his stomach.

"Y-yeah I think I might have twisted my ankle or something." The man said, wincing when he stepped down onto his left foot.

"Oh fuck! I'm so sorry!" Dan rushed out, "Do you want to go to A&E?"

The other man shook his head, "No I'm fine...It probably just needs ice or something!"

He tried to take a step but pain shot through his ankle. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay. Shhhhhhine a light that kind of really hurts." The man let out between gritted teeth.

"Do you want help? Getting back to your flat?" Dan asked, he hoped YouTube wouldn't fire him...could they fire him?

The other man nodded, "Um if you wouldn't mind?"