Phan One-Shots

1: Mirror

Australia was more humid than Dan thought it would be. Sure, it was kind of implied, as it was one of hottest places on the planet, but Dan still thought that his hair could at least be managable. But, as he prayed to every god imaginable on the plane ride there, one of the flight attendants spoke over the loud speaker: "better get your head scarves, ladies, because its gonna be HUMID!" Dread.

As the days went on though, Dan's worry about his appearence disappeared while exploring Australia with his best friend, Phil. He dragged Dan to zoo after zoo, never becoming bored of the Kangaroos, sloths, and crocodiles. One time, Dan was reading a plaque in front of an exhibit, his back turned to Phil. About 5 minutes into his reading, he heard sniffling, only to turn around to a quietly crying phil, holding a small Koala. What a fucking spork. Dan's favourite part of every trip, though, was basking in Phil's childlike excitement about absolutely everything.

One afternoon, on their way back to their hotel room in Perth, the two boys went to a small dive by a train station. It was called "Thicket," serving soups and burgers, perfect for their appetites. While Phil was choosing what to order, Dan sneaked away to the bathroom. Suprisingly confident with his "hobbit hair", he snapped a quick selfie, posted it, and then joined Phil at their table once again. Phil ordered French onion soup with cayenne pepper flakes, and Dan ordered sliders with bacon jam. During their meal, Dan couldn't keep his eyes off of Phil. He was fucking beautiful, no doubt about it. From his jet-black hair to his feet, he looked like a piece of art. It was so dificult to keep their relationship hidden, when Phil looked so gorgeous all the time.

Later, in their hotel room, both boys were slumped on their separate beds, scrolling through tumblr. "Im gonna take a shower," said Dan, sighing as he hoisted himself up from his makeshift sofa crease.

It had been a good 15-minute shower, which Dan very much needed. Traveling, no matter how fun it was, stressed him out. Secretly, Dan wanted nothing more than to be back at home, in Phil's bedroom, the both of them binge-watching American Horror Story on his laptop. But, as an adult, both boys had to work. They loved what they did, but Dan missed when he could go to airports un-recognized. Ugh, life.

In his sweatpants, black socks, and his "potato sack" jumper, Dan dried his hair and walked back out to his bed. Phil, still in the same position, was staring at his computer. His face was emotionless, though his eyes were brimmed with tears. "Phil?" Dan asked from his bed, confused. He hadn't even noticed dan come in. Wiping his eyes quickly, he plastered a big smile on his face, and shut his computer swiftly. "Yeah?" he said brightly. "Phil...What's wrong?" He recieved a nervous laugh. "N-nothing! Why would you think that?" Dan sighed. "Phil, what were you looking at on your computer?" The younger boy stood up, inching closer to the other. Sure, Phil could show Dan is weak spots when looking at cute animals, but he was never willing to open up to Dan about his real feelings. "Erm...it was p-porn! Yea, im extremely horny." Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes. Crawling across the white duvet of Phil's bed, Dan gripped Phil's laptop gently, slowly opening it. On his screen, was the picture of Dan that he had taken earlier that day in "Thicket." Phil had been scrolling through one section of the comments, reading as people posted "Dan is soooo hot, too bad Phil isn't" , "Phil is a fucking rat" , and "This is why 'Phan' isn't real. 10's don't date 1's." Covering his face, an embarassed Phil tried to shift his position away from Dan. Pushing Phil's laptop to the side, Dan sat on Phil's lap, not letting him leave. Gently removing Phil's hands from his face, Dan put his face inches away from the older boy's. "Do you really believe this shit?!" Dan said, softly, trying not to let his own anger surface. Phil was crying now, big tears quietly streaming from his sky-blue eyes. "I just- I don't know, Dan. You're sexy, you're beautiful. Then, theres...yaknow...me."

Dan gripped Phil's quivering chin, and lifted it so that Phil was staring into Dan's big brown eyes. Wiping away the older boy's tears with his thumb, Dan smiled sadly. "Phil. You have no idea how hot you are. You are fucking gorgeous. You're the most attractive person I have ever seen in my whole life. Honestly." Phil looked down at his own stomach, his eyes filled with tears. "I just...I don't see it. I'm sorry." Dan stood up, offering his hand to Phil's. He looked up to Dan, inquisitively. Without hesitstion, Dan grabbed Phil's hand, which was smaller than his own, and pulled him towards the full-length mirror, across from the couch. Standing behind Phil, Dan wrapped his arms around the pale boy's small waist. "Look at yourself."

Phil slowly lifted his gaze up to the mirror, his pink lips trembling. He scanned his body, then turned his head awkwardly to see Dan. "I don't want to do this, Dan."

Dan felt so fucking bad. To think that the most beautiful man he had ever encountered thought he was unattractive was so painful. He could only imagine how Phil felt.

Dan lowered his lips to Phil's collarbone, kissing a trail up his neck to his chin. They made their way to Dan's bed, and lied down on the duvet, staring up at the ceiling. Dan turned, and with all the love he could muster, kissed phil, tears flowing from his eyes. "Dan?! Why are you crying?!" Burying his face in the crook between Phil's head and shoulder, Dan muttered, "Because i love you. Youre a fucking piece of art, Lester."

Dan felt Phil's long, thin fingers run through his wavy hair. "I love you too."
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