phan oneshots

i dont think i love you anymore pt.1

Don't pay attention to grammar ok.

I walked out of our bedroom and shouted throughout the house "Phil?" Where was he? I had no idea. It was only 10 am so there was no real excuse for him to be awake yet. The only reason I was awake was because I didn't feel Phil laying next to me.

I heard a snore come from the living room and shouted again. "Phil? Is that you?"

No response. So I went to the living room and on the couch was a sleeping Phil.

I walked over and sat next to him. "Philly." I whispered.

No response.

I leaned down, closer to his face. "Philly."

Nothing.

"Phil." I said loudly.

His eyes opened slowly. "What?" He mumbled.

"Why weren't you with me in the bed."

"Because I'm out here."

"Why are you out here?"

"Because I moved." He sat up and faced me.

"Why'd you move?"

"I was just hot, okay?" He said, sounding annoyed.

"Yeah, okay." I mumbled. I leaned on his shoulder and looked up at him, smiling. "Well good morning."

"What time is it?"

"10."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"So why are you awake?" Phil said as he stood up.

I looked up at him. "I missed you."

"I was right outside, why did it mean so much that you had to come wake me up at 10 am?"

"I just missed your voice Philly." I internally frowned a bit. "Did I upset you? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I love you so much and don't wanna make you mad, I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad, Dan. Just tired. You're fine." He leaned down and pecked my cheek.

I stood up and smiled. "Well that's good."

He walked into the kitchen. "Yeah. Do you want pancakes?"

"Phil you make breakfast everyday. Let me do it for once." I whined.

"You would burn the house down and you know it."

"I just wanna be a good boyfriend." I sat down on the kitchen floor in protest.

"You are. I just don't wanna be a dead boyfriend. So do you want pancakes?"

"Yes." I mumbled, grumpily.

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Phil had finished cooking and we were eating in the living room. I was sat next to him, leaning on his shoulder yet again as I ate my pancakes. He ate his, slower than I did.

I looked up at him and noticed that he was stating at the wall. Now that I though about it, he'd been doing that the whole time. What was he doing? Was he just spaced out? Was he thinking? What about? Should I get his attention? Is something wrong?

I decided not to say anything and just shushed up about it, trying to figure out what he was doing.