Dan and Phil oneshots.

We have to fight for this love.

Dans pov

I've known Phil for a long time, and not once in that time have we argued. Not properly. A couple disagreements perhaps. But then again, who doesn't have those?

"I told you not to bring her back here!" Phil shouted.

I didn't want it to end up like this.

"It's my own choice!" I yelled back.

There was a slam of a bedroom door.

"You never listen to me!" He replied, at the top of his voice.

"Quit whining! Its not that big a deal"

"It just proves that you won't ever listen I anybody other than yourself!"

"Excuse me!" I screeched, outraged.

"You heard me!" Phil said, quieter.

"Before you go judging other people, make sure your hands are clean!" I shouted, before slamming my bedroom door also.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it's supposed to mean!"

"Idiot" He murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Look who's talking, hypocrite."

"At least I don't bring tramps back here, when our first agreed rule is no bringing girls back..or boys" He said, whispering the last part.

"Ahem! Alex is hardly a tramp! Far from it!"

I heard a soft thump on the wall, as Phil was probably leaning against it in annoyance.

"And we all get it Phil, you're bisexual, big deal!" I yelled louder than any of the other things I had said.

"Dan!" I heard him gulp, sounding as if he had dissolved into tears.

I had definitely hit a nerve.

"What!" I screamed in a fury of rage.

"You know how I am about that, it was really hard for me to come out to everybody about it." He whimpered.

"Big deal! It happens to people every day! You needn't think you're so special!" I spat out the words as if they were poison, falling back on my bed.

"Why are you saying this?" Phil hissed, his hurt worts barely nothing but a dry whisper.

"You just called my girlfriend a tramp!" I replied angrily.

I heard a sniffing noise, and the sound of Phil sliding down the wall he was leaning on, now most likely in a crouched position.

"You're a horrible person!" He yelled.

"Look who's talking!" I screeched, still in a rage.

"Fucking little emo faggot" I said under my breath.

"I heard that" Phil answered.

"Good" I said, with no expression in my voice.

I could hear Phil's muffled sobs, and the noise of his bedroom door opening.

"I want to move out" He sniffed.

"Nobody's stopping you" I said blankly, getting up and locking my bedroom door.

Phil let out a shaky sob, before what sounded like he was covering his mouth with his hands.

"Fine"

"Fine?" I said, more of a question rather than a statement.

"Yes" He said icily.

"Doesn't bother me" I laughed.

"I never thought you could be this horrible, Dan Howell."

"Neither did I.."

I could hear Phil walking into the kitchen or living room, and I heard a big banging sound suddenly on the floor. It was so loud and sudden, it made me jump.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.

There was no reply, so I unlocked my bedroom door quickly.

"Phil?" I said, putting my head around my bedroom door, my voice sounding hollow in the empty hallway.

I trudged down the hall, and entered the kitchen. He wasn't there, so I abandoned it for the living room.

In the corner of the room, there was Phil, cross legged, head in his hands, crying his heart out.

I looked at the floor, and seen the photo of us together in the frame smashed all over the floor.

"Phil.." I started, my voice turning softer.

"Don't Dan! If you've came to carry on the argument, then I don't want to hear it!" He cried, his voice breaking.

"I-"

"What?" He whispered, looking up and taking his hands away from his face and looking at me with his light blue gentle eyes.

This revealed the tears that were streaking down his face, his eyes were bloodshot and he was shaking.

Most people look ugly or distorted when they cry as heavily as he had.

Phil Lester just looked tragic.

I knelt down beside him, taking his shaking hands that were as cold as ice.

I looked him in the eyes, "Phil, I'm sorry" I pleaded.

He looked at the floor for a couple seconds, and in that time I had made up my mind as to what I really wanted.

I was in love with Phil Lester.

"I-" He started, but I didn't allow him to finish.

I thrown myself on Phil, kissing him hard against the wall.

He kissed me back.

He pulled away, looking me in the eyes.

"Apology accepted" He giggled.

I wiped the tears away softly from his pale face.

I was sitting between his legs, and he slouched against the wall and played with my hair. I softly drawn small circles on the palm of his left hand with my finger.

He had stopped shaking with sadness and upset now, and I wanted to lay in his arms forever.

"Still want to move out?" I whispered.

"Definitely not"

"Good. Forget about Alex too, shes history. You're my bright future." I smiled, and I felt Phil's loose gentle hug he had on me tighten.

"I didn't mean anything I said"
We said at the same time, making the both of us laugh too.

My name is Dan Howell, and this is my story of fighting for my love.