Phan One Shots

You can't tell Phil!

A/N: I'm going to stop the descriptions, sorry, but I feel like they ruin the story.

TW: None.

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Phil's POV

Dan is sat in the dentist chair right now, having two teeth removed and to say he is nervous is an understatement.

"Dan, please just sit still in the chair so then it is over and done with," I sigh, still trying to calm him down. "Please, Dan. For me?"

Dan stopped moving and huffed, "Fine, but only because you asked."

"Thank you."

The dentist takes hold of the needle to numb Dan's gums, but this causes Dan to flip out and stand from the chair walking towards the door, "Nope, not happening. I'm sorry Phil, but I am not having that needle anywhere near my mouth! Nope, nope, nope."

"Dan!" I huff, standing from my chair in frustration. "You will sit in that goddamn chair even if I have to strap you down myself!"

This causes Dan to come to a halt just has his hand makes contact with the handle, "But you know I don't like needles, Phil." He whispers barely audible, making my heart melt ever so slightly.

"They can use gas, right?" I ask, turning to face the dentist with hope in my tone.

The dentist nods, pulling out the gas machine from the cupboard, while Dan unwillingly sits back down in the chair, gripping onto the sides as if they would fall out from beneath him. The mask is placed over Dan's mouth and Dan looks over at me with complete fear in his eyes; I just want to hold him in my arms, whispering sweet loves into his ear, but I can't.

"It's going to be okay, I'm here," I smile supportively, as he begins to doze off. "I'm here, always."

After Dan's teeth had been pulled out the dentist had moved us to a new room, so that Dan could recover from the laughing gas and the gas did live up to its name. I've never seen the boy so loopy.

"Phil," Dan cooed, stretching out the 'i'. "You know we are great friends, best friends even?"

I chuckle slightly and nod, "Yes, best friends."

He fidgets with his hands, "I love you."

"I love you too," I chuckle, while shaking my head.

He throws his head back, "But not like that, Phil!"

I frown and sit further forward, "How do you mean then?" My heart is beating faster with every second passing, the anticipation of Dan telling me he loves me and not just as a friend tormenting me. "Dan?"

He laughs and sits up properly, "I love you, Philip Michael Lester. Not just as a friend. I can't tell Phil though, okay?"

"Y-yeah. You do?" I ask, debating whether it is the gas talking or actually Dan.

"Yes. Very much so," he leans closer and whispers, "But you can't tell Phil!"

I lean back into the chair, gob smacked at what I had just found out. Dan loves me? Do I love him? Why am I kidding myself, course I do. I have done since the first time I ever saw those precious eyes of his through Skype. Do I tell him that he told me, or do I keep quiet? He may never tell me though, so I guess I will tell him.

Dan sighs, "Do you think he likes me?"

"There's only one way to find out," I reply, hoping he will remember this later. "You'll have to ask him."

He stands from the chair, stumbling over towards the door, "I'm going to tell him now."

"No! Dan, not in this state," I grab his arm, sending a spark straight through me. "Let's wait, okay?"

Dan pouts childishly, "You're just trying to keep me from Phil!"

"Why would I do that?" I laugh.

"Because you love me."

I sigh playfully, "And what if I do?"

He swats my arm, "I am in love with Phil! How dare you!"

I laugh and sit back down into my chair, admiring the drowsy boy stood in front of me, "Who do you think I am?"

He frowns and looks to the side in thought, "I don't know actually. Who are you?"

"Lord Nelson," I suppress my giggle and stick my tongue out to the side.

"Lord Nelson? Your name is Lord Nelson?" he takes a seat next to me warily. "I'm Dan."

Later that day, we are at home and Dan went for a lay down about an hour ago, I could hear his soft snores until they stopped a while ago. My mind wandered back to our previous conversation at the dentist; did he really mean it?

My thoughts were cut short by my door opening ever so slightly, as Dan's head peeped through the crack, "Phil?" He asked weakly. "Can we talk?"

My heart leapt, "Course, come sit."

"Thanks," he sits down carefully beside me and fiddles with his hands again, something I had noticed a lot recently. "Uhm, so earlier. I don't really remember much."

I sigh sadly, course he doesn't, "What do you remember?"

"I remember talking to Lord Nelson, whoever that was?" he chuckles quietly.

I laugh out loud and place my laptop onto the desk beside me, "Yep. I remember that conversation."

His eyes widen with shock, "That was you?"

I nod, "Yeah. Course it was, who else would it be?"

"Why did you say your name was Lord Nelson then? I told him- oh god, I told you- stuff!" he stands abruptly and paces the room. "Oh god!"

"Dan? It's okay, I-"

"It's not okay, not okay," he mutters. "You're gonna hate me and kick me out, because I meant it Phil. I meant it. I understand if you wanna throw me out-"

"Dan!" I exclaim, "Stop and let me finish." I wait for him to stop pacing and grab him by the shoulders, "Right, first I want to say, I'm glad you thought I was someone else, or you may have never told me, second, thank you and third, I love you too."

His shoulders drop, while his eyes dart around the room, "You do?"

I smile, "Yes."

"Really?" he smiles and rests his forehead on mine.

"Really, really."