Phan One Shots;) {finished}

~Insane Times~

No ones p.o.v

{memo: dan has been texting this person for awhile now, or has he?}
(special thanks to my dad for giving me the idea for this one shots, ily:))

Daniel Howell.

Daniel, or dan as he keeps nagging his parents to call him, is insane. Yes, insane. Not like the kind of joking kind where you tell your friends that. No, he's done some things that prove the point across. He texts. You might be thinking, "why might you point out the fact that this guy texts? People do it." And yes, that is a true fact. Normal people do indeed text, no surprise there. But the thing with dan, is that he started to text this anonymous person. This so called 'anonymous person' who goes by the name of phil, has been talking to dan for quite some time. They will talk about random nonsense for useless hours. Hours he could have been spending going to counseling. They will keep each other company. Talk to one other about the random facts at life, scary dreams the other had had, and the day they've just experienced. Dan wakes up in the mornings, just to get the friendly text from his New founded friend.

Dans parents, on the other hand, are worried. Parents should usually be supportive of whatever the child may want to do or does over the span of their lifetime, and dans parents are. They are supportive over everything he has told them. Except phil. Once phil joined the picture, he has become more crazy. Even though dan, does indeed, live on his own, his parents try to visit as often as possible. They don't trust him by himself. Dans parents started to not trust him, after they got him his second phone for Christmas. Yes, another phone. They said it was for 'in case of emergencies.' Even though there is never an emergency, that phone has been well used, still being used. His parents don't know this fact, and dan doenst realize it.

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Dan woke up in a odd ball of comforters and other blankets streamed over his body and bed. He chuckled as he thought about the night before. The night before, he was texting phil. All day long. Before he went to bed, they said that they loved each other so much, then, both went straight to sleep. His mind was fogged off into a void of random and inappropriate dreams. All he could think about, was his phil. His phil. He sighed contently, quickly sending a text to phil, waiting for the reply. As he waited for the reply, he got out of bed, walking swiftly towards the kitchen, and heading to make himself a bowl of cereal. As he was getting the milk, he blanked out for a moment, realizing he is now in another room with the 'in case of emergencies' phone sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He was beyond confused. Wondering how he got into the room, but all his thoughts soon left his body, as he got the notification sound he set for phil, going off quietly in his pocket. He squeaked at the sudden sound, trying to get his phone out of his pocket as fast as he could, seeing the notification appear in the home screen. He quickly opened up to the app, sighing contently as he read what phil replied back with. 'hey dan! good morning! i hope you slept good and i love you!:)' It read. Dan swiftly sent out another equally as sweet message back. He heard the sound of the other phone go off, but he just set that to the side, as if it was nothing. Then, he blacked out once more for a second, opening his eyes to be met with the other phone in his hand, black screen facing him. He was beyond confused, slightly scared as well. He received another text. 'I can't talk for long, but see you later!' Was what the text said. Yes, dan was depressed they couldn't talk for long, yet was okay that they could at least talk later. He slid his phone into his pocket, swiftly standing up and stretching, then, walking out of the room, back towards the kitchen. When he went into the kitchen, he saw cereal already in his bowl, milk sat aside. He laughed slightly, going over to pick up the milk to pour it into his bowl.

After he was finished with his cereal, he went to the bathroom to take a quick shower to actually get ready for the day. Once he finished, he decided to take a walk around the small town. Walks weren't usually his thing, considering he is usually curled up inside the warmth of his house, blankets surrounding his view, to where he was hiding in blankets, just texting phil. It's sad, really. Spending all of your days waiting for that one person to just respond back to you. Nonetheless, just say something. Anything at all will be better then the bitter stab in the chest by absence itself. He would be considered the loner wherever he might be. People look at the crazed man differently then others. Texting people just to make you want to come back into reality, isn't something many might call in the ordinary. It's weird for most, especially when you've never met this one and only person. The person who you feel like they will love you forever. The person where you feel warm inside, just by simple notices and things they might have said to you that day. That's how dan feels when phil will text back. He feels actually welcomed. Actually welcomed, since wherever he goes, isn't the most welcoming. At this point, people forgot he lived in this town for awhile, since he has been absent from going outside, making no human-interactions at all. It's only him and phil. Nobody else gets in his bubble between them. Except when his parents come over.

Dan was walking back home, seeing the recognizable car sitting in his driveway. As he opened the door, he was met with his parents sitting down at his table, quietly murmuring things to one other, in which dan can't hear, nor understand. Once they realized that he was inside the house as well, the parents stood up to give him a hug. "Ah, honey, you're back!" His mother exclaimed, hugging him lightly, then sitting back down. "Haha, yea. What-what are you guys doing here?" Dan asked, not happy with the sudden guests. "Well, son, we needed to talk to you. These were pretty urgent things, needed them discussed right away." His father replied in a deep voice, sitting back down as well. "You could have gave me a warning before you came. Especially when you barge into my house without permission." Dan told them, glaring lightly. "We are your parents, Daniel. We are aloud to come over, whenever we might want to." His mom told him, dan just rolling his eyes, already done with this. "Just get on with why the hell youre here." Dan mumbled, crossing his arms. "Whatever. So, you've been talking to this so called 'phil' for awhile now, correct?" Dad asked, dan nodding. "Well, um, I don't exactly know how to say this. Phil-" he gulped, unsure of how to word this to his son. "Phil isn't real." He told him with a deadpanned look, trying hard not to show him sympathy. "Wait, what?" Dan asked, getting pissed at what they were saying. "Your father is saying, phil isn't a real human." Mom explained, a stone cold look placed on her face. "That's not true. That's not true! He is real, we talk every night, every day, even!" Dan told them, trying to figure out how he might not be real. "Honey, we've tried to keep a look out for you, but it doesn't seem to help. You've been using your emergency phone, to text phil." She answered. "What, no! I would remember if I were to text from that phone!" Dan replied loudly, his mom wincing at his tone of voice getting louder. "Your mother and i have tried to get you into counseling about this, but you never wanted to. Now that you know this, we would like for you to try our offer again." His father said, looking everywhere but dans eyes. "Phil is real! Show me how he isn't real! He is, he must be!" Dan yelled, swiftly walking to where his parents were. As they all reached the room, his mom opened the app, going to the contact and handing dan the phone. As dan snatched the phone from her hand, a feeling of scared started to boil up inside of his stomach, yet looked at the screen. As he looked at the screen, he could have sworn that he would faint. It showed all of his and phils conversations, but the contact was reading 'dan<3' Dan could feel himself turning white. "W-what?" Dan asked himself, seeing the conversations, remembering so vividly sending all of these texts. "Im so sorry you had to learn this way." His dad told him, laying a hand lightly on his shoulder. "I-i can't honestly be this crazy, can I?" He asked his parents, hands shaking. "It's okay son, we can get this all squared away." "No! He has to be real! He has to be! I love him, I love him, I love him!" Dan interrupted by his yells, tears threatening to spill. His parents gave each other a look, then, swiftly, his father picked him up, and took him outside towards his car. Dan kicked and screamed, tears streaming without care. The scared feeling in his chest appeared again.

Before dan knew it, they were at counseling. They must have been there for at least four hours, trying to get dan to come to a conclusion, but he just couldn't. He didn't want to believe that the person who he's grown to love, is actually not real. After the six hour mark happened, they decided to bring him in again for another time. Dan was miserable, to say the least. He wanted to get the normal text messages from phil, he wanted the adorable things they've said to one other to be true. But, they just weren't. At. All.

It was sad, really. Spending all of your days waiting for that one person to respond back to you. Nonetheless, just say something. Anything would be better then the bitter stab in the chest of absence itself. Dan experienced that. He really did. And it hurt. It hurt like hell.

{hola! so, hello amiga! anotha one shots, yEs!!🌚 im so happy how this came out. it was hard to do it tho, ngl. but thank you fadrá for giving me the idea of this entire chapter, it was much help!:) if you don't understand the plot or any of it, don't hesitate to dm me:D that rule goes along with any of my one shots, just to let you guys know. okay, welp, good day or night depending where you live!}