Phan One Shots

Mind Reader Part 2

TW: None

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For years Phil has had to suffer in silence and he hasn't even been able to think about what is making him suffer in front of Dan. If he did then Dan would be able to read his mind and how he feels could ruin their friendship forever; Phil didn't want that, they had worked too hard to get to where they are today.

Phil was currently sat outside a Starbucks, sipping on his hot beverage letting the warmth fulfil him in these moments of relaxation. He could finally think about Dan and how beautiful he was without the risk of Dan over hearing his mind; Dan was currently at home sleeping. Last night the woman next door had her recurring nightmare and her silent screams had kept Dan awake all night; he so desperately wanted to go over and hold her in his arms but he didn't have the confidence to. Plus he can't get into her apartment without her key, so she was stuck to suffer on her own.

Taking another sip of his coffee, Phil let out a sigh and stood from his seat. He was still thinking of Dan and his perfect brown eyes, his addictive laugh and gorgeous smile. If only that smile were his. Then he'd be the happiest he could ever be, of course he is extremely happy with his life right now- it was practically perfect. He was rounding his street corner and this was when he had to push all the thoughts of Dan to a part of his brain that he couldn't access while with the boy he loved.

He pushed the key into the door and stepped into their apartment. A small smile graced his lips at the soft snores escaping Dan's room; last night was tough for Dan and Phil hated to just sit and listen to Dan's quiet sobs. He knew that Dan tries to hide them, so that he won't wake Phil, but Phil always hears. His heart practically shatters every time, so he can't imagine how Dan must feel, or even the woman having the nightmare. He can't imagine, because Dan won't ever tell him what the nightmare is about, as it's too traumatic.

That night, Phil went to bed early, as he was still tired from last night and he can't sleep during the day like Dan can. As soon as his head hit the pillow he could no longer keep his eyes open and drifted off into a what seemed like a peaceful sleep.

It was now half past three in the morning and Dan was wide awake due to sleeping the whole day. He had been happily scrolling through tumblr for the past hour, thankful that the lady next door wasn't having a nightmare.

However, he started to hear faint yells for help, but the apartment was silent; was it the woman next door again? Dan kept scrolling through tumblr hoping that the yelling would stop soon, but then the yells got louder and clearer. It wasn't a woman yelling this time, it was a mans voice. Dan closed his laptop and sat up in his bed, frowning at the new yelling voice in his head.

*Please don't. Please, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me...*

The yells turned into screams of pain and Dan began to rock back and fourth on his bed, clutching his ears in the process. He couldn't take it: the screams for help, the sobbing and most of all the hopelessness in this poor souls voice.

*Not me. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I said I'm sorry. Please?*

Dan couldn't take it any longer and decided to leave the apartment, as long as he got far enough away he would no longer hear the screaming voice. He pulled on a black hoodie and some joggers to keep him warm; he slowly opened the apartment door, being careful to not make a sound while doing so.

The yelling became quieter as he made his way down the elevator shaft and it became a bare whisper as he came to the ground floor. He couldn't wait to get out of the area of the screaming man.

Just as he took his first step out of the elevator, his lungs began to tighten and it felt as if someone had their hand wrapped around his throat. He began grasping at the imaginary hand, but no matter what he did the hand wouldn't leave- he couldn't breathe.

*N-no.*


The voice gasped, struggling to breathe and Dan could feel everything.

*Help me*

The voice was fading to a mere whisper and Dan was paralysed against the cold brick wall until...

*Dan!*

Phil? Dan sprung off of the wall and began to sprint up the stairs of their building even though his breath was beginning to fade, just like Phil's. How did he not recognise the voice before? It was so obvious that it was Phil's, so why did he not recognise it?

Each step and breath became weaker with every stride, but he had to get to Phil. The pain shooting through him was getting worse and he was barely able to keep conscious, but he had to- he had to for Phil.

He stormed through their front door and practically fell into Phil's bedroom, landing on Phil's floor struggling to catch one single breath of oxygen. He stretched out his arm, trying to grip onto the familiar sheets of his best friend and with both hands he managed to heave himself up onto Phil's bed. Phil was dripping with sweat and his body had gone completely stiff, as well as his entire skin tone completely white, as if he was having his life sucked out from him.

Dan grabbed Phil's shoulders and shook him, "Phil! Phil, wake up!"

*Nooo, please. I'm sorry*

"Phil, it's not real. Please, wake up!" Dan screamed and Phils eyes shot open and he finally took in a huge, needed breath.

His eyes darted around the room, as he grasped at his throat, realising that it all wasn't real, "Dan?"

Dan smiled sympathetically, "Hey soulmate."

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AN: Sorry, that one seemed quite crappy, but hopefully there will be a part 3!

Thanks for reading :P