Phan One Shots

Dan's YouTube Hero

(Dans POV)

     Phil was out in town buying things, leaving me home by myself. I was able to make due being alone, but I didn't enjoy it. I always liked being with the man who returned my faith in humanity. But my only friend was out of my reach, meaning I had to lock myself in my bedroom until he returned. If I could hide under my bed and just slept there I would, but there's no room so I have to make due in a blanket burrito on top of the bed. I had my laptop with me on my bed, playing music out loud quietly.

   At least if an ax murderer came in and killed me the downstairs neighbors would here, I thought to myself. I didn't know if that thought was supposed to make me feel better or worse, so I didn't choose.

   One thing's for sure,

   I missed Phil.

   I scrambled to my phone and pulled it off the charger, unlocking it. I went to contacts and clicked call on his name.

   "Ello," He said happily.

   "Are you almost done?" I asked shyly.

   I heard him laugh slightly, which made me feel better. "Yes, Dan. Give me like... Fifteen more minutes and then I'll be on my way home."

   "I hate being alone.." I frowned.

   "You're in your bedroom, yeah?" He asked.

   "Yeah...."

   "And the neighbors are home?"

   I stomped my foot on the floor three times, which resulted in two bangs back. "Yes," I said.

   "Then you're okay, Daniel." He said softly. "I'll be home soon, dear."

   "O-Okay.. " I nodded. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I cuddled my phone to my chest for a few moments, wishing he was joking and would burst through my door giggling. But he wasn't joking.

   He was gone and I was alone.

   And I hated it.

   A lot.

   I decided since he was gone I would walk around the flat pantless, and so I did. I walked into the kitchen and made myself some Tea, then took the warm mug into the gaming room to work on a video I forgot to edit. It was a video I wasn't super proud of, but I needed to put something up so I just made this one.

   I turned off the computer and walked into the kitchen, setting my now empty tea mug in the sink. I headed into my room, and that's when I heard it.

   The front door opened and Phil sighed.

   When he stepped foot into the hall I ran to him and hugged him tightly.

   "Phil...," I whispered. That's when I think Phil understand how scared I was. He lifted me up, me still hugging him, and went into my bedroom where he laid us down. He laid on his back with me on him, my head rested on his chest.

   "I'm sorry," Phil finally spoke. "I shouldve understood when you called me you were upset I feel so stupid -"

   I kissed his lips to cut him off. Him rambling about simple mistakes just makes him more upset anyways.

   "It's okay," I assured him. "You needed to go shopping and I knew I should've went."

   "Are you sure it's okay?" He took off his glasses, setting them on the table beside my bed.

   "Yes." I nodded. "Anyways.. You're here now. So it don't matter."

   "It don't matter?" He laughed. "You and your adorable grammar."

   I smiled and kissed him again. Phil leaned, pushing me off so he'd be the one on top. He smiled down at me before leaning and kissing me again.

   I felt butterflies every time our lips touched. It was like our first kiss all over again. I was in heaven.

    He sat up and removed his shirt, then mine. His lips slowly traveled from my jaw line to my neck. He quickly found my sweet spot and kissed here. I let out a slight whimper and squirmed, he smiled against my neck at the response and slowly drifted his Hand down my chest to my stomach, down my stomach..

   His phone started to ring. He groaned and answered it, "hey mum." He looked at me with a smile as he said "oh nothing, just playing around." I sat up and watched him. "Yeah. I got it, mhm... Yes ma'am I will. Okay, love you too. Bye."

   "Well.." I let out a nervous laugh. "I-Is it dinner time?"

   "Yes," he stood up, then pulled me up with him. We walked to the kitchen, where I sat and distracted him as he cooked. We ate, and then showered.

   I was sat in my room while Phil was in his, recording a video. I got up and walked to his room, and sat at his door.

   I always loved listening to Phil when he made videos. Watching him make the videos was even better. But sometimes I wouldn't ask, and he would forget to offer. So here I sat, with my back to the door, as he talked to the internet about his crazy experiences. In that moment I became that boy back in 2009 who sat in my room at 3am, watching his YouTube Hero.

   I stood up and walked in, Phil looked over at me with a smile and said, "coming to watch?" I only nodded and sat behind the camera, hugging my knees and watched my boyfriend, my best friend, my hero, record his video.

   After the finished I climbed up on his lap and sighed.

   "What's wrong?" He asked me with a frown.

   "Nothing's wrong," I told him. "I just... I'm remembering things."

   "What things?" Phil look worried, which made me smile.

   "Phil it's nothing bad. I'm just remembering before...
ya know?" He nodded. He understood what kind of family I came from, and late at night he listened to me vent about it all and would talk me out of anxiety attacks. He was truly the only one who understood literally everything about me. And he didn't understand how much I loved him for that.

   That night we slept in his bed, I didn't want to be alone. I think Phil didn't want me to be alone, either. I was glad though. I liked it better in his room, where color and life seemed to happily welcome you. It made me forget about the stupid problems I would procrastinate about at 3am.

   Phil was my security blanket, and I don't know what I'd do without him.