Phan One Shots

~ Love & Hate

Love and Hate 

Summary: Dan is from the town Hate and Phil is from the town Love. What happens when they meet for the first time?

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There are two towns, Love and Hate. Hate is full of people who despise their neighbours and workmates, even friends. The town is dull and lifeless, everyone gets on with life feeling rubbish and hardly socializing. Some will get together and have children but they are never properly in love because they are so full of hate it is nearly impossible to love so they just do it to repopulate.

Love is different, everyone loves everyone. But the thing is everyone is consumed by love that they can't REALLY fall in love because they are in love with everyone. They are happy around everyone and everyone socializes and goes out. Even at young ages they would be in love with anyone so it wasn't really living at all. Despite the bright and cheerful village they are all corrupt into thinking they love everyone whilst the people in Hate are convinced they despise everyone.

Dan Howell is from Hate. He is like everyone else, he wears black and gets on with his day, not really bothering to be nice. Then something happens. He gets hit by a car and somehow survives, only his brain gets knocked into some sense. For the first time he thinks for himself and sees how boring and lifeless his life was there. In shock he escapes the town of Hate, running away from his old life. It wasn't living, only surviving in a life worth nothing.

Phil Lester is from Love. He grew up like the rest but he always felt different, everyone fell in love with the opposite sex yet he found himself attracted to boys. This weird feeling caused him to grow up questioning everything, therefore not being corrupt by the love. He feels sad that there will never be anyone there he can truly love without them being consumed by a fake love. He pretends to be one of them but goes home everyday, lonely as ever wishing for that someone that will complete him who wasn't a fake.

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Dan's POV*

I left the house shrugging my backpack over my shoulder, glaring at the sun that was peaking through the grey clouds. Thank god we rarely had sun, everyone despised anything happy or nice or bright. I fixed my black shirt and slouched as I walked down the path. I walked down the road to work, glaring at anyone or anything. This expression always seemed to be on my face, it almost never left, the scowl.

I don't really know why I hated everything but I just did. Anything that made a noise I stared at it in disgust, anyone who looked at me I'd return with an icy glare. It wasn't just me, it was everyone. I never thought much of it. It was just how things were so I didn't question it.

I was swearing under my breath, glaring at my shoes as I walked. The sun was being annoying so I couldn't completely see where I was going. Before I knew it I was walking across the road absentmindedly, when I heard a loud screech. I snapped my head up and my eyes widened. For the first time in my life I felt a different emotion. Fear.

My life flashed before my eyes, I admit it wasn't a very good one, full of hatred and disgust, I really didn't have much to live for. With these thoughts in mind I was suddenly hit full force and was flung back onto the concrete. I felt my head hit the ground hard and I winced in pain, yelping. I lay limply on the floor, my breathing shallow and hardly there.

It had been a powerful blow yet I still found my chest rising and falling, my eyes were wide as I looked up at the sky properly for the first time. The inky grey clouds had cleared from the sky and a beautiful blue had taken over. The sun shone bright and proudly in the sky, although I had to squint to see it I couldn't help but admire it.