Phan One Shots

You're different - in a good way..

It was another normal sunny day at the beginning of summer and already kids were moaning about the extreme heat. Everyone except one: he sat in the corner picking at his black sleeve while silently wishing everyone would vanish into thin air. His long black fringe hid the shine in his eyes, as the one boy whom he had always loved sat down at the front of the class smiling up at the teacher.

"Morning, miss!" Daniel Howell chirped - even his voice sent butterflies down Phil's spine.

"Morning, Mr Howell," the teacher replied just like every other day.

It was now the 'norm' for Dan to waltz into class, sit down at his seat, heave his bag onto his desk whilst saying a chirpy good morning to miss Hectors and for miss to reply the same every morning too.

Dan didn't have many friends. He had two to be precise, but that was two more than Phil had. Dan was also extremely confident; this was the main reason why Phil, the shy, anxious emo kid fell for him a couple years ago - opposites attract.

It was a wet, cold and raining on the one day Phil's parent's car had broken down. He had sprinted up the steps to the school doors, but try as hard as he might the doors wouldn't budge. Yet again he was late and would now have to explain to the head why he was late for the third time that week. However, on this day he was suddenly sheltered from the rain by a familiar black leather jacket with the slight odour of lynx. Whenever he smelt the distinct odour of Dan Howell, it would immediately bring a small smile to his lips and quite possibly a light blush to his cheeks. Phil looked up into the warm pools of Dan's eyes and that's when he knew; he knew he was in love.

The corner seat had been Phil's for roughly a year now and everyone knew. He was the secluded one who would never put his hand up or get involved in class discussions. He would much rather sit back and listen; this was also a good way of learning. He learnt things about people, which you never would expect, like the fact Greg Hatchet had been an uncle for five years and that David Edwards had ten siblings all older than him.

"Phil," Phil shut his eyes at the sound of his name being called from the front of the class. "Phil, what do you think of the matter?"

Phil didn't really give a toss about the increasing population of otters, he would rather be curled up in a ditch - alone. Or maybe with Dan. Phil hated these situations, it always put you in the spotlight when you really do not wish to have it. It means you're noticed by everyone, so all of their attention is now on you, awaiting an answer, which you don't have.

"Don't really care, to be honest, miss."

The teachers lips shriveled up, as if she had just eaten the most sour lemon and her eyebrows fused together. "You don't care?"

A small smile played on the corners of Dan's lips, catching Taylor's attention; Phil had never made Dan smile before. For the first time ever, Phil Lester had made Dan Howell smile!

"I don't see why them creating their own population is such a problem. We basically do the same thing as them," Phil huffed. It felt good to argue, although not much of an argument it still felt good.

The teacher clearly did not feel like an argument, as she changed the subject matter quickly; therefore everyone's attention was now back on the skinny, pale teacher at the front of the room, but Dan's eyes were still focused on sweet, innocent, Phil.

Dan knew Phil was different. He liked different, craved different. To him, Phil was gorgeous, but why would someone like Phil go for someone like him?

Three more sun and thirty degree heat filled days passed; Phil was sat cross legged under the shade of the tree whilst reading his book, when the familiar waft of aftershave drifted past him and the same voice he loved spoke softly.

"You're Phil, right?"

Phil glanced up, as he replied nervously, "Y-yeah."

It had taken Dan five minutes to build up the courage to just walk over to Phil, let alone carry on the conversation, "What you reading?"

"Uhm," Phil's lips were beginning to dry. "You probably don't know it."

Dan smirked, "Try me."

"Believe me," Phil smiled more confidently, whilst closing the book. "You won't."

Dan scanned over the book, taking in the sunset cover before deciding he had no clue what the book was or who it was by. His mouth screwed into the corner and his eyes looked up into the left corner to make it look as if he was searching his own personal library.

"No, I don't know it," Dan sighed with a small frown. "Is it good?"

Dan's previous expressions had left Phil in complete awe of how adorable Dan could be and whilst in his train of thought, he had not heard Dan's question.

Dan tilted his head slightly to the right, watching Phil in amazement, "Phil?"

Phil's eyes darted from left to right in embarrassment, "Sorry, I-I eh."

"It's okay," Dan smiled sweetly. "Can I sit here?"

"It's a free country," Phil replied.

Dan sat down beside Phil with a sigh and rested back against the trunk of the tree; his eyes never leaving Phil. He'd never seen someone with so much character before and it intrigued him. He wanted to know what was going on in Phil's mind, he wanted to know what he liked, what he didn't like and what he was interested in - or who he was interested in.

"So, you're Dan Howell," Phil glanced over at Dan from the corner of his eye. "What are you doing here with someone like me?"

Dan took a deep breath and smiled, "I think you're different, Phil Lester. Extremely different - in a good way and that intrigues me. A lot."

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A/N: Hey, so I know it's been a while.

I'll be updating Cute and the confident soon as well.

I hope you enjoyed this one although it is a bit short... oops

Thank you for reading! :P