Short Phanfics

Danisnotonfire

Well, sorry this story is crappy, extremely cheesy and barely has any detail, but I hope you enjoy the pheels!

"Night Phil" Dan says like he does every night.

"Night Dan" Phil smiles.

Dan sighs, and they both walk into their separate rooms. Beaming, he got into his extremely comfy pyjamas and practically fell into his bed. Finally he could be happy, enjoy hiss life. After 26 years of suffering in silence, he could FINALLY feel like a normal person. Nothing to hide, nothing to fear, and one amazing boyfriend. He pulled his heavy quilt over his head, and slipped into sleep while fantasising about what his new life would be like.

Phil sat in his bed, unable to fall asleep like always. However this time it wasn't for the usual reason. He hadn't drank too much coffee, or eaten to many sweets, it was because he was the happiest he had ever been in his life, and he didn't want that feeling to ever end. Clutching his quilt, he squeezed his eyes shut and hoped sleep overtook him. After all, tomorrow he could spend the whole day with Dan, and that was enough to make him want to end the day. After around an hour of waiting for sleep to take him, Phil finally decided that he wasn't going to sleep. He yawned, and climbed out of his bed. Careful not to wake Dan, he tiptoed out of his room and into the corridor. The faint sound of Dan's snoring made him stop and smile for a minute, and then he continued to make his was into the kitchen. Suddenly, he heard a noise. He froze, sweat beading on his forehead. Another noise. Slowly, he placed the cereal he was eating back onto the counter, and, shaking like a leaf, walked out of the kitchen. Trying to be brave, he called quietly into the darkness.

"Hello?" He tried to call, but it came out as more of a terrified whisper.

Another noise. A crash. Someone was in the house. Phil was suddenly flung into a state of panic(!), and he sprinted down the corridor in the opposite direction of the noise. When he reached the end, panting, he felt a scared tear roll down his cheek.

"Dan.." He tried to call, but another noise caught his attention.

Suddenly his eyes exploded with terrified tears, and he grabbed the nearest door handle he could find and flung himself into the room. He slammed the door behind him, and fumbled to find the light. Finally he found it, and the room lit up. Of course, he had thrown himself into the most uncomforting room that was in the house- the emergency room. The room that Dan and Phil had never really had a use for, so they took everything out of it (apart from a sad looking table) and just said that it would only be used in emergencies. Phil was terrified to press his ear to the door, to listen, but me managed to force himself to. Footsteps. In a complete panic, he yanked the key off of the wall, and slammed it into they key hole, locking the door. Panting, he wiped the tears from his eyes and prayed to God that Dan was okay. Dan. DAN! Phil frantically tried to calm himself down, tell himself that he was being paranoid and that everything was okay, but it only worked him up more. Tears ran down his cheeks like waterfalls, and he found himself calling out to Dan.

"Dan!" He sobbed. "DAN!"

He cried harder as he heard more things fall to the floor. Eventually he was screaming Dan's name, terrified to leave the small, empty room. Suddenly he heard footsteps. Running.

"DAN!?" He shouted, still sobbing in fear.

"PHIL!" Dan shouted back.

"DAN!?" Phil shouted yet again.

Then he was gone. No answer.

"Dan?" Phil called, suddenly freezing.

No answer. And as if like someone had pressed play, he slammed on the door, screaming Dan's name. He knew that he was being stupid, if anything was happening it was only someone in the house, not something to scream over, but he couldn't help being scared of practically everything. However suddenly things sounded different, it didn't sound just like someone was in the house anymore, in sounded like something was wrong. REALLY WRONG. Phil continued to scream for Dan, tears still leaking from his eyes. Suddenly, out of pure desperation, Phil grabbed the door handle and yanked it. It didn't open. Phil panicked, yanking on the handle and trembling like he had gone mad. Then he remembered- he had locked the door. Feeling stupid, but knowing there wasn't time to punish himself, he scrambled for the key. Nowhere. He threw himself across the small space that was the room. No key.