Phan Oneshots

Piccadilly Station

Sorry it's been a while, I had exams and all the review for that but now I'm back and should be semi-regular updates (I wanna watch and read a bunch of stuff tho cuz it's summer lol). Anyways, here's this and I hope you enjoy!
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Summary: Dan and Phil meeting for the first time
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*Dan's POV

As I sit in the crowded train, surrounded by people, I couldn't feel more excited. I am actually on my way to meet him. This can't be real, it's just a dream! A drug trip, even! Okay, maybe not the second one. (Drugs are bad) Either way, there's no way this is possibly happening. Me meeting the AmazingPhil? No. Way.

But as the intercom states that the train is pulling into Piccadilly Station, I realize this has to be real. I remember last night's conversation, filled with excitement, as if we were five year olds going to a playdate with each other. We will finally be able to hug each other, see each other in a form that's not pixelated garbage, and maybe even....kiss?

Is Phil really interested in me though? I ponder to myself. He could just be complimenting me in a friendly sort of way...

Well there's only one way to find out. Meeting him.

The train slows to stop and I stand, making my way to the door. The doors open and the few people in front of me step out, spreading and going on their way, and I move quickly as to not be trampled by the people behind me.

As I make my way out into the station more, I look around for another tall man with a fringe, not seeing him. I almost begin to panic before a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and I hear a familiar voice softly say "roar!"

I gasp and whip around to hug him back. He wraps his arms tighter and in this moment I could stay like this forever.

Eventually we pull away, with Phil still holding onto my arms as if he was making sure I was real.

"I can't believe this is happening," I say, smiling wider than I ever have before.

He giggles before replying, "I know, it's so weird seeing your actual face compared to a pixelated mess on a tiny computer screen."

We both laugh a bit at that before he speaks again, saying, "Well, are you ready to go?", to which I nod, and we start walking out of the station.

As we walk the streets, he points out buildings and such, explaining the interesting stories behind them with a joyful expression on his face. I smile, more at his excitement than the history, but nonetheless smile. Today's going to be amazing.
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We arrive to his house, thankfully empty so I wouldn't have to have awkward conversations with his parents as to why an 18 year old their son met off the Internet was in their home. He guides me to his room and I stand in shock for a moment, my brain finally catching up to the fact that I was actually here, with the AmazingPhil in the AmazingPhil bedroom.

It took me a moment to realize he had spoken to me. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I blurt out apologetically.

He giggles a bit before saying "It's fine, I mean it has to be a lot to take in. But anyways you can just set your bags here for now and I'll give you a bit of a house toooour!" he says, getting a bit dramatic towards the end.

"Yeah, okay," I say, dropping my bags to the side of the doorway. He guides me through the house, pointing out the various rooms, before we settle on the sofa in the lounge.

"So we could watch a movie, or play videogames if you'd like." he says, waiting for my response.

I shrug and nervously reply, "whatever you'd like."

He seems to be in thought for a moment before saying "I have MarioKart, do you wanna play that?" I nod and he pushes himself up from the couch before walking over towards the tv and pulling out two controllers. He tosses one to me and turns on the tv.

He plops down on the couch beside me and we begin playing-and I beat him in all four races.

He jokingly yells, "no fair!" before tackling me. I try to escape, writhing around, but his grip won't budge. I give up and lay back, looking up at him.

He looks down and smiles, almost endearingly? We continue looking at each other for a moment before he quietly says, "I really want to kiss you right now."

I stare up in shock and he looks almost panicked, as if he said something wrong, before I smile and say, "please."

He seems confused at my response, but then he leans down and gently pecks my lips, testing the waters. He pulls back for a second and then connects our lips once more, both of our mouths moving in perfect sync.

After a few moments, he pulls away, looking down at me with the same loving expression as earlier.

"Is it too soon to say I love you?" I say.

"Not at all," he replies, before pecking my lips and getting off of me, putting his hand out as an offer to help me sit up. Considering I was practically smushed into the cushions, I gratefully accepted the offer and grab his hand.

Once we're both sitting up on the sofa, he turns to me and says, "Now what do you say about another race?"

"You're on, Lester."