Phan One Shots

~ Cinderella

Cinderella

"NO and that is final!" Phil's step dad, Stewart, bellowed. He scoffed and flopped down on the couch, taking a handful of cheese puffs and stuffing them in his gob. Phil glared in disgust, he was such a pig and he hated that he was left in his care.

Everyone in Manchester went to his parties. Dan Howell's that is. He was the coolest guy around and had loaded parents so he'd throw these massive parties every year. All the local school's, including Phil's, knew about them and always went. Phil had never been allowed to go by his step father even though he was eighteen now. He was determined to leave as soon as possible.

The annoying part was that Stewart had two twin sons who were sixteen and always went to Dan Howell's parties. Stewart obviously favoured them and spoiled them rotten. Phil was left to clean the house and do as he was told. Phil's older brother was in university and Phil was miserable when he left him on his own. He still visits to make sure Phil's okay since Michael, his brother, knew their step father was cruel and didn't trust him not to lay a hand on his younger brother.

Phil ran up the stairs, in a bad mood. His friends were going and were hoping for him to be there. Phil never got to have any fun and very rarely even got to see his friends out of school, luckily they didn't give up on him.

Phil stormed into his room and flopped down on the bed in frustration. A few minutes later he heard a light knocking on his door. "Piss off you two!" Phil growled, assuming it was one of the twins - Jack and Jock.

"That's no way to greet your brother is it?" Michael chuckled from the doorway. Phil jumped to his feet, looking wide eyed at the boy in the doorway. Without another thought he ran and hugged his brother, missing his presence.

"Sorry." Phil replied sheepishly.

"Oh Phil, what's wrong now?" He asked calmly and guided them over to the bed.

"Stewart won't let me go to a party. I've never been out the house for fun, I have to stay and clean up the whole fucking thing." Phil growled, the words tumbling from his mouth.

"Whoa, slow down there. Where are these bad words coming from Philly?" Michael teased. Phil sighed and gave his brother a half smile. "What's so special about this party?"

"Well, my friends wanted me to come. It's one of Dan Howell's, you know that really rich kid a couple neighbourhoods down?" Michael nodded, a knowing look on his face. "I've not been to a party since I was fifteen and I don't want to disappoint my friends AND miss out on one of the biggest parties of the year AGAIN." Phil sighed. Michael saw Phil's disappointed expression and felt bad. He wanted to take Phil away with him but there wouldn't be enough room in his dorm and he was saving up to buy a house of his own. Only then could he get legal responsibility over his little brother. He wanted to make it up to him somehow and his eyes scanned the room as he thought.

His eyes landed on the fairy tales book lying on the floor in the corner of the room. Their mother had always read to them before she re-married. The book was open on a certain story; 'Cinderella' was printed out in large gold letters at the top of the page. Michael smirked. "Well Phil, we can't have you missing that now can we?"

Phil looked up at his brother, eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?" He questioned.

"How about I stay and clean the house? That way Stewart won't moan and you can go to your party with your friends." Michael smiled.

"No Michael, I can't drag you back into this hell again." Phil sighed.

"It's fine Phil really! You deserve some fun." Michael urged.