It's Not the Place for Us - A Phan Oneshot

It's Not the Place for Us - A Phan Oneshot

Summary: Dan gets offered an amazing opportunity at BBC but Phil is left out. 

Genre: angsty?

Warnings: alcohol mention?

Word count: 1192

A/N: i'm still pretty new to this, but i hope you like it! likes, reblogs (maybe even a follow) are really encouraging!

Dan's P.O.V. 

"Okay guys, we're coming to an end for today," I announced.

"Thank you so much and see you next week!" Phil seconded.

Phil and I's radio show had just ended. I felt good about it. I feel really good about everything Phil and I create. He makes me feel incredible, like everything is perfect...like nothing could ever go wrong. Now, all I wanted to do was go home and cuddle with him, but BBC had scheduled to meet with me about something new. I was nervous and excited because a really good slot time just opened up and I was hoping they were going to offer it to us. But I was really confused to why Phil was not invited.

"Okay, so I'll see you at home, when you're done," Phil said, packing up his stuff and getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, text me when you get home safe." I kissed him goodbye. He just giggled at my rare protectiveness. 

* * *

"Dan Howell? They are ready for you in room 209," a secretary said as she gestured me in the right direction. I had passed the room and made it all the way to 231 before I realized what I had done. Geeze, I cannot do anything on my own. 

"Hello, Dan. You can sit down here," the man who was obviously in charge told me as he pointed to an empty seat. I saw some familiar faces but I didn't really know anyone in the room. They offered me wine, like they do in most business meetings in London and I gladly accepted. I already had two glasses in me and was on my third before any serious talk began.

"Dan, we were talking and your show has been doing quite well..." said Mr. In-Charge. However, his following words flew over my head as I was far too tipsy to pay any sort of attention to his droning voice.

*Bee-doop*

I slyly checked my phone and saw Phil had gotten home safely.

Phil. My mind kept going back to him. His tall lanky frame, his eyes. Unf, I could drown in his eyes. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with him, maybe a little more if he was up for it.

"So Dan, what do you say?" cheered Mr. In-Charge and his team. I was mortified, whatever they had talked about had gone right over my head. I was about to just give up and agree out of stubbornness, when one of them saw my embarrassment. 

"What do you think, Dan? Seven to Ten, Thursday nights with double the pay as your show now. You simply can't pass it up!" This was amazing! An hour longer, at a time when people actually listened to the radio. This would do so much for our career. It would bring us more fans and money to do more projects. 

"Wow! That would be amazing! Of course I have to talk to Phil but I'm sure we would love to..." 

"No, Daniel," one of the men in the suits cut me off, sounding annoyed. "Like we talked about, we believe Phil is holding you back and your career would blossom as a solo one. The listeners want sex appeal. One hot guy, not two nerdy boys..."

I was pissed off. Had he just called Phil unsexy? It was all too much for me to compehend with the amount of wine I has managed to inhale. I was angry and confused. I don't know if I could ever leave Phil but this was huge for my career. Career. I couldn't get away from that word. Do I even want one in this direction if Phil isn't the picture?

"Can I sleep on it? This is a huge decision and I want to make the right choice," I asked. How was I going to do this? Should I even tell Phil? It would wreck him but he would want me to go along with it.

"I suppose we can wait until next Sunday for your answer. However, whether you take the job or not, next Sunday will be the last Dan and Phil show," snapped Mr. In-Charge, who I had learned was named Bill. Great, now Phil was out of a job because of me. I know he would not look at it this way but it was true. 

The meeting was coming to an end so I started making my way out. I took my time, walking around BBC. I started seeing and thinking about the flaws. They were only in it for the money. The pictures they had on the walls were only of attractive people who made them money, not the people who made BBC what it was. I wasn't sure if it was the place for us anymore. 

* * *

After a slow, sloppy walk home, I finally made it to the front door and started up the stairs. As I walked up the steps, I fell, loud and hard.

"Dan? Oh no! Are you okay?" Phil asked as he rushed over to help me. "Oh Bear, you're drunk," he added, giggling.

Phil's giggle was something he was doing constantly, but luckily I loved it. I just stared into his eyes as he pulled me into his lap. I saw the wheels in his head turn as he read my face and body language.

"You're sad drunk Dan. I want my silly drunk Dan," Phil whispered, his mood dampening. Right now, this was it. I had to tell him what was on my mind.

"Phil, Babe, I think we have outgrown the Dan and Phil show," I was horrible at this. How was I going to put him down gently? The last thing I wanted to do was hurt his feelings.

"Wait what? Dan, what's the problem? What happened at the meeting? Is there something wrong?" He was getting frantic. I had to tell him what was actually happening.

"Phil... Um... BBCsaidtheyarecancellingourshowbuttheyofferedmenewslotbutIwonttakeitbecauseIloveyou," I stammered. Rip off the band-aid, right?  I saw Phil's emotions wash over his face, confusion, sadness, then anger.

"Dan, you have to take the slot! It will be so good for you and I will be fine," he assured me, a little too  forcefully.

"No, Phil. You can't change my mind. You weren't there, so you cant understand how manipulating and greedy they are. They don't care about anything but the money. They said horrible things and I don't feel comfortable about working there anymore," I argued. Phil looked at me for a while, thinking it over and choosing his words carefully. 

"Okay, Dan. I trust you and if you are content with that decision, then do it," he said solemnly. I knew in the end he would understand and back up my decision.

"I'm sure. BBC is not the place for us," I ensured. Only then did I become aware we were still sitting on the stairs. I pulled him up and walked us into our room.

"C'mon," I said to him, kicking my shoes off. "Let's cuddle."

I knew it would cheer us both up.