Phan oneshots

Phil In The Bathroom

Requested by lesterloving
Based very loosely on Michael In The Bathroom.

Warnings: Phil's boyfriend is a jerk
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"Are you almost ready?" Dan yells to Phil across the flat, who's in his bedroom doing last touches on his appearance.

"Almost!" Comes the yell back. Dan takes his phone out of his pocket and checks the time. 8:07. He chuckles lightly. They were supposed to have left 7 minutes ago, but as usual, Phil was making them late. Dan didn't mind too much, he had come to except it of Phil.

Phil's boyfriend, however, was not used to it and was impatiently tapping his foot. His name was Trever. He was slightly shorter than Phil, long blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail most the time, and obviously a gym rat from his bulging build.

Dan had to admit he was attractive, probably way out of Phil's league. But they had somehow met and hit it off, despite the obvious differences between them. Phil was soft and kind, Trevor was unpredictable and chiseled from marble.

Dan still didn't see how they ended up dating. They just didn't seem like a likely couple. Probably because he was slightly jealous of Trevor, wishing he could be the one kissing Phil and holding his hand.

"Phil!" Trevors voice boomed across the flat, making Dan flinch. "We were supposed to leave a long time ago, get down here!"

"I'm sorry!" Phil says loudly, his voice not as carefree as it had been when he yelled down to Dan. He walks quickly into the room, looking at Trevor apprehensively. "I'm sorry.." he mumbles, walking up to him and taking his hand gently.

If Phil had come up to Dan with the expression he was currently wearing, Dan would immediately laugh and brush off his apology. Phil looked genuinely sorry, and had a sad expression on his face. Trevor only sighs, pulling his hand out of Phil's grasp. "Just try to be on time next time." Phil nods, staring down at the floor.

Dan grits his teeth, wanting more than anything to yell at Trevor for making Phil sad. But he knew it upset Phil when he and Trevor fought, so he kept his tongue in check.

"Alright, let's head out," Trevor says, leading them down the stairs. Dan and Phil follow him, clomping loudly down the stairs. Dan glances behind him, to see that Phil wasn't wearing a jacket. It wasn't unbearably chilly, but the wind would certainly bite into your skin if you weren't wearing a cloth of protection. Phil wasn't wearing a long sleeved either, choosing one of his nicer short sleeved shirts in his rush.

"Phil," Dan mutters, pausing walking to step in time with Phil. "Where's your jacket?"

"I didn't want Trevor to get even more annoyed so I just didn't grab one." Dan gives him a look. "It's fine, though," Phil says quickly, as they close the apartment door behind them. "It's not that cold anyway."

Dan shakes his head. "He's your boyfriend," he says quietly, gesturing towards Trevor, "shouldn't he understand?"

"Dan it's okay, really," Phil says, giving a small smile. Dan sighs. He noticed that Phil ignored his question.

As they get out of the building and call for a taxi, Dan notices Phil rocking back and forth, arms crossed across his chest. Dan walks over to Trevor, who's cursing at a taxi that drove past, smoke coming out of its engine.

"Terrible service.." Trevor mutters under his breath.

"Hey Trevor," Dan says boldly, an edge of dislike in his voice. "Your boyfriend is cold, I think you should give him your jacket."