Phan Oneshots

Anger

Dan's P.O.V.

"H-Hey, Dan." Phil walked into the room, obviously nervous and scared. "Yeah, what's up, babe?" I asked from the kitchen where I had begun reluctantly cleaning dishes. "Please don't get mad." he said quietly, putting his hands together, attempting to make himself smaller. "Phil, I'm not gonna be mad at you. What happened?" I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. If only I knew then that that statement was all but true. "I-I ripped y-your Muse p-poster." he said quietly. My eyes went wide, "You mean our fifty pound, perfect, beloved, Muse poster. You ripped it!?" He flinched back at the volume of my voice, and the vibration of my foot stomping on the tile. "A-And I may have smashed our one hundred pound mirror in the lounge." he said at the verge of tears. "You fucking what!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, grabbing his shoulders, and shoving him into the wall. "I-I'm sorry." he started to cry. "I can't fucking believe you, you fucking idiot! You destroyed the Muse poster, and the fucking one hundred pound mirror!?" "Yeah, I-I'm sorry." he winced, trying to push me off him, but I didn't budge. I slammed him into the wall again, "You fucking idiot!" I pushed myself off of him before running into my room and slamming the door with all my might.

"Fucking fuck!" I screamed at the top I my lungs, punching the wall, leaving a tiny dent in it. I fell against the door, and did nothing but let my body go limp. Now I was really regretting what I had done, helplessly listening to Phil's sobs from the kitchen.

Phil's P.O.V.

He slammed me into the wall again, and I began to sob, still struggling to get him off of me. "You fucking idiot!" he screamed at me before pushing himself off of me and running to his room.

As soon as he let me free, I fell to my knees, catching myself with one hand, using the other hand to grab my stomach, and then I sobbed my ever-loving heart out. Dan slammed his door so hard I thought the hinges may come lose, and then he screamed from his room before I heard a loud bang.

That was the most scared I've ever felt in my life. I'm so fucking happy he didn't hit me or something, though.

Third Person's P.O.V.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Phil had calmed himself down, but hadn't moved, and neither did Dan. Dan was silent, and Phil didn't make a peep. They were in two separate rooms, but they both didn't dare make a sound, for Dan was afraid of scaring Phil more, while Phil was silent because he was just terrified.

Dan regretted everything he just did to his boyfriend as he stared into space, completely out of it and zoned out. He hated himself. He scared Phil to no end, and he knew that. Phil was never going to forgive him, Dan knew that. Phil was going to break up with him, Dan knew that. Phil may even move away, and Dan knew that.

Phil was feeling the same way, regretting ever thinking that filming that stupid, suggested video was a good idea. He ripped their photo, something he knew meant the world to Dan, and he shattered something they both loved that also cost loads of money.

Dan's P.O.V.

I eventually stood up from the floor, and decided to apologize. I was a fucking idiot, and I knew that. I had to make sure Phil knew how stupid and sorry I was too.

I walked into the kitchen, but saw he wasn't there anymore. I was a bit confused, but he could've walked into his bedroom without me noticing due to all my thinking and day dreaming.
I walked to Phil's room, and he was curled into a little ball on his bed. He turned around quickly, and as soon as his eyes hit me, they filled with fear. He crawled back from me to the very edge of his bed, and hid his face with his hands.

"I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." He begged, his voice cracking with fear in nearly every word. I wanted to tell him, 'Phil, don't" be stupid, I'd never hurt you', but I've already proved that wrong. "Phil, please." I stepped in, reached my hand out slightly to signal him over, but then decided against it, and slowly drew my hand back.
He hesitantly moved his hands away from his face, and looked at me with the corner of his eye. "C-Can I sit beside you?" I asked. He sat staring at me, still frightened before slowly nodding. He scooted a bit corner to the end of the bed so I could be beside him. I sat down, making the bed dip a little, and Phil shivered slightly.

"Look," I breathed, "I was so fucking stupid. I got mad over a stupid poster and a goddamn mirror that cost some money. Phil I'm so sorry, I didn't think about the fact that I would probably destroy a million Muse posters myself to keep you as my boyfriend. I'm sorry. Now you're permanently scared of me, will probably never forgive me, and you don't have to. Please, please just say you'll still be with me. I'm so fucking sorry."

I finished my speech, and Phil turned to me. "Dan, that was the most scared I've ever been in my life. I really thought you were going to hit me, or maybe even something worse." His voice cracked in the end before he cupped his hands and cried into them. "Phil, I know. But I would never hit you, I promise." I put my arms around him. He winced at my touch, and flinched away before he suddenly cuddled beside me, and relaxed in my arms.

"I'm sorry." He cried. "You're sorry. Ha! Phil, you've got no reason to be sorry, I should be the one down on my knees, crying and begging for you to come back." "But, I'm still sorry. I'll pay for a new poster and-" I cut him off, "No it's ok. Let's not worry about that now and-... and just try and go to bed." "Ok."

We both climbed into Phil's bed, and I wrapped my arms around his smaller waist, and he cuddled into the crook of my neck.

"Night Dan." Phil whispered. "Night Phil." I kissed him lightly, and he fell asleep. "I still love you." I whispered before falling asleep beside him.