Phan Oneshots

I Want To Dance With You (Pt 1)

Plot: Dan and Phil at a wedding
Part 1 of 2, sfw
Fluff
Words: 1508

I sat on a chair, away from the dance floor tugging at my suit as it stuck to me.

Dan looked happy as he took turns dancing funkily with guests, swirling them around before parting away and grabbing hold to another person who he'd dance with next.

Although I was stuck in a stuffy room bored, a smile crossed my face as he laughed and butterflies came to my stomach.

He was a little tipsy — you could tell — but that didn't slow him down — it made him more hyper.

I watched him spin a woman, her floor length dress raising off the ground from how fast she was going around in circles with a wide smile on her face.

Dan's suit hugged just the right places and he was still able to move freely in it.

I took a sip of the fancy cocktail the groom had brought to me as I watched Dan be spun by the woman and into the arms of the bride.

He sprung back up and offered his hand out to her, and after she took it he spun her before she spun him back and they parted, solo dancing but in front of each other as they sang along to the music and the bright ass different coloured lights showed streaks of colours across their faces and bodies.

I felt jealousy claw in my stomach as he moved to each new person, giving them his touch.

What was I kidding, we'd never be a couple.

As I rested my head on my hand, I saw the bride began getting tired but Dan powered on, so he led her back to the bar before going back to dance on the dance floor again, but by himself.

I didn't know many people, as they were Dan's friends so that's why I sat alone.

I downed the rest of my drink before walking over to the bar, ordering a stronger drink called "Missionary's Mistake".

I dodged and weaved between groups of people, listening to the music change to a less energetic but still disco fitted song.

I sat down in my seat and sipped my drink then screwed my face up from the sweetness.

I placed my drink down and waited for Dan to tire out which was taking a lot longer than I expected.

So far when I tried to make conversation, people were nice but dismissive.

I hadn't spoken to the groom or bride much, but they seemed to be nice.

Time skip

It had been half an hour, and Dan was on the dance floor with only a few people.

Most people left the floor a while ago, but everytime I thought Dan was getting tired, he'd bounce around more and sway his hips along to the music, which I couldn't complain about to be honest when he did.

I saw the bride go up to the DJ and talk into his ear, probably recommending a song.

Just as I was about to get up to hide in the bathroom for ten minutes again, the DJ made the music quieter and the coloured lights stopped dancing and changed to a slightly bright creamy-yellow.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this will be our last song for the night, which is why it will be special! Grab a special one or friend and make your way to the dance floor! This will be a long song!" she annouced through the microphone.

Great, longer time alone.

I watched people get their friends, family or 'special one's' hands, and so I stood up and tried to walk through the sea of people going to te dance floor.