Phan Oneshots

Things Can Be Nice in the Morning, Too

Words: 1619
1 part and NSFW

Phil swung our hands back and forth enthusiastically as we walked past store fronts, him pointing into every single one or stopping to gaze at artwork every two seconds while I just tried not to fall forwards and go to sleep.

We'd been walking all day and my eyelids had been heavy for the past half hour, blinking becoming opening my eyes for two seconds and close for five as my limbs grew heavier.

"How far away is the hotel?" I asked, exhausted but trying to hide it.

"Not too far. Probably another three blocks," he replied.

I didn't want to go home earlier than he wanted to; we had a plane at 10am the next morning which is barely enough time to even get out of bed, so we wouldn't have time to come back and see everything.

'Everything's better at night', quote unquote Phil, but I agree. If I wasn't at all tired, I'd be gazing at all the buildings and lights and street art and him, especially.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked as he tried tugging me forward.

"Y-yeah," I said, stifling a yawn.

"C'mon, only two more blocks," he said and I groaned on the inside.

After five more stops, I let go of his hand and rubbed my eyes. "Can we go back now?"

Phil looked back at me and instantly his happy-tourist face dropped to a face of worry.

"Dan, you're so tired," Phil whispered as he flew to in front of me.

I rest my head against his chest.

"I didn't want to stop you too early," I said as he pulled me into a hug.

"I don't care about the shops as much as your well-being," he said and I couldn't sontain a goofy grin.

I bit my lip before I yawned and he chuckled.

"Bridal-style or piggy-back?" he asked.

"I'd prefer bridal, but we're in public," I said, forcing my head to come off his chest so I could look into his eyes.

"Who said we can't do it?" he asked and before my half-functioning brain could register what he said, he hooked one of his arms under my knees and the other supporting my neck, pulling me into his arms all in one swift movement.

"Jeez, Phil," I yelped as he caught me by surprise.

He began walking and although my eyes were begging to be closed I couldn't help but look at him.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you it was rude to stare?" he mock-scolded me and I rolled my eyes.

"Shut up, you're just as bad," I hummed in reply and he smiled.

"Is that so?"

I nodded and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck as we bounced slightly with each step he took.

I thought he would've gotten too tired carrying me all the way back to the hotel, but the hard work at the gym paid off as he walked us through the automatic sliding doors, saying good night to the tired receptionist without panting once.

He pressed the button for the lift and as it dinged, he let me on my feet gently, holding my hand as we passed through the doors.

He pressed the button and the doors closed, leaving an airy feeling in our stomachs as the lift propelled up smoothly with a soft hum.

I rested my head on his shoulder and I could see his grin in the mirror, causing myself to smile.

I hugged his arm as the doors opened for us and we stepped out, walking into our room after Phil opened the door with the keycard.