Summary: It's really fucking cold, and Dan is agitated already because all the shops are closed. He meets Phil, a complete stranger who asked him for directions because he wants to see some Christmas lights.
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Dan blew out a huff of air, scowling as the cold air turned his breath into a white cloud. He couldn't move his fingers inside of his pockets, and his ears had gone numb.
Being outside in the middle of December wasn't something that Dan was fond of, but it was necessary. Christmas was not that far away, and he hadn't done any shopping for anyone. Call him lazy, but he had better things to do.
It hadn't started snowing yet, but the cold air was enough to set him one edge. Dan had been in kind of a rush, and he hadn't had time to dress properly for the weather, so he only had a thin jacket covering his arms. Not that it was much help, the wind blew sharply around him, straight through the material. He had permanent goosebumps on his arms.
Not to mention it was almost ten o'clock. He should have known, since it was so close to the holidays, that the stores would start closing early. He'd been to three so far, only to be met with locked doors and dark windows. But he wasn't one to give up so easily, and so he had one more destination, and the hope that it was open.
There were lights everywhere, which honestly did nothing to improve Dan's mood. He felt like they were mocking him, all bright and cheery when he was anything but. He'd been waking for over an hour now, and he would have given up long ago if he wasn't so desperate. He really didn't want to be seen as the heartless cousin who didn't give a shit about his family. He'd had enough of that last year.
His was interrupted from his grueling though process when something slammed into him from behind, sending him to the ground. Someone, he realized, when they fell on top of him.
"Shit, shit." The person, a guy, muttered, scrambling frantically to stand up. Dan stared up at the dull sky dazedly, cursing the heavens above for putting him through this. Then there was a hand being shoved into his face, the guy reaching out to help him. "Sorry, I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going, lost in my head again." the guy explained. Dan grabbed his hand, groaning as he hoisted himself up. That was definitely gonna be sore tomorrow. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, I'm fine." Dan assured, smiling weakly. He looked over at the guy. He was actually kind of cute, pretty, if you could call a guy pretty. His black hair was a mess from the wind, blowing across his face. He had these blue eyes, that seemed to change color against the bright Christmas lights.
"Okay, good." the guy said, grinning in relief. "I really wasn't paying attention, I was kind of distracted. Hey, can I ask you something?"
Dan smirked. "You just did." The guy smiled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
"You know what I mean." he said, and Dan nodded for him to continue. "I just, I'm kind of lost, I don't actually live around here. Do you know where the nearest Starbucks is?"
Dan smiled. "Um, it's actually quite far from here." he said. "I wouldn't be able to give you directions without confusing you." He had no idea why the hell this guy would need to go to Starbucks this late at night, but he wasn't one to judge. "Sorry."
"It's fine." the guy said. "Just, everywhere else is closed, I was sure that'd still be open."
Dan wasn't usually someone who went out of their way to help other people, and certainly not strangers, but this guy just seemed too innocent to be out by himself, especially since he was lost. And besides, he wasn't doing anything else important. There was no way he was going to find an open shop at this time, he knew, and maybe coffee would do him some good.
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Phan Oneshots
FanfictionJust a collection of phan one shots. All 100% written by me, and which you should 100% read. (It's mostly angst I'm warning you). Requests greatly welcomed.