Phan One Shots

You can hear me?

A/N: So this is another mind reading fic. Just so you know, the speech in 'these' is speech happening in Dan's mind and normal speech is in "normal speech marks" in case you get confused.

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Dan stepped into his local coffee shop, joining the queue to order his usual Caramel Macchiato. He rubbed his hands together through his wooly gloves, as he glanced over the buzzing cafe; he loved busy atmospheres, there were so many minds to read, thoughts to intrude and lives to learn about.

"Hi what would you like today?" one of the baristas asked with a smile. "Oh, hi Dan. The usual?"

"Yeah, thanks Chris," Dan smiled back and handed over the money before making his way over to the waiting area.

His eyes glanced to the corner of his eye as he heard the thoughts of a woman, who was sat with her presumed boyfriend. 'I do wish he'd shave that beard.' Dan chuckled to himself and took his cup, then making his way over to his usual seat at the back of the cafe.

Dan had been able to read minds ever since he could remember, but controlling the skill took effort. It took him years to learn how to zone in on certain people's thoughts or how to block certain ones out, but now he had, he loved his skill. His eyes drifted to a boy sat on the opposite side of the cafe, he had a pen in his mouth and his black fringe flopped in front of his eyes. Dan didn't know what it was that caught his eye; it was as if he felt something indescribable. Something that drew him to him.

He zoned his mind onto the boy, but it was harder than usual. It was like trying to crack through a brick wall with layers and layers of stone.

'Do you mind?'

Dan jumped back into his chair, eyes wide and bit his lip. Who said that? He focused his mind in again, why couldn't he read his mind?

'I said, do you mind!'

Dan furrowed his brows, 'Are you talking to me?'

'If you're the person trying to read my mind then yes.'

Dan gulped nervously, his eyes remaining on the boy. 'You can hear me?'

'What worries me more is that you can hear me.'

Then the dark haired boy looked up from his notepad, his eyes met Dan's as though he could tell instantly who he was. He stood from his table, slowly making his way over to Dan, his eyes narrowing with every step and brow furrowed.

Dan wiggled back into his chair, praying that this person was nice and not a psycho. His mind was swirling with thoughts; were they like him? Were they evil?

"Hey," the boy finally spoke out loud, sitting in the seat opposite Dan. "You were interrupting my study."

"S-sorry," Dan stuttered, fidgeting in his seat uncomfortably.

The boy smiled warmly, "I'm Phil. What's your name?"

"D-Dan."

"Well Dan, I can read you like a book. Literally. You need to build a wall like I have," Phil said as if this situation was completely normal.

"So y-your like m-me?" Dan muttered, leaning closer to Phil.

"It seems so, but you're younger, so not as powerful," Phil smiled, taking a sip from his cup. "Have you met any others?"

Dan shook his head vigorously before taking his cup into his hands to warm them, "Have you?"

Phil nodded, "Yeah, my friend Pj, but other than that, no."

"I'm sorry for trying to read your mind," Dan mumbled, looking down at his drink.

"It's okay," Phil laughed. "It's not everyday you expect to hear someone talk back, is it?"

Dan laughed lightly. He felt safe with Phil, safer than he ever had before; his home wasn't safe. If anything, his home was more dangerous than a dark alleyway full of drunks.

"How old are you?" Phil frowned kindly, his eyes bore into Dan's. He'd decided not to read Dan's mind, he wanted to find out from Dan himself.

"Fifteen," Dan replied. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen," Phil smiled. "Why are you here alone? Isn't that dangerous?"

Dan shook his head, "It's safer here."

"Safer than where?" Phil frowned.

"It doesn't matter," Dan lied, taking a sip from his hot drink. He loved the hot feeling, as it made its way to the pit of his stomach and warmed him up from the inside.

Phil sighed and tilted his head. 'You can trust me, Dan."

'I can't trust anyone.'

Chris then appeared at Phil's side with a wide smile, "I see you've met our little Danny!"

"Yeah," Phil smiled. "Dan this is Chris, Pj's boyfriend."

Dan snapped his head up and said, "Can you not read minds?"

Chris laughed, "Nah, I'm boring. Wait - what?" Chris' eyes snapped to Phil in shock before he hissed, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay, Chris. He can read minds too," Phil said quietly. They didn't need the entire cafe knowing, as they'd be on the front page of the newspaper. "Could you whip us up another caramel macchiato for Dan."

"Oh no you don't have—"

"Nonsense," Phil grinned. "You look like you could do with it."

Chris jogged back over to the counter and began to make another coffee, whilst Phil collected his belongings from his previous table and brought them over to Dan's.

"Doing a bloody english degree," Phil sighed, as he dropped his many books onto the table. "It's a nightmare!"

Dan chuckled, "Why do it then?"

"Well I kind of enjoy it I guess," Phil admitted, chewing his pen in his mouth once again. "So tell me Dan. What are you scared of?"

"Nothing," Dan said, whilst twisting his cup in his hands.

"I'm choosing not to read your mind, because I want you to feel you can trust me," Phil sighed.

"Only someone deceitful would say that," Dan frowned.

"Is it your home?" Phil asked before sipping on his coffee.

"Maybe."

"I'm going to help you Dan, I promise," Phil smiled, sadly and reached out across the table to take Dan's hand in his. "No matter how long it takes."

"I don't even know you," Dan said, retracting his hand.

"Here you go, one caramel macchiato," Chris sung, as he placed down Dan's new drink. "Enjoy!"

"Thanks, Chris," Dan smiled sweetly. "I better get going. Thanks for the coffee, Phil."

"Are you going home?" Phil asked, standing at the same time as Dan.

Dan felt intimidated by the way Phil towered over him, but still weirdly felt safe in his presence. Don't trust strangers, he thought. The one and only thing his mother had managed to teach him.

"Yeah, my parents will get angry," Dan sighed and grabbed his bag. "I'll see you later."

"Yeah, I hope so," Phil smiled.

Dan made his way to the door and opened it, the cold air stung at his face instantly, but a voice in his head warmed him. 'It was really nice to meet you, Dan. Be safe.'

Dan smiled down at the ground and then continued to walk out of the door and onto the snow covered street towards his dreaded home.

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A/N: I'm enjoying writing these again.

Thank you all for reading!