Phan Oneshots

Fireworks

Genre: Bit angsty, and a bit sad (okay it gonna be incredibly sad I give up )

"Come ON, Dan! We're going to miss the fireworks!" Phil was dragging a reluctant Dan across the park and collapsed onto a little hill that was at the back of the park. As their hands had been intertwined with another, Phil ended up pulling Dan down onto him, causing him to gasp in surprise as he landed in his lap.

Laughing nervously, they seperated, laying on their backs to see the night stars in the sky.

"They really are beautiful," Dan whispered, a tear forming in his eye. Luckily, Phil didn't notice it.

Suddenly, a group of people crowded around a phone that had a live feed to London started counting down to 0. Soon, the whole park was chanting along with them.

"FIVE FOUR THREE TWO ONE!"

Dan braced himself and closed his eyes, flinching at the sound of the firework. He turned to look at Phil, who's eyes were shining brightly as they watched the colours erupt in the air.

A particularly loud one went of and Dan jumped, scooting himself closer towards the forest behind him. He could feel a sob coming on and covered his mouth, scrambling up and running into the woods.

Hearing a twig snap, Phil whirled around to see that the spot that Dan should be occupying was empty. A small trail of snapped branches and rocks that have been tripped over lead him to a small clearing that had a hollow tree trunk lying on its side at the edge of it. A faint whimpering sounded from it, and Phil tiptoed closer, peering into the trunk.

Inside was Dan, curled up into a little ball on his side, rocking back and forth and flinching whenever a firework erupted.

"Dan? What's wrong? Are you scared? DAN JUST CALM DOWN." Phil whispered, shaking Dan lightly.

"Fireworks." Dan manages out, hiding his head in his arms.

"What, do you have a phobia of them?" Phil joked. Dan didn't respond.

"What, REALLY? What about all those New Years parties we've been to? We watch them together every year!"

Sighing, Dan leant his head onto the bark behind him, screwing his eyes shut and taking deep breaths.

"When I was nine, my family and I went to this nice villa in Turkey for the Christmas holidays so we don't have to put up with the miserable weather here. My brother and this pool boy were setting up the fireworks, and I watched them work.
The countdown started, and my brother ran back to the villa, but I ran forward so I could see the fireworks close up. I thought I was big enough and responsible enough to be able to watch safely.
But then one of the fireworks leant in it's hole in the ground towards me without me even noticing. A second before it went off, my brother pushed me out of the way and the firework hit him square in the chest.
My whole family blames me, and I haven't liked fireworks ever since. We never set them off on New Years again."

They sat there in silence before Phil leant forward and crushed Dan in a bone-breaking hug. Instead of complaining, Dan just buried his head into the crook of Phil's neck and cried, ugly sounds that resembled pig snorts sounded from Dan's throat as he sobbed.

Finally, Dan pulled away, curling into a tighter ball but still looked at Phil. He looked a lot like a lost child, crying and calling out for his brother.

"You never noticed." he breathed. "You never noticed how I would run from the room to hide in the bathroom. You never noticed how I cried when the fireworks erupted. You never noticed how I'd grip your hand tighter and lean into you, waiting for you to lean back and comfort me. But you never did - fireworks seemed much more interesting than me."

"Dan-"

"That first New Years with you was the first time I saw fireworks a long time. My family never watched the London fireworks on TV. We were having a party in our flat, and you were to busy joking and laughing to notice me run and hide under my bed like a baby.

Do you know that feeling when you're sulking, and you expect someone to come running after you, even if it's just so they'll shout at you? You want just one hint that they care, but eventually you just walk downstairs and act normal. I felt that every New Years Eve with you. And you never came."

And with that, Dan stalked out of the tree trunk, not looking back at Phil's streaming face.

And then the firework came.

(A/N Do you hate me? I hope not cause that seemed really rushed when I read through it and I'm worried it might not have as much impact as I was hoping for BUT HEY IT GOT UPLOADED ON NEW YEARS DAY HOW COOL IS THAT?!?!?!)