Phan Oneshots

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I was in love. I was young, only just into uni, and I was so in love. Or I had thought so. No one had really bothered talking to me, I was just some background student. Back to my love, though. I was dropping out of uni to be with her. Her name was Victoria, but I called her Vic. She was gorgeous. And I would constantly remind her. Only, she wouldn't believe me.
So here I was. 19 years old, sitting alone in a coffee shop. Waiting for a woman who never came. I'd told her to meet me at the local place at 4:30. It was almost 5:30, so I called her.
"Vic?" I said, hearing the phone click.
"Shit, I'm sorry, Dan." She said, and I, expecting her to continue with something about her lateness, waited. "I'm breaking up with you, Dan. I just can't be with you anymore. I'm so sorry."
Click. She hung up the phone. And I sat down in the chair near the window. That was it. She was gone. Stupid, foolish me. Thinking that this 20 year old was my soulmate. I did nothing. Didn't call her back, didn't get a drink. Nothing. I should've asked her a reason, but I didn't need one. I knew why. I was rushing too fast into the relationship.
Sitting in that chair, I took out the diamond and gold ring that I had held in a small velvet black box in my pocket. It was worthless now. I was 19, for Christ's sakes. And I was about to marry someone I barely knew.
Fast-forward to a few months later, summer. I was back at that coffee shop where I had almost proposed. I still had the ring, but it was at home. I ordered my drink, and sat down, waiting for my name to be called.
"Dan?" I heard a voice ask, and I peeked my head out of the book I was reading. Long nails painted red were tapping my shoulder. I knew that color from somewhere. I looked up, and saw that face. Her face. Thousands of emotions flooded in; hatred, confusion, happiness, anger.
"V-Victoria! H-Hi!" I stuttered out.
"So, how's life been?"
Ever since you ripped my heart out? "Good. You?" I replied.
"Well, I met a new guy, his name's Chris!" She turned to an awkward looking guy, and gestured him over. "Say hi to Dan, Chris! Dan and I were..." She thought for a moment, then continued with "friends."
"Hey," Chris said in a thick Northern accent. Pining for this awkward encounter to end, I felt another tap on my shoulder. I turned around to become face to face with a black haired man.
"Dan?" He asked, and I, confused, did not answer. Obviously he noticed I was, and he handed me my drink. "I think this is yours." He said, and he started moving me away from my situation. I grabbed my book, bid Victoria and Chris a farewell, and relocated my seat. "Sorry, I'd just noticed, you looked frightened, and I wanted to help you." I drank my coffee, and he continued talking. "I work here, and I saw you here a few months back. I heard your phone call with a Vic, and then I saw you talking to a Victoria, and I kinda made the connection. Weren't you going to propose?" I nodded. "Sorry, I just realized, you don't know my name. It's Phil." He stuck out a hand to shake. "Phil Lester." I took the hand and shook it.
"Dan. Dan Howell." I smiled.
"So, Dan, what're you reading?" He asked me.
"Nothing, much. Just rereading a classic." I showed him the cover, and he smiled.
"I love that book!" He said, blue eyes sparkling.
Fast-forward again, three months later, it's autumn now. Phil and I had been talking quite a lot. We had become great friends. I called him up.
"Phil?"
"Mhm." He said, slightly muffled. Probably eating.
"Do you want to come over?" We had started visiting each other a lot.
"It's nice out. Let's do something outside." He said. We organized to meet at a park and go on a walk.
I got there first, and texted him. 'Hurry up!!!! I'm bored here by myself'
I got an almost instant reply. 'Come to the fountain.' So I did. There he sat, on the edge.
"Hey!" I said, sitting down next to him.
"You ready?" He asked, and we got up to go on the walk. We had no destination, we just started going.
We talked. And talked. And talked.
"Hey, Phil?" I asked.
"Mhm?"
"I never asked, are you gay or straight or bi or..."
Slightly flustered, Phil replied. "Gay, you?"
"I don't know. I mean, I was in love with Victoria for months, or I thought I was. But I really like a guy. But I'm not bi."
"Are you going to try to do anything with that guy?"
"Well, I've hinted at him that I like him but he doesn't seem to be picking up my signals."
"Do you know what I think you should do?" I waited. "Invite him somewhere, a date almost. Maybe an amusement park. Tell him how you feel, and kiss him. Go for it." I smiled and brushed the hair out of my face.
"Thanks, Phil."
"Of course."
Fast-forward, to Halloween night. Phil and I were planning on going out to a party together. I sat outside his flat in my car, waiting. I was so nervous. I'd never been to a big party before.
"Come outside." I said when I called him. Not two minutes later, he came out. He was in a form-fitting costume, it had flannel in it. He got in my passenger seat, and buckled.
At the party, there were drinks. A lot of them. I had one beer, but Phil left me early in the night. I sat in the corner, on my phone. It was 1 in the morning, and I got up to find the bathroom. I checked through each door. I skipped one or two, hearing moans. Upstairs, there were two doors.
I opened the first, and found Phil. On the bed. With some guy I didn't recognize. They were kissing, passionately. The other person kept biting Phil's lower lip, and Phil would moan lightly in reply.
I coughed, getting his and his "friend"'s attention. He looked over, and blushed, a look of satisfaction on the other guy's face. And I started getting angry. And jealous. And all kinds of bad emotions.
"Phil?"
"S-Sorry. I just..." He trailed off.
"Don't be sorry. He should be." I said, referencing the man sitting near him.
"Why?" Phil asked.
"He was just kissing the person I love most."
"Who's that?" Phil asked, clearly intoxicated.
"Let's get you home."
Fast-forward to the next morning. It was almost 4 in the afternoon when he woke up.
"Phil? Are you okay?"
"Yeah. What happened last night?" Good, he didn't remember.
"Do you want to go to the amusement park tonight, Phil? They're closing soon."
"Sure, but I have a headache. Thanks, Dan. For taking me home. You're a good friend, you know?"
I smiled. "Take a shower and get dressed. We'll eat dinner at the park."
And he left to shower.
I was following his advice. To take the guy I liked somewhere and tell him how I felt.
I was nervous again. I had no idea how he'd react. But I hoped he would well.
After dinner and three rides, we were walking around.
I sat down on a park bench, one of many scattered about the area. He sat right beside me. We sat silently, watching the people go by. Some couples walked by, holding hands.
"I wish I was like them." He spoke.
"How so?"
"They can just flaunt their relationship. If I did, people would yell at me or shun me."
"You don't have a relationship."
"I know. I meant metaphorically."
I looked down at his hand, resting beside him. I reached for it, in an effort to hold it. He looked down, and saw my hand. He wrapped his fingers around mine.
"Phil?" He looked up at me, still holding my hand. "Do you remember, a few months back, I told you about a guy I liked?"
"Yeah. You never told me who."
"Do you want to know?" He nodded. "Well, he has black hair and blue eyes. He has the personality of a five year old, and it's absolutely adorable. I talk to him a lot, and the best part is that he's sitting right beside me." Phil blushed, and smiled.
"M-Me?"
"Yes, you." I said, holding his hand tighter. "Of course you. You're great."
"I.."
"Do you remember the last part of the advice you gave me?"
"Not really. What was it?"
"Kiss him." I said, closing the gap between us and leaning my face into his. It was short. If it was too long, we'd get in trouble. But it was great. "You don't remember any of last night?"
"No."
"Well, I caught you and someone making out in a bedroom. And I said that he was just kissing the person I loved the most." Phil kissed me again.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Dan?"
"Of course, Phil." I said, wrapping my arm around him.
We rode a few more rides and went back to his place, where I spent the night. We slept in the same bed, and cuddled all night.
I was in love. I was young, only just into uni, and I was so in love with him.