Phan Oneshots

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Dan's POV

Phil and I walked out onto the stage together, and were instantly engulfed by the screams and shouts from people of all ages. "Hey Guys!" Phil shouted his usual intro. "Hello Internet!" I added, sitting beside Phil in one of the cushiony chairs lined up against a table with two microphones and water bottles.

"How are you all?" Phil asked, pulling the microphone close to him, looking all around the room. Everyone shouted happily in response. "That's good. Umm, shall we start with a Q&A?" I turned to Phil. "Yeah, anyone got a question?" Phil looked back to the crowd. Not five minutes into the hour long panel, and I knew this was going to be hell.

See, I've got a crush on (more like in love with) Phil, and he doesn't know. He doesn't want to know, and I don't want him to know. It'd ruin our friendship, and I really am terrified of rejection. Yet, honestly, I couldn't help but stare at him as he started to speak. I stared at his big blue eyes that were full of passion and joy, and his dark black hair that I'd love to run my hands through, and his perfect pink lips that hold so many secrets. He's perfect.

"What about you?" Phil turned to me. I snapped out of it, "Sorry, what was the question?" I scanned the crowd until I saw a girl standing up. "Why do you still make videos after all these years?" "Oh," I gulped nervously, "umm, if I'll be honest, it's because I've become part of this 'routine', I suppose, and it's such a big part of my life now that I couldn't let it go. And Phil and I are such a pair, or team, that if one of us stopped making videos, separate or together, then both of our careers would collapse." Phil nodded, then started scanning the crowd for another question.

"Ok, Phil, I think it's time." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Time for what Daniel?" He asked, holding in a giggle. "Hug time! Basically, we're going to run around the room for a few minutes, hugging as many people as we can. Once my timer goes off, well come back up here." "Ready Dan?" Phil asked jokingly and I nodded.

"Ready, Set, Go!" I started the timer on my phone, shoved it in my pocket, and jumped off the stage. I ran into the crowd, and hugged the first person I saw, then jumped to the next person.
I was totally out of breath when the timer finally went off.

"Ok! Phil, Time's up!" I was breathing heavily as I looked for him, and suddenly spotted him across the room. He was in the middle of hugging a tall tan, and handsome looking man, and I instantly got extremely envious. "Ok!" He replied, letting go of the man, which made me feel much better.

We made our way back to the stage, and sat back down at the table. We were both heavily breathing, and sweating quite a bit too. I looked over at Phil and fuck did he look hot. His hair was slightly wet, his forehead was dabbed with sweat, and his heaving breathing made me blush slightly because I was being compared to him. "Ok," he laughed. "we need to get in shape. You're a mess, and your face is all red." he poked my cheeks, and they became an even darker shade.

During another Q&A round, I kept staring at Phil. How could you not?
He was in the middle of a question when it happened. I grabbed his face and pressed his lips against mine on impulse. I don't know what happened, but it happened, and not for a second either. I stopped nearly as quickly as it started.

I jumped out of my seat, being crushed by the deafening silence of the crowd. "I-I'm sorry." I stuttered, "I don't knowing what happened." "Dan, come here and sit back down, please." Phil patted the seat beside him calmly, and I shook my head. "No, no you hate me. I know you do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." a tear ran down my cheek, and Phil stood up. "How could someone hate such a perfect, beautiful boy." Phil gently cupped my face, and kissed me gently. I melted into him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. The audience soon began screaming things like, "Phan is real", "I knew it", and stuff like that.

That was the start of it all, I guess, and it couldn't be more perfect.