Phan oneshots

Our questions

(In case anyone was confused, Phil is in his last year of university and Dan goes next year. [not sure if that's accurate or not])
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Dan's POV

I awoke to the light from the sun shining brightly on my face. I groggily smacked my dry mouth together and rolled over, burrowing under more covers. I didn't want to get up. I didn't want to have to face the reality of trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life. I didn't want to have to remember that I don't have any friends, (other than Pj). I didn't want to-

I bolted up in bed, suddenly remembering last night. I rolled over, grabbed my phone from my nightstand, and opened contacts.

Please let him be real.. I begged in my mind. Please please please let him be real.

I scrolled down to the P section.

Phil Lester

I giggled gleefully, my day and mood much brighter now. I energetically jumped out of bed, wanting nothing more than to be able to see Phil again. Maybe we could even plan something today. Or maybe that's too soon after we just met. Well I can at least text him.

But that simple thing was now the hardest as I paced my room, fingers hovering over the keyboard. What to say, what to say.. Just say.. hey.

Dan: Hey, good morning :)

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as the message went through. There, conversation initiated.

I used the bathroom before heading down the hallway to the kitchen. I already heard Pj up and doing things. He usually gets up earlier than me, but that isn't saying much since I regularly wake up at 11.

"Good morning," I said with some cheerfulness in my voice. I walked over to the fridge to get the milk for cereal.

"Someone's in a good mood today," Pj remarked, buttering some toast for himself.

I grinned, thinking about Phil's beautiful blue eyes, his pale complexion contrasting with his raven black hair. "Yeah, maybe you were right about parties, Peej."

There was a dramatic clatter of Pj dropping his knife onto the plate as he turned towards me with a smug look. "Is the Daniel Howell actually admitting-" his smirk dropped and was replaced by a look of horror. He was staring at my face, and I wondered if there was a large spider or something on my face. With that thought I started freaking out.

"W-what! What is it?! Get it off!!" I began swatting my face, trying to get whatever was on it off. I stopped short when pain shot through my cheek after brushing by it. What the-?

"Dan! What the heck did you do?! Look at you! Oh my-"

Pj took my arm and led me, confused beyond belief, to the bathroom.

"Pj what are you talking about? What's on my face!"

He pushed me in front of the mirror and I screamed at what I saw. My face was covered in bruises and cuts. Large purple and dark brown bruises. Multiple long cuts stretching across my face. My left eye was purple and black around it, now starting to swell.

"W-what- how did these- I didn't do this-" I didn't even know what to say. I was in shock. How could this have happened over night? And without me waking up?