Phan Oneshots

You Bring an Explosion of Colour to My World

Summary: Phil finds a scrap piece of paper in Dan's room while he's away for a week.

A/N: The picture at the top doesn't really match the fic, but I think it's cute so oh well.

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Phil was walking around his and Dan's flat, looking for something to do. Dan had been away for four days now, and he wouldn't be back for another two. He was on holiday with his family in Seattle, Washington for the week, and even though they'd texted and Skyped everyday, Phil still missed his friend more than he probably should. Dan had actually invited him to go with him, but he didn't want to ruin their family time, so he told Dan he'd be fine here for a few days, and to just go have fun. He couldn't help but notice how Dan's eyes looked slightly disappointed, though.

Now, Phil almost wished he would've said yes, because he was extremely bored and lonely. He'd filmed a video for YouTube and had started planning out the next radio show, but he didn't get very far without Dan's help or support. So, he was left to wandering around the flat, looking for something to tidy or keep him busy for longer than five minutes. He'd already played nearly every video game they owned, and he'd cleaned every room until it was pretty much pristine.

He walked up to Dan's room, hesitating to go in. His room was the only place he hadn't cleaned, on account of not wanting Dan to freak out when he 'couldn't find' his stuff. Phil pushed open the door, deciding he'd at least wash the bedding and see if Dan had laundry to wash.

As Phil took the sheets off Dan's bed, he heard a crinkling
noise from under his foot. He looked down as saw a piece of paper crushed under him. He picked it up and put it on Dan's dresser. Then, as he turned away, a word caught his eye. It had said 'Phil' in Dan's messy handwriting. Phil sighed. He knew he shouldn't read it, it was Dan's and probably personal.

He gathered the sheets in his arms. But if it was personal, then why did it have Phil's name on it? He put the bedding down and picked up the paper, curiosity getting the best of him.

He breathed in, feeling guilty already. He exhaled and started reading.

"Phil,

I don't know why I'm writing this, seeing as I'll never have the courage to give it to you. I just... guess that maybe by writing this, somehow things will solve themselves and everything will be easy and perfect.

As if.

I just... can't stand it anymore. You're too much for me. My feelings have gotten out of hand, and I need a way to let them out. God that sounds dramatic, doesn't it?

The thing is, you're like a drug. You're a drug that I can't enough of. I'm addicted to you, Phil. Everything about you. And I don't know why.

Scratch that. I do know why, but I still can't make myself admit it. It's because- because of you. Your smile, the way it's contagious. Your laugh, how your eyes get brighter and your tongue pokes out of your mouth. Your lips, the way I can't stop watching them when you speak, wanting to just stare forever at the way they look. Pink and soft, if you were wondering.

The way your eyes sparkle, no matter what. They're a mixture of blue and green and yellow, smiling all the time and pulling me in. I could stare at them forever and ever, just watching the colours sparkle, the galaxy of stars in your eyes captivating me.