Phan Fluff One-Shots

But I don't Wanna Dance (If I'm Not Dancing With You)

By: phangirlinngforphan on tumblr

Word count: 2,500

Summary: Where they're at Vidcon and just want to be alone together.
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i.

Fuck, he'd forgotten about the enormity of this event.

He's stood with a suitcase grasped in one hand and his other itching to be holding the person's beside him.

But he can't do that.

At least not yet.

Dan sighs and his feet shuffle slowly toward the entrance of the hotel that he and Phil will be calling home for the next few days. There have already been sightings of groups of teenagers milling around the building and the security staff have informed them that it's probable they'll be inside the hotel, too.

"Here we go again." Dan murmurs under his breath. It's loud enough for Phil to hear him and throw him a sad, half smile in reply.

Restricted glances and half-hearted smiles - that's what the next few days will be. That's how Vidcon always goes.

"We'll be okay." Phil says quietly.

It's like a comforting hand squeeze, the way Phil says 'we.'

ii.

They've reunited with Louise, dodged about twenty different vlogging cameras in succession and already Dan's exhausted.

He would never go as far as saying he suffers with anxiety, labelling himself with a mental illness he doesn't know much about is ignorant in itself, but the way his body feels heavy and the sheer effort of having to socialise and force smiles with long-distance friends truly is taking its toll.

In an act of what he can only describe as 'best friend and boyfriend mind meld', Phil looks over at Dan just as he yawns and furrows his brows. It's then that Dan's phone vibrates in his pocket.

To Dan (from Phil): you okay? xx

The way Phil uses the a row of love-eyes emojis makes it hard for Dan to grin discreetly in the group of people he's in, but he doesn't care too much if people see. Phil's grinning equally as unabashedly, anyway.

To Phil (from Dan): just tired i'll be fine don't worry xx

To Dan (from Phil): too late, matey

He's typed out the words 'what the fuck' when Phil stretches and yawns dramatically. He has to resist an eye roll.

"So sleepy already." Phil complains. Dan can see right through him.

"Aw, poor English baby." Louise teases, poking him in the arm. "You two should get a quick power nap before the party in a couple hours. Can't have you falling asleep in your cocktails."

Dan likes the way Louise can say 'you two' and everybody will know who she's talking about.

Phil nods. "Yeah, you're right." he says and stands up, faking another yawn. Dan almost snorts.

He traipses over to Dan and extends a hand, "Come on, you."

They've been together for six years and yet Phil still manages to make him blush in front of all their friends in the easiest of ways.

Dan takes his hand and stands up. With Phil's arm loosely wrapped around his waist, they bid farewell in the form of a salute to Louise and the rest of the group with the promise that they'll be at the party later' - a sentence that makes Dan's stomach churn.