Abandoned // Phan AU

1.

"Dan, truth or dare?" Chris said.
"Dare."
Dan knew immediately that this was a mistake when the smirk Chris was wearing grew impossibly bigger.
"I dare you to stay in the abandoned house for at least 10 minutes," Chris had a hint of teasing in his voice.
"What?!" Dan started, panic clear in his voice "You've got to be kidding. Nobody goes in there, there's obviously a reason. Plus, it's dark! There is no way I'm doing that."
"It's either that or streaking," Chris said in a sing song voice "Take your pick."

Three minutes later Dan, Chris and PJ stood outside in the cold, facing the infamous house. It had been deserted years ago without any warning or explanation. Nobody knew much about the residents in the first place, which just left more room for wild rumours.

"Are you sure I have to do this?" Dan asked quietly. He felt sick and his heart was beating way too fast for it to be considered healthy.
"Yep," Chris said cheerfully, making sure to pop the p dramatically.
Dan gave them one last hopeful look. PJ gave him a sympathetic smile but stayed silent. Dan huffed as he accepted defeat and started walking towards the front door. He tentatively put his weight on the first step. It creaked loudly, but didn't break. The loud noise made him cringe. He continued up the steps and fiddled with the door.
With any luck it'll be locked and I can back out of the d-
Dans thoughts were interrupted by the stiff door opening slightly.
Great, he thought.
"We'll start counting now, Danny boy," Chris shouted.
He sent one last glare in Chris' general direction (it was too dark to see much) and pushed the door open fully.

Dan was overwhelmed by the smell of musk and damp. The air was thick and it was difficult to breathe. He took his phone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight before continuing into the house. There was grey powder covering the floor and stairs. Dan decided that it was easier to avoid being murdered on the first floor and walked straight past the stairs. He didn't want to venture too far from the door in case he needed to make a quick getaway.

Every step he took, the floorboards made awful screeching sounds. They made him feel as if the entire floor was about to cave in. The light from his phone was illuminating pieces of dust floating in every direction and Dan made an effort not to breathe them in. He made his way into an empty room, stepping carefully just in case the house actually did collapse around him. The room was big with worn yellow paint on all of the walls. He gained confidence in the fact that there wasn't any murderers around and began to get his breathing and heart rate back to a steady pace. He walked across the empty room to a door at the other end, wondering how long he had before the ten minutes were up.

Dan turned the handle and pushed the door open with ease. This room was different to the others. It was smaller and less cold. It had a Victorian style fireplace and there was a large, tattered sofa in the centre of the room with a sleeping bag on top of it. He moved towards the couch curiously. The sleeping bag was light blue and thin. It didn't look like it would provide much heat. He quickly lost interest and raised his light to look around the rest of the room, though he didn't get far. Almost straight away he was met with a pair of scared, piercing blue eyes. Dans entire body froze and his eyes went wide. He felt like screaming, throwing up and running all at the same time but he couldn't do a single thing. He realised he had stopped breathing and brought in a fast, shaky breath. The boy sitting in front of him hadn't moved either.

"I- I'm so sorry. I didn't.. I didn't realise there was anyone here," Dan spoke quickly as he stuttered over his words. What he really wanted to say was please don't murder me but an apology seemed like a better route.
The boys eyes still wide with fear and shock. He was sitting cross legged against the wall surrounded by two books, some tins of food, a blanket and a torch. Dan realised that having a phone light shined in his face probably wasn't the best greeting. He knew that what a normal person would have done is ran out of the house and never looked back but Dan was intrigued. This boy wasn't dangerous looking. In fact, he looked the exact opposite. He pointed his phone light slightly away from the boys face and cleared his throat.

"Sorry if I startled you. I didn't mean to," Dan said it quietly, trying not to scare the boy more than he already had.
"Uhm its fine. I just- when I heard the footsteps I thought it was the police," The boys voice was timid and cracked a lot, like he hadn't spoken in a few days.
"My friends dared me to come in," Dan muttered "it was stupid. I'm Dan by the way,"
"I'm Phil," The boy gave a weak smile.
"Phil.." Dan said thoughtfully, looking back to Phil and giving him a toothy grin, "Cute."

A/N
21/4/17