Phan One Shots

House of Memories

Description: Dan and Phil spend one last day in their London apartment. Packing boxes and reminiscing over old memories made over the last 5 years that they've lived there.

Word count: 1100

Warning/s: feels may be shooketh

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"Hey Phil! Look what I found!"

Phil follows Dans voice into the boys room where he's sat knelt down in front of his desk.

Dan lifts his palm to show the little horse he crafted years ago and places it into Phils outstretched hand.

"Hey I remember this. It was under your desk all these years?" Phil says, flipping the horse in his palm.

"Yeah, I guess so!" Dan notices Phil stroking the body with his thumb. "You can keep it if you want. I was just gonna throw it out," he shrugs.

"Yeah I'll keep it," Phil laughs, turning to leave the room.

He turns into his room and places the horse in one of the many boxes littered around his room, and continues his work stripping his bed.

Throwing his sheets behind him on the floor, he lifts his mattress, revealing the broken bed frame beneath. Phil laughs softly as the memory of how it broke crosses his mind.

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"Come on, Phil! You can do better than that!" Dan laughs at his room mates failed attempts to touch the ceiling. "Here, I'll show you how the master does it!"

Dan bends his knees and springs into the air, stretching his body and successfully touching the ceiling with his palm.

"Shut up, watch the true master at work!" Phil cracks his knuckles as he prepares himself, jumping up on the bed. He jumps three times before bending his knees for the final leap. Suddenly, there's a huge crunching noise making Phil lose balance and fall face first onto the floor in a mangled heap.

Dan bursts out laughing making Phil laugh along on the floor. The boys soon start wheezing, Dan doubling over tears streaming from his face. Phil sits up in a sitting position, face red from a mixture of embarrassment and laughter clutching his sides as his laughter soon turns to snorting making Dan laugh even harder.

"My...knee...hurts!" Phil laughs between breaths clutching his knee and pulling it closer to his body.

As Dan recovers, he wanders over to the bed and lifts the mattress to reveal the bed frame cracked and mangled at the bottom left hand corner.

"Oh fuck, Phil! Look what you did, you twat!" Dan laughs in disbelief shaking his head as the other boy stands up and looks over Dans shoulder.

Phil giggles, covering his mouth to stifle the laughter. "Well I've always hated this bed frame. Maybe I can finally get a new one!"

Dan turns around and shoves Phils shoulder with his hand playfully.

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Dan giggles.

"Yeah, yeah! I know. But guess what?" Phil wraps his hands around the younger boy, pulling him closer. "I'm your idiot and you're just gonna have to deal with it!"

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Phil smiles to himself as he picks up the broken bed frames, not noticing Dans presence at the door.

"Hey, you can finally get a new bed frame that doesn't look like a fucking wicker basket." Dan chuckles lightly, leaning against the door and folding his arms.

"Oi, I'm sure the guy who weaved my bed put a lot of thought in it. Even if it is made from cheap, shitty wicker!" Phil stands up straight holding the pile of broken planks in his arms.

"Hey, remember when you fell ass over head off the bed and broke the frame?" Dan smirks.

"Yes. It's a very hard memory to forget when you're trying to comfortably sleep at night!" Phil retorts.

"Oh don't I know," Dan stares at the corner smiling at the memories of the countless nights he's snuggled up with Phil in his bed. "Guess what? You still can't touch the ceiling!" he says suddenly, looking back at Phil with a mischievous grin playing on his face.

"Oh yes I can!" Phil says placing the planks of wood on the floor. "I've grown these past couple of months."

Phil bends his knees and springs into the air, stretching his body and touches the ceiling successfully with his hand.

"Wow! I'm impressed," Dan raises an eyebrow and smiling at Phil.

Phil wanders over to Dan grabbing the front of  his hoodie to pull him closer.

"Who's the true master now?" Phil smirks.

"Still me, shit head!" Dan retorts, earning a gentle punch in the shoulder by Phil.

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Several hours pass as Dan and Phil finish off with the final boxes and clean up the remainder of the apartment. As Dan hauls the last box out the door, Phil grabs the keys and closes the door for the final time, locking it.

Dan walks over and stands beside Phil, taking his hand in his and staring at the door. Silently saying goodbye to the apartment forever togther. Phil rests his head on Dans shoulder as he remembers his favourite memories he's shared with his flat mate for the last five years in this apartment.

The glass door, the existential crisis hallway, the One Direction poster in the tiny toilet, the dented hallway walls from the countless times they've banged chairs and camera equipment against them, the secret staircase that led to the sub-apartment...

It was a great little hamster cage that has sheltered them for the past five years. But there comes a time when you got to turn over a new leaf and make a few changes in your life for the better.

Dan drops Phils hand and turns to pick up a box labelled 'Dan's crap'.

"Come on, Phil," Dan urges. "Let's head to our new place."

Phil smiles as he picks up his own box and follows Dan out into the foyer.

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"Baby we built this house on memories
Take my picture now, shake it 'til you see it.
And when your fantasies become your legacies, promise me a place
In your house of memories."

House of Memories- Panic at the Disco

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A.N.

I low-key miss the London apartment.

*cries reading the London apartment page in TABINOF* (the pages are still wet)

But also I'm super happy for them. As long as they're happy I'm happy.

Also Daniel Howell™ is my reason to leave tbh.

It was my birthday recently and my mum bought me this huge Sully plushy from Monster Inc. and I don't know what to do with it..... It's so big!

Anyways thanks for reading. please comment, vote, give feedback etc.