Phan OneShots

Those Manchester Nights

Those Manchester Nights 

Contents: Dan has been sitting out on the balcony of the Manchester apartment looking over the city for the last few hours. Phil is slightly worried about him and goes to see what’s wrong. 

Genre: Angst (very little) and Fluff

Word Count: 2,536

Phil’s POV

Dan was starting to worry me a little now. 

He’d come home after a night’s walk around town, didn’t say a word to me as he walked in, grabbed a bottle of beer and went out to the balcony. It’d been over three hours now and he hadn’t come inside at all. I glanced out through the glass doors and found him still sitting on one of the decking chairs, looking out over the city. 

Something was bothering him, I could tell. He wasn’t bubbling with energy, no sarcastic comments since arriving home and well, he just wasn’t acting like Dan. Sighing, I pulled myself off the leather sofa and dragged my body over to the kitchen.  

Opening the hot chocolate jar and grabbing two of our many mugs we seemed to own; I placed three heaped spoonfuls of the sweet choclity heaven into the mugs before pouring in some boiling water from the kettle. 

This was a special case of the chocolate medicine so to make it even better I made sure spray lots of squirty cream and chocolate sprinkles onto the beverage. Also making sure to grab a large handful of marshmallows as I passed the jar of them placed on the breakfast bar. 

The cold evening air hit me in the face like a smack across the cheeks. “Blimey Dan.” I let out a laugh as I placed the hot chocolate on the side table next to him, “It’s got to be below five degrees out here and you’re sat there in a T-shirt and jeans.”

He lets out a grunt as he accepts the hot chocolate I placed on the table. Pulling it towards his face he dipped his nose into the cream a little as he took a sip. Pulling away with a small part of it smudged on the end of his nose. I let out a little laugh only to receive a glare off of him. I die down the laughter and lean forwards to wipe his nose with my finger. 

“Hm, thanks.” he spoke in a monotone voice as I pulled a chair up next to his. I rested my head gently on his shoulder as we looked out to the city below us. Living at the top of a block of flats had it’s advantages. Looking out over the city lights that glowed from the floor to the stars above. Yes the light pollution may hide the stars a little but the faint specks of lights above us still glistened in the dark night sky. And in a way the lights pollution gave a glow to the city, a dome of light looming over it as the variety of colours scattered across the town. The blue and pinks near the Manchester Wheel, the yellows and whites from the usual street lights, the greens from the reflection of the small park areas; it all blended together to form a rainbow of light laying over the city like a gentle blanket. 

The noise of the Saturday night excitement was a simple muffle below usas the city was still alive. I dug my head slightly more in the crook of Dan’s neck so I could see the side profile of his face as the light from the city danced across it. He was truly beautiful, still young and excitable; his personality matching up to his stunning face perfectly. Every detail of Dan I had memorised like I have the alphabet; his favourite colour is black, he enjoys the smell of cherries and chocolate, when I kiss his neck he melts like an ice cube and I knew that right now he was feeling down about something. The way he sat wasn’t his usual relaxed and laid back, instead he was as stiff as cardboard with a slight frown on his face as he looked sternly over the city.