Phan One-Shot : A Very Mixed Shopping Trip.

"Dan, hurry up!" Phil complained, tugging at my arm impatiently. My hand traced over the cases of the many games in the store, trying to find a new one, as I had completed my old ones. Whining and moaning, Phil continued to tug on my arm, "I'm not gonna' get a chance to go in any of my shops!"

"But I thought you liked games too?" I said with a smirk, flicking several games forward, still searching. Mumbling something inaudible, Phil meandered away. "Alright, alright, I'm coming."

Slightly irritated, I caught up with him, walking beside him. Our hands brushed against each other, causing my heart to flutter like hyperactive butterfly. Why Phil? Of all people, why Phil?

I looked in the other direction, my cheeks flaming. The thing is, I loved Phil. But I knew I could never admit to him, in fear of ruining our friendship. And I would rather just be best friends, than be nothing at all.

"Dan?" Phil murmured, bringing me back to my senses. Slowly, I turned to face him, and found a curious expression on his face. That was never a good sign. "What are you thinking about?"

"Uhh-um." How could I say that I was thinking about him, without sounding creepy? If I told him, he'd probably be suspicious. "Our fans, yeah."

Phil giggled, putting a hand over his mouth as he did so. "You're such a bad liar, Daniel." He stopped walking, and turned to face me, before pushing a stray strand of my hair away from my face. I could feel my cheeks heating up at the contact, and prayed he wouldn't notice.

"Phil, what are you doing?" My voice wavered, watching his beautiful blue eyes examining my face. He leaned forward slightly, causing my breath to catch. Was he going to kiss me?
But no, he wasn't going to kiss me. Instead, he leaned forward closer, before licking my face and then jumping away, giggling. "Your face, Dan! Hah! You looked so terrified!"

A smile spread across my face as I wiped away the saliva. How could I possibly think he was going to kiss me? Phil was too shy to do something like that in public, let alone now. It was nighttime, but in Manchester that didn't mean much. Alot of people stayed up late, shopping and so on. The street we were stood on was perticularly busy for a time like this.

"Come on." Phil grabbed my hand and steered me toward the shop he wanted to go to. The pressure of his hand around my own made my stomach feel like it was doing a backflip. My mind began to wander again.

What would Phil think if I told him how I truly felt about him? Would he accept it, but tell me that he didn't feel the same? Maybe he felt the same, although I highly doubted that. He'd probably move out of our shared apartment, and live with his parents again..

Only when Phil's hand slipped off my own, did I realise that I had been daydreaming again. I scanned around me, searching for Phil, but all I could see was a blur of unfamiliar faces pushing past me, causing me to stumble several times.

A large man walked past, and unable to get past without pushing, he shoved into my side, causing me to fall on my backside. My thoughts were a tangled mess of panic. Where was Phil? Who had pushed me? Where was I? Do the people even know I'm down here?

As if to answer my last question, a woman in stihouettes walked past, her heel landing right in the centre of my hand. My cry of pain was lost within the loud murmur of the crowd. Desperate to get out, and to find Phil, I grabbed what I thought was a random persons hand, and pulled.

But no, luck was not on my side today. Instead, I had grabbed a middle-aged mans trousers, and pulled them down to his knees.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry! I was trying to get up, and I though-" I was cut off by a sharp pain on the side of my face, which I quickly matched with the mans drawn-back fist. Scared and hurting, I managed to get to my feet, and pushed my way desperately through the crowd, searching for any sign of my pale, blue-eyed companion.

All of the people were just merged into one, blurred image, making it impossible to find Phil. I lifted my injured hand up to the injured side of my face. I had never been punched that hard before, and the stilhouette lady probably almost broke a bone in my hand, if she hadn't actually done so. The pain was killing me.

"Phil!" I cried desperately, before catching a glance of a tall, black-haired, pale-skinned person. Phil! I spun around, and before I even bothered to check that it was actually him, I leapt on the person.

But again, my carelessness cost me a punch in the face. Both sides of my face now in pain, and unable to use my left hand, I scanned the area again. The store! Maybe Phil hadn't realised he'd left me behind, and gone in there without me!

Filled with a new hope, I ran into the shop. I probably looked a state, my hair messy and ruffled, both my cheeks starting to swell, and my hand hanging limply in the air, but I didn't care, I needed to find Phil!

I started my search, scanning behind every clothing rail in the shop, and every room. But there was no Phil. I wandered out of the shop again, filled with disappointment. If I hadn't been wallowing in my own despair and been listening out for my friend, I would have heard someone calling my name.

"Dan! Dan!" Only when the shout got closer, did I notice it. A weak smile spreading across my face, I spun around, but not before I was tackled to the ground. Overjoyed, I laughed, forgetting all the pain.

"Dan! What happened to you? I let you out of my sights for two minutes, and you get in this state!" Phil laughed, but I could see he was concerned about me, which made me happy. Only then did I realise how stupid we probably looked. We were lying on the floor in a public place, Phil lying ontop of me...Did I care?

"Some fat guy pushed me over, and then this woman stamped on my hand," I lifted my hand to show him the injury. It looked alot worse than I thought it would, "and then I tried to get up, but I accidently pulled this guys trousers down and he punched me. Then I thought I saw you and, before checking it was actually you, I jumped on him, and he punched me too!"

I sat up, noticing there was a wall behind me. Phil was sitting on my lap now, laughing at my story. His face took on a slightly serious turn before he replied.
"I thought I'd lost you! Don't ever do that again, okay?" He pushed a stray hair back from my face again, leaning a little closer. "I'll never be able to let you out of my sight again, in case I lo-"

I couldn't contain myself. Phil's lips were so close, that I couldn't help but lean forward and connect mine with his. Shocked with myself, I pulled back, meeting his eyes.
"I-I'm sorr-" I stuttered, but Phil pressed a finger against my lips, and smile spread across his own.

"Don't be." He moved his finger away, and hooked both his arms around my neck, pulling me forward to meet his lips again. I couldn't believe this was happening. Was he just playing with my feelings, or did he really feel the same way? Or maybe it was neither, maybe he just wanted to do it to please me. Whatever the reason was, I didn't care anymore.

I was lost in a world of my own, consisting of only me and Phil, lips connected and hearts pounding. But this bubble was broken by the need of oxygen, and after what felt like an painfully short amount of time, Phil pulled back, breathing in deep breaths.
Our smiles turning into grins, we leant our foreheads against each other's, breathing quickly. I wish I could have frozen in that position, and lived in that perfect moment forever.

"Don't ever let me lose you again." Phil mumbled, kissing the tip of my nose. But as anyone who knew Phil well would know, he couldn't stay serious for long. Before I could reply, he stuck his tongue out and licked all the way up my face again, giggling. Laughing, I licked his face back, before replying;

"Never."