A/N This was written on my phone, so excuse me if I don't make ANY sense at all. This is my first ever phanfiction so a review would be great.
Phan isn't mine, they are people.
YouTube: Hide and Seek
"So, everyone know the rules of the game?" PJ asked, looking around at our faces, assuring us that no one was going to find a way around the rules and run away with the game in favour of bettering our own chances.
"Just run away and I will count to a hundred, I will find you." said Chris mockingly to Pj, flicking a smile around to the rest of us. It was a devilish smile that made me falter slightly, like he was planning something. Something I didn't know if I wanted to be a part of, something that is very much like Chris, evil in his way.
I know it is really childish, but I can't help it. I mean, what else can the fantastic foursome do on a sleepover, seeing as we all vowed never to play twister again? Hide and seek in the dark was the only other option we all agreed on. I looked over to Phil, Seeing him smiling at me, planning where to go and hide within his mind, I see the images flicker over his eyes, settling finally. I knew he would have an idea, this being our apartment and the fact that he has an uncanny ability to hide from me; the twinkle in his blue eyes confirms my feelings.
"Ready?" PJ asked, looking at Phil, who still remained silent, running his hands through his dark hair in a self reassuring way. Phil flicked his glance over, chuckling in a very certain way.
"Yep." He said confidently, smiling in his childish manner, the kind of smile that falls to the side. I feel myself skip a beat as I find my eyes tracing over the soft pink of his lips, the perfection that looks as though it was carved by god himself.
"Well run then." PJ said, looking at us in turn before he placed his hand on the light switch, flicking it into darkness. Shit, Dan, Pay attention.
The scurry of motion around me is fast and quiet, I have to snap my brain into the realization, run, or PJ will get you. Dan, the game has started, That's right, Dan, Hello, Run! I mentally kick myself for being so caught up in my brain, usually I am the happy life of the party, but I just get so distracted by those lips…
God Dan, Just Run!
I feel everything start moving around me, as my feet try to run as quietly as possible. I make for the bedroom, my bedroom, knowing that the likelihood of PJ looking through my cupboards is very small. My feet reach the carpet, as I swing the door open silently, treading he first few careful steps into the dark room.
I feel an ominous presence within the room as I open the door; the feeling of someone's breathing within the room is unmistakable.
"Go away" the voice hissed. Chris, hiding in my bedroom, so typical.
"Just because you want to be in bed with PJ," I said sassily back to him.
The gently chuckle came from Chris, he placed a firm hand against my back, I could feel just how close he was to me. I don't know why I noticed his touch, but I did.
"You don't want to be in here when he finds me" he hurriedly whispered, patting me on the back before beginning to shove me out of the door.
I know my hideout in my room is now foiled by Chris and his idea of hiding in there, so I place my feet onto the carpet again and let them lead me towards the kitchen.
I go into hyperactive ninja mode as I enter the room. The feeling of someone breathing within here is also particularly notable; I slink back into the cupboards, as I hear the doors of another close within the room. The clicking of wood upon wood is unmistakeable; Phil is obviously hiding within the room, lurking in the shadows of the cupboards, slinking back within the room as to make sure I am not going to find him.
My legs carry me out of the room. Shit, Dan? What the hell are you going to do now? I snap my head around within the corridor, searching for any signs of PJ emerging to find me. I file through my brain as to good places to hide in the dark, the cupboard by the door comes into mind, and I run to it. I make extra attempt to be silent on my voyage there, sliding to a stop before the large door.
I place my hand on the door handle, swinging it silently open as I glance nervously over my shoulder towards the lounge. No one is coming for me, they aren't here yet. I step into the cupboard, feeling the wooden floor under my toes. This is the cupboard where Phil and I keep all of our manly equipment, like saws and hammers and crowbars.
You know when you have an inkling, a suspicion, a sixth sense. The feeling of warmth over powers me within the cupboard; it feels as though something is emitting warmth from within the walls, warming it in a strange way that is quite comfortable, non threatening.
I shuffle back into the cupboard, hoping to be out of sight if someone tried to open the door. The feeling of warmth and breathing start to overcome me within the small walls, like someone is standing here with me.
"Chris?!"yells the voice of PJ, coming from the room next door.
"Yes?" comes the very sexual voice of Chris,
"What the fuck are you doing?" comes PJ's nervous voice again, growing with worry upon the articulation of each word.
"Waiting for you" comes the reply, sounding quite happy with himself.
"Why?" comes the confused voice of PJ, inquiring towards Chris, sounding as though he was growing closer to him.
"Because I love you." whispered Chris' voice, barely audible through the walls of the cupboard laced with sarcasm.
"I know" came PJ's voice, sounding mocking before being slightly cut off by silence. I think I know what they are doing now, it was inevitable, something that was always meant I happen, we are the Awesome Foursome I guess.
A loud and unmistakeable moan erupted from the room adjacent, ringing in my ears as clear as day.
The sound of sexual tension being released was soon followed by a short chuckle, emitted most probably from Chris who seems to enjoy that sort of thing.
"Maybe we should get out of Dan's bed?" asked a slightly elated PJ, chuckling to himself.
Get.
Out.
Of.
My.
Bed?!
I made a flurry of movement towards the door, my brain exploding in the ideas of what the hell they are doing in my bed! My hand finds the handle of the door and I grasp it firmly. A hand stops me from flinging myself out the door, it grasps me around he waist and clings to me firmly, stopping all motion I try to make out of the cupboard. The hand is warm, yet it's presence is slightly worrying.
Wait!
Pj and Chis are in the bedroom, Phil is in the kitchen, who the HELL is in this cupboard!
I try to throw myself against the door of the cupboard, hoping that the arm around my waist will release me. It is no use, the muscular arm restricts me further, I let out the beginning of a cry for help. Who the hell is in this cupboard! A feeling of panic is starting to waft over my mind, clouding all of my thoughts and stopping the logical ideas of what is actually going on.
Scream. Dan, that is what you are meant to do.
"Arghh!" my screaming is cut off by a hand snapping around my face, stopping me from being able to yell. The hand is tight, removing mobility from the rest of my body as well as the ability to create sound. It holds me in its firm way, I feel my body go momentarily rigid, what if it tries to hurt me?
Struggle, Dan, they are going to suffocate you!
I struggle against the binding arms, my limbs flailing around the cupboard, knocking hard against the wooden walls.
A hot breathe comes over the side of my face, the person behind me is leaning over me, face beside my ear, hands still gripped around my torso. I feel my body calm slightly, the smell of the man who is here is familiar.
"Don't be so loud Dan" comes a males voice from beside me, his hot breath echoing down the back of my neck. He talks these words in an idly calm manner, like he is reassuring me, not holding me in a cupboard to rape and murder me while my friends drink tea at the table.
I stop my struggle, letting my body go into a slightly submissive mode, hoping the tight arms will let me be.
The hand around my waist lessens; the breathing upon my neck stays the same. The arm pulls me closer in a gentle way, before beginning to trace circles onto my chest with his fingers, it makes me tingle.
The hand that restrained my mouth removes itself, sliding down my neck and joining the hand around my waist.
I pull my head around to face the person who is still tracing circles on my stomach, unsure of who would be hiding in the cupboard of my house and why they are being just so delicate now.
"Phil?" I question, slightly shocked at the cheeky smile he has painted upon his face, he looks particularly please with himself.
"Yes." he says, slightly breathlessly, fluttering his lashes towards me.
The wave of relief feels wondrous, knowing I am not about to be assaulted.
"You scared me," I mutter, looking back to him again before twisting my body to face him, snuggling closer into his chest, letting out a sigh of relief.
He chuckles lightly, looking down to me, "I couldn't have you making to much noise now, could I?" he says, smiling at me in his own special way.
I shake my head gently before I am stopped by his gently lips.
They taste like raspberry dreams, they are as soft as kittens (not that I have eaten kittens) and they are as gentle as I could ever hope. The mould with him, enjoying the moment feeling highly elated over what is happening.
Phil pulls away after a moment, taking in a small gasp of air, before returning his full attention back to me. He looks at me in a strange manner as though pondering a particularly confusing thought.
"How did I scare you Dan, I am the only other one in this apartment" he says, bring a hand up off my waist to stroke the side of my cheek.
"I heard someone in the kitchen before I came here," I mutter, not really thinking it over before it hits me.
I see Phil's eyes widen as he looks to me, someone else could actually be in the apartment.
"Maybe we should..." he suggests, I know why he means, time to become ninja investigators.
We push out of the cupboard, falling out onto the floor again. We fall straight into he gaze of PJ and Chris, both of whom look wide eyed and concerned.
"We weren't sure of we should have knocked or..." PJ says, trailing off instead of finishing his sentence.
"Were you having more fun than us?" asks Chris looking at Phil and I while winking at us.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of a cupboard door rattling writhing the kitchen draws all of our heads towards the direction of the sound.
"So there is someone in the kitchen..." I say trailing off in my suspicious tone. I feel the others eyes upon me again.
"Why didn't you tell us?" asks PJ, his voice rising with concern as he spits out his words in a rushed whisper.
I think to myself for a moment, "Didn't really occur to me, thought it was Phil." I say earnestly, running my hand over my hair to fix my fringe.
"What if it's an insane fan girl?" says Chris, looking at me with a sparkle in his eye like it would be the most entertaining thing ever.
"Or Manesh..." adds Phil, looking to me, my eyes widen and I give a small nervous laugh. My Internet stalker is totally in my kitchen.
Oh hell.
What if it is him?
He'll probably just be wearing a trench coat and nothing else.
I lean past Phil and into the cupboard, looking at our array of manly objects.
I select a crowbar, knowing it will be quite helpful at removing dating app stalked from cupboards in my kitchen.
An unspoken agreement comes over us, each reaching in and grabbing an item from the cupboard. PJ takes a baseball-bat, Chris takes a saw and Phil picks up a lonely hammer and looks to me nervously.
"Here we go?" he says nervously, looking as though I have suddenly filled his bed with bees.
We all slink towards the kitchen, moving in single file like a team on a mission. I go through he door first, closely followed by the others who are begging to look nervous, all but Chris who looks like he is pretending to be Hitler or something.
We reach the cupboard doors, the room filled with a heavy silence. We wait, just listening for a sign of life that will come from the room.
Creak.
The cupboard doors tap against the hinges.
I make a move, pulling the cupboard doors open in an attempt at bravery, watching as a cascade of bodies fall out of it.
The people who are now on the floor jump to their feet, a mixture of brown and blond hair, they are no Manesh.
The sickening thud and sincere whimper that emit from PJ are unmistakable. PJ just hit one of he men over the head with his baseball bat. The man slides to the ground, spinning as he goes.
"What the hell did you do that for?" ask a very familiar voice of a man I know.
Alex Day.
I am lost for words, PJ is in a shaking mess, and the other two seem to be lost for words.
The second man begins peeling himself off the floor, blood gushing out of his nose as he pulls up to a standing position, swaying slightly.
"I'm ok," comes a familiar mumble from the second man.
Charlie McDonnell.
"What The HELL are you doing in our kitchen?" I say, completely bewildered by how these to people got in here.
Alex looks to me, but before he is able to form a reasonable answer, Chris asks a question, "What were you doing in the cupboard?"
This question causes Alex to smile gently, winking to Charlie as he does. "We like playing hide and seek." he says, Charlie swaying beside him, hand held over his bloody face.
"How did you get in here?" I ask, repeating my earlier question, looking towards them.
Alex looks to me again.
"With the key." he says earnestly, smile at me as though he is actually an invited guest.
I give him a small scolding glare back; he just smiles in his own usual way.
He digs a hand into his pocket and pulls out a single key to our apartment, placing it in my palm.
"Thanks..." I mumble, feeling a mixture of confusion and betrayal as I think of how they acquired it.
"You really should play hide and seek one time, it is great fun." he says, still in his bubble but slightly arrogant manner.
"Sure it is," I say as I begging to push him towards the door. He obliges and the others follow behind us.
I manage to get them out the door with very little extra help.
"Maybe you should tell us next time you come over?" Phil suggests to Alex as they stand outside our apartment.
I nod and begin to close the door.
"Bye guys!" Alex calls out in his usual chirpy manner.
Charlie puts a foot in the door before I manage to close it.
"PJ," he mumbles through the blood pouring over his face. PJ looks at him in a concerned manner, as though waiting to be scolded for hitting him over the head with a baseball bat. Really I was expecting Charlie to say that he isn't mad at PJ, he is very rarely ever angry about anything.
Charlie doesn't speak any further; he just puts an excessively bloody hand into his pocket, pulling out another small key, it looks exactly like the key to PJ's apartment.
Charlie sticks his arm through the door an places it in PJ's palm, stepping back out of the doorway.
PJ looks up in a way that is pure horror, his gaze shifts from Charlie to Alex.
Alex gives a small reassuring smile.
"You have great stamina." he says bluntly, aiming his comment at both Chris and PJ, who look beyond horrified.
Alex simply gives a wink to us, before closing the door and leaving he four of us standing there in silence.
"I think I'm going to get the locks changed." mutters Phil, looking nervous.
"I might get myself one of these." says PJ, indicating to the baseball bat.
Chris smiles and says what is exactly passing trough my head.
"I want to play hide and seek more often."
Ha, Done.
First ever Phanfiction is officially over.
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