I'm pretty sure this is the least creative idea ever and everyone has used it bla bla bla, I'm just out of creativity :3

I haven't written a one shot in a while so this is from my drafts (so it might be bad)!

Can I just say that I have a surprise which I will announce on January 30th ;)

"Phil?" Dan called, his voice echoing throughout the silent house. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and putting his laptop aside. Phil obviously had gone out sometime during Dan's internet session which meant he was alone. And bored. He pulled out his phone and clicked into Phil's contact.

He saw that he had no new messages and chucked it onto the sofa in frustration. He mumbled some profanities and wandered into the kitchen, craving some food. He opened the fridge, just to be greeted by empty shelves. GREAT.

JUST GREAT.

He groaned again but his groan was interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket.

"Dan," Phil muttered once Dan had picked up. "We were out of food so I went to the shops to get some."

"Your point is?" Dan chuckled, not really getting why Phil called to tell him this.

"That's not why I called, you spoon. What do you want Oreos or cookies?"

"That's a question to ask me."

"Hence why I asked you."

"Oreos."

"Thanks, I'll be home in 15. Love you."

"Love you too." Dan hung up and the silence dawned on him again. He sighed as the intense boredom slowly wore him away like metal would rust in water. He heard the slight patter of rain outside his window but shrugged it off, as rain was common in England.

Nothing new.

He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and poured himself some water. Drinking it, he stumbled back to the living room and to his laptop. Suddenly a loud roar shook the room and he yelped, almost dropping the glass. "It's only thunder." He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and beginning to believe he was safe.

BANG!

No, scratch that. He wasn't safe. He put everything down and sprinted upstairs, locking himself inside his room.

BANG!

He squeezed his hands into fists until they went white with frustration. He released them and frantically looked around the room for his headphones. He needed to block the sound-

BANG!

He rushed into Phil's room and took his from on top of his bed. Phil would probably kill him but he had worse things to worry about- like the storm outside. He plugged them into his phone and started playing his Muse at full volume.

Bang...

It was slightly quieter now and the sound of the music was good for calming him down. He pulled the cover over his head and closed his eyes, losing himself in the band's music.
Soon enough, he fell asleep to the guitar solo of The Handler.

-

Meanwhile, Phil had just finished his shopping. He knew there was a storm but that didn't really effect him much since he had learnt to love the rain. He walked to his car, enjoying the soft rain against his skin. He put the bags in the back and sat in the front seat. Secretly, he had this thought telling him just how dangerous it was to drive in a storm but he was eager to get home to Dan.

He survived the journey.

"Dan?!" He called out, shutting the door and placing his keys down on the nearest table. "Dan?" He wandered upstairs, worry nagging at him. He opened Dan's door to see a smallish lump under the covers. He pulled the cover off the sleeping boy and smiled. "Aw." He whispered, noticing he was asleep with headphones on. Imagine how uncomfortable that would be.

"Phil..?" He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He took off his headphones, pausing the music and looking at Phil expectantly.

"I'm back." Phil laughed, hearing the distant roar of thunder from outside. Dan stiffened but smiled anyway.
"I missed you."

"I missed you too." There was another bang and Phil was starting to notice his roommate's discomfort at the loud noise. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Dan replied even though it was obvious he was lying.

"No you're not, what's up?"

"Other than the sky, not much."

"Stop being a reluctant dofus and tell me what's wrong." Another roar and Dan was practically whimpering. "It's the storm isn't it?" Dan nodded, not daring to look Phil in the eye. "It's okay, do you want to watch television and cuddle to distract yourself?"

"I love you so much..." Dan softly smiled as Phil got up and turned on Dan's TV. He sat back down, reruns of Death Note filling the room.

"I love you too." Phil put his arm around the smaller boy, sending small electrified surges through his body.

BANG!

Dan could feel tears welling up in his eyes and Phil wiped them away, frowning. "I'll protect you." After another bang, the lights went out, leaving them in complete darkness. Phil could just hear Dan's sobs and that broke his heart.

"I'm scared..."

"It will be okay, just try and sleep." Dan leant his head on Phil's chest, closing his eyes and focusing on the steady beat of Phil's heart. They fell asleep like that, the storm nothing but a distant memory.