chapter 10: over it
an; oH AND um so everytime in this fanfic when i wrote currency and stuff, I wrote euros soRRY:( imagine euros as pounds from now on, kay? thanks ily aaaND CAUTION; THIS CHAPTER IS LIKE SHBJXSBUDCBDC THERE IS SO MANY THINGS GOING ON AND I JUST CANT SO YA
ELLIE
"Eleanor!" Pj pulled me into a big hug, grinning. "Hey Phil!"
"Hey!" Phil smiled and followed us inside.
"I just got back from the project earlier- oh, uh, Eleanor! I kind of have to talk to you," I bit my lip, smiling weakly. I have to talk to him too. From the moment I started dating him, I felt guilty. I was pretty much using him to get over my silly crush on Phil. I liked him; I really did, but in a friend- ish way. I've been meaning to tell him this for a few days now, but I think I have to tell him now, I can't do this to him. "Phil...you don't mind?" He shook his head, grinning. I follow Pj into his room quietly. "So...Eleanor,"
"Uh...yeah?"
"Okay, so I'm gonna say something, but please don't interrupt me, I need to get this out." I nod nervously, chewing on my bottom lip. "I think we need to break up. And I know that this is the most cliche things ever, but it's not you, it's me. I dated you for about a week, but all I can think about is...Sophie. I feel horrible every day because I don't want to use you. I really, really like you, but as a friend. I don't know how you feel about this but I'm so, so sorry. God, I hate myself for doing this to you and- and I don't even know...anymore, I just can't do this to you; or anyone. I'm...so, so so, sorry."
I stared at him for about a minute. "P- pj, I..."
"I know, I know. I messed up and-"
"Pj, I messed up too. I used you to get over my other feelings but It can't work."
"What?"
I lowered my voice. "I...l- like Phil." My eyes stung as I looked to the floor, ashamed.
"Eleanor, p- please...don't cry," (an; CRAFT) Pj grabbed my arm and pulled me into a warm hug. "We both messed up, it's fine, trust me."
"Pj-"
"It's okay. Okay?"
"O- okay,"
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"Eleanor?" Somehow, the softest, quietest voice woke me up this morning. "Ellie? A- are you awake?"
"Just about," I answer weakly, though I wasn't sure if he heard me since my head was in a pillow.
"Can you open the door- for today...please?" I have been camping in my room for about a week now. (Excluding the day when I had to go to the doctors so I could get out of the bloody wheelchair) I just felt...emotional about the break-up. Though it was broken off as friends, it just...hit me, I guess. I don't like break-ups, in any way, so when I came home that evening with Phil, I ran straight to my room. I feel bad about it now because I didn't tell him anything that happened at Pj's; or anyone, really. I just think that separating myself from everyone helps keep my emotions to myself. "Please?"
When I didn't answer, I heard a sigh. "T- then at least take a shower,"
"Why?" I groan, not wanting to get out of bed.
"I want to go shopping; since Playlist is nearing," (an; i knOw that playlist should be like 1000 months away in this time zone thingy idk but forgive me for being a complete fail at writing)
"With...me?"
"Why not?" His voice gets quieter. "C'mon, please? If you're not gonna do it for...your brother or Lia, can you do it for- me?"
I groan again, louder this time. "I hate you," I peel the sheets away and slowly open the door.
His large arms quickly engulf me in a warm, sweet hug. "I've missed you,"
"Phil- I saw you last week when we went to the doctors."
"But you didn't talk to any of us," I almost feel his frown through my pajamas. "You had no idea how upset I was,"
"Phiiiiiiiiiil..." I whine, pulling away.
"It's true!" shaking my head, I step close to him and bop his nose.
"Shut up- now, go away because I'm gonna take a freaking shower."
"Be fast!" He winks as he leaves the room in a rush.
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"Hey Ellie," Dan waves as he opens the front door. Dan Howell; a guy who only says 'hey' when he sees his sister whom he hasn't seen for a while. "Where's Phil?"
"Out...-side," I say quietly, following Dan out.
Walking through the streets of London seemed different from before. The pale blue skies stood out more than usual due to the quiet roads and calm wind. Looking around, people were walking peacefully, enjoying the day. Dan walks more to the left, making it seem like he was the third wheel. Phil, obviously noticing this, laces our hands together and swings them back and forth. "Um- hello?" All three of us turn around to find a teenager blushing at Dan.
"Oh- uh...hi!" Dan waves at the fan, smiling.
"Can I have a picture please?" She holds her phone up, the bright pink color of her case glittering in the sunlight. I barf on the inside.
"S- sure, of course." Dan shuffles over to her side, awkwardly motioning for Phil to come over.
"Oh- uh- I just want a picture with you," Dan's eyes widen as she smiles at the camera and takes the picture.
"Phil-" I frown at the fan, resting my head on his shoulder and squeezing his hand in comfort.
"Thanks so much," The foreign teen walks away and leaves us to stare in awkward silence.
Dan starts to turn around and pace away, shaking his head. "D- dan?" I quietly ask. He doesn't answer as he continues to wale in the opposite direction. I let go of Phil's hand and chase him. Once I'm close enough I grab his wrist.
"What?" He ignores me and shakes his wrist away, but my grip is too tight. "That fan ignored Phil; as if he wasn't there. Phil is the reason I have fans and if people won't want to have a picture with him, I don't either." He faces my direction and I see his eyes are red. "I just- ugh, Phil is probably feeling like shit."
"Dan- Dan!" I force him to look at me. "Phil is happy as long as you're happy, okay? Phil doesn't care about that fan; he doesn't care that some people may not want to have a picture with him. He's over it, and now you should be too."
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oHMYGOD HI lol im so happy cause i have two sisters now:) hEY RheaTomlinson
