Adopted By Dan and Phil!

Chapter 1: The adoption!

*********Hey guys!! Before we start, I just a wanted to say hey. I'm Brooklyn, and I have wrote fanfic before, but I have never written about Dan and Phil so I hope you like it!!************

Clair's POV:

Hey! My names Clair Jefferson. My dad died when I was three, and I never met my ancestors because they basically live at the other side of the world. So I was living with my mom till I was 10. Then, she got into a car crash. I was devastated. The doctors said she has a chance of surviving, but it was a slim chance. Anyway, she did die. I literally balled my eyes out for days pretty much. Then (since I had no one else) I had to get adopted...
Yep. I was as terrified as hell.
What would happen?
What if my parents didn't like me?
What if they were mean?
Questions kept flowing through my head like a river. Then, the day came. A social worker came into my room.
"Hi, Clair." She said.
"Hey..." 
"We have someone that would like to adopt you."
My heart was pounding.
I could barely talk but I got these works out. "W- who?"
"There names are Dan Howell an Phil Lester." She said smiling.
"Two guys?" I asked. What would I do if I had to dads? Would I be able to make friends?
"There not together. They are best friends and they are interested in adopting and they don't think their ready for a baby so they chose you."
I was relived.
"O- okay. Where are they?" I stumbled my words.
"I'm driving you to their house. Please get packed. We're leaving in the working 10:00.
"Alright." I sighed. She smiled an left the room.
I spent the next half and hour packing all my stuff. I was some what excited now. But still so terrified I couldn't breathe. At 10:30 I went to sleep.
I woke up in the working from my door opening. It was my social worker. I smiled and got out of bed.
"I'll get ready then we can go." I said.
"Sounds good." She closed the door.
I spent like 10 minutes trying to figure out what to wear. What do I wear?
Classy?
Casual?
Fancy?
I decided I would go with casual but some what fancy. I wore one of my favourite shirts. It's grey with black sleeves. It says Rock on! On it, in kinda sparkly lettering. I wore black skinny jeans and white converses. Okay, not that fancy. Whatever. I brushed hair and put it into a high bun. I grabbed my stuff and headed to find my social worker. When I did, I smiled and said "I'm ready."
We got in her car. It was about a half and hour long drive to London where they lived. I had been to London before, with my mom. But never this part of London. It was so cool.
We arrived at their apartment and I sighed. My social worker opened her door.
"Wait." I said, and she closed her door.
"I just need a minute."
"Yeah, of corse."
About thirty seconds later we both got up and she pressed the buzzer to their apartment. The door unlocked and she opened the door. Once we got up to the door, all the feelings of nervousness and sacredness started coming back. I felt like I had a tear in my eye, so I quickly rubbed it away. My social worker held out her hand telling me to knock on the door.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
I quickly stepped back. A young man opened the door. Dark brown emo hair, and brown eyes. This is my new dad. Wow.
"Hi!" He said and shook my social workers hand. Then looked at me.
"Hi, Clair!! I'm Dan." He shook my hand. I smiled.
"Hi."
"Come in!" I rolled my suit case and carried my back pack in. He showed us to the couch and we sat down.
"PHIL!!" Dan yelled.
"Yeah?!" A voice yelled back.
"Their here!"
"Oh!"
A few seconds after a man with black emo hair came in. He kind of looked like Dan. When we saw me a huge smile crossed his face.
"Hi!! I'm Phil. You must be Clair!"
"Yeah I am, hey Phil." I said smiling. Uh oh, was I not supposed to call him Phil? He kind of glanced at Dan then back at me. Then, said "hi nice to meet you" to my social worker.