Adopted by Dan and Phil ((completed))

6. New Home, New Life

   I'm here. I'm actually in the first home I've had in six months. I take a deep breath, and swing my bag over my right shoulder, and grab my suitcase. I follow Dan and Phil up the stairs that I have seen so many times in vlogs; Dan takes a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, and I step in.

    The flat is surprisingly bigger than it looked on camera, and the rooms are evenly spaced out. The door to Phil's room is ajar, and I see the blue and green bedspread, with his laptop perched on top.
"Okay, this is your room, Amy," Dan says, and I follow him into the room right to the left of his. "We used it as a guest room, for when YouTubers came round, but now it's yours!"
    The room is painted a clean crisp white, and there is a double bed with grey sheets. A tall white wardrobe and a chest of drawers of the same colour accompany it, and there is also a pale blue desk in the corner, which I instantly fall in love with its vintage style. If we were allowed to pick our furniture at the orphanage, I would have picked something like that.

   "Do you want anything to eat?" Phil asks, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I shake my head. "Okay, we'll let you get unpacked and settle in. Knock if you need anything, we'll be editing our videos." They both leave the room, and leave me standing awkwardly. I start to unpack my clothes, neatly folding them into the drawers, and tack up a Fall Out Boy poster above my bed. It doesn't seem right to put up a Phan poster.
    Dan has left the electric piano in the corner. I set it up next to the desk- luckily there is a plug socket behind it that I can use. I turn on the piano and do some warm ups. I can play a few songs, but I know one best, and I start to play, losing myself in the music. It's the first time I've played it since my parents died, and I start sub-consciously singing along.

"Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home"

I finish the song and end it with a A Major chord. "Wow," I hear a voice say. I spin round, gasping in embarrassment, and I see Dan and Phil, standing in the doorway. They were listening. My neck turns red and Dan can tell.
"You have a great voice" Phil says.
"Now we know you can speak," Dan exclaims. I take a deep breath.
"I didn't know I could, until just now," I say. "I- I guess the fact of being in a proper home, just, I don't know, coaxed my anxiety away. For now. For now, I guess I can talk around you.
"Thank you for opening up, Amy," Dan says, chocolate eyes glistening with tears. I smile, and we stand there in a comfortable silence.