Dan and Phil imagines

How everything's changed -part 1

Even though I am unable to write at the moment, I decided I should post something, so here is the imagine that won me the position of co-writer! I hope you guys enjoy :3

~Mari
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The noise from the party raging downstairs seeped into your quiet space. You palmed your blue and red bouncy ball as you lay on your bed facing the wall. You threw it in the air a few times to watch the colors blur together before bouncing it off the wall above your headboard.

It was ten o'clock at night on a Thursday, and the party was just getting started. Your parents said that having people over tonight was unavoidable. You were leaving for London in a few days, and people wanted to say good-bye. Any other seventeen year old would probably be excited about sneaking a drink or having an excuse to buy a new dress, but not you. You weren't much of a party person. Or a people person.

With your stuff already packed up and the TVs unhooked, you were beyond bored. Still, there was no way you were going downstairs. You'd disappeared to your room as soon as the caterers arrived. Since then, you'd found the end of the internet. Apparently there were only so many gifs a girl could enjoy.

It'd been a bad idea to pack everything but your essentials so early. Twenty-three small boxes were stacked against the side of your room. Most of them were filled with books. The only stuff that you'd left unpacked would fit into a small duffel bag and your backpack. But a bouncy ball was better than nothing, and much better than braving the crowd downstairs.

You threw it to the beat of the music and counted down the seconds. Those would turn into minutes, and then into hours, and then eventually back into quiet so you could go to sleep. You were really looking forward to a fresh start. The sooner you could go to sleep, the sooner it'd be tomorrow.

A knock came from your door. "Bathroom's downstairs," you yelled.

You held your breath as your listened, hoping they heard you.

The knob turned. Crap. You should've locked it. You hopped off your bed.

"Hey-"

"Whatcha doin', (Y/N)?" Your older brother, Zach, swung open the door.

You sat back down on the bed. He knew exactly what you were doing.

"What do you want?"

He leaned against the doorframe. He was well over half a foot taller than you, but that didn't mean much to your five feet and almost nothing inches.

"Dad wants you to come downstairs, even if it's just for a minute. People are asking about you."

You made a face. "I'd rather not. Cover for me?"

He attempted to stifle a laugh, but it ended up sounding like a weird cough

"What if I accidentally touch someone and get a vision? That, big brother, is not worth it. Even if I was willing to risk having a million other random visions, which I'm not."

He rolled his eyes at you and stepped into your room.

"Hey!" you jumped off the bed. "Don't come in here. This is a clean zone."

He knew you weren't referring to the fact that you were a neat-freak, but that everything in the room was new. Touched by a minimal amount of people. It was your only defense. A quick brush of skin-against-skin, or even skin-against-other-person's-property, was sometimes enough to give you an in-depth view into their mind. As much as that might sound like fun, it was usually more icky than cool.