Tourgether

Australia Branch

We had just finished recording Phil’s video about ‘would we survive Australia’. I’d be just fine after the plane trip, but the boys were literally going to die. I think I had a bit too much fun laughing at Dan and Phil while I wore adorable koala ears. I began packing soon after. I’m actually usually one of those people who is so organised and punctual that I’m packed like three days in advance, but this time I had put it off until the night before.

After I was done I went to the kitchen to grab a snack. Ribena and popcorn. Then I wandered into the lounge to find Dan still browsing. I checked the clock. 10 pm. “Dan? Are you packed?” I asked. As I plopped down beside him. “I can do it in the morning,” Dan said. I cocked an eyebrow, but shrugged. If anyone can pull off getting ready so late it’s Dan. “So what are you up to?” I asked as I scooched up next to him to see his screen. Tumblr, of course. “Just browsing through Tumblr,” Dan said as he scrolled down. We giggled at all the strange fan art. Before we knew it it was 3 am. “Are you two still up?” Phil asked walking in in his pajamas and glasses, his hair all messed up. “I think Eliza is only about thirty percent awake,” Dan said. “Ungh,” I groaned digging my face into Dan’s shoulder. Someone closed Dan’s laptop, but I couldn’t see who, probably Phil. Then Dan got up, and me, being incredibly lazy, just dropped down to where he had been sitting on the couch. “Mm, no,” I complained as one of the boys picked me up bridal style, probably Dan. “Where do you want to sleep tonight?” Dan asked, yup, Dan was the one holding me. “In my bed!” Phil exclaimed. I giggled and nodded my head, “Sure, why not?” Dan then carried me to Phil’s room and literally just dropped me on the bed. Phil layed down next to me and pulled me to his side. “Goodnight, Loves,” Dan said, kissing my forehead and then Phil’s. “Hey, don’t go browsing again. Go to bed,” I said as Dan left. “How does she know?” Dan whisper-yelled dramatically. Phil chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into the crook of his arm and drifted to sleep.

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The next morning I rechecked that I had everything I needed packed before I went downstairs for what was probably closer to lunch than breakfast. I still had my cereal, which was suspiciously lighter than it was yesterday, because it just felt too early for anything else. I then spent the rest of the day just browsing the internet until about half an hour before we had to go. Then I checked on the boys. Phil, like myself, had packed the night before and was ready to go. Dan was filming an internet support group and still wasn’t packed. That would have been fine had he stopped and began packing, not been recording for another hour after that. By the time it was twenty minutes after we were supposed to go I literally was laying on the floor trying really hard not to have a panic attack. Another twenty minutes later and Dan yelps from inside the bathroom. Of course I was worried about him, however there was a tiny part of my brain, the ocd control freak side, that wanted to point out that he had whatever it was coming. I squashed that part and hurried to the bathroom. “Are you okay?” I asked from outside the locked door. “I’m fine, everything’s fine,” Dan reassured. He wasn’t fine. Turned out he’d sprayed himself in the eye with anti perspirant deodorant. Which, of course, he waited until we were sitting at the gate after sprinting through the airport to tell us. Phil freaked the hell out and thought we should just cancel the whole trip to take Dan to the hospital. I, being a bit more rational, just suggested we call that hotline you use when you have a not life threatening issue. Of course, that turned out not to be helpful since they said it would either be totally fine or you should go to the hospital immediately. So instead Dan went to the pharmacy and came back with every eye care product imaginable. I guess that shit worked because by the time he was settled on the plane he began feeling better. I let Dan be the one to sit next to Phil. Sure I’d be terrified by myself, as no one had bought the seat next to me, for twenty three hours, but after that ordeal, I didn’t want Dan to be stuck sitting alone. About halfway through the flight, however, he insisted he was fine and we switched seats. I think he was just getting annoyed with Phil constantly barraging him with questions and trying to keep them both entertained.