Us (Dan and Phil Phanfiction)

Chapter 11

I released Eloise from my arms as I yawned and stretched the next morning.

I rolled away from her and she rolled after me, giggling. "How long have you been awake?" I yawned again.

"A while, but I didn't want to wake you up." She said, sitting up properly. "Well, urm... I should probably go..." She announced awkwardly.

Once she left the room I leaned my forehead on the door, when I heard voices. "Stayed overnight then, did you? And I thought that I was the one you were interested in." I heard Phil say sharply.

"I'm not interested in Dan." Eloise whispered.

"Oh don't bullshit me. If staying overnight doesn't prove it, then nothing will." I heard the front door click open. "Eloise, why are you trying to come between me and Dan?" The door closed again.

"I'm not trying to come between you! I'm desperate for you two to get back together."

"But you like him, don't you?" Eloise hesitated for too long. Phil must have made some sort of nod or smile as a reaction - he always did in these situations.

"Okay, fine. Yes. I do like Dan. I like him a lot. That's why I wish we'd never met, because I know that you two are meant to be together. Phil, listen to me, I would prefer Dan to be happy and be with you, than for him to be with me just because you're being a dick. That's why I'm probably not going to visit again." The door flew open and slammed shut again.

I reacted quickly.

I grabbed my coat and shimmied my way out the window, and down the fire escape. I didn't know where Eloise's hotel was - I was hoping I could catch her up. 

I ran down the road, and saw her stop and wait for me as soon as she heard my footsteps. "Hey." I said casually, but completely out of breath.

"You need to stop eavesdropping, Dan." She snapped.

"You need to start being honest with me." Her left eyebrow rose up her forehead.

"I wasn't lying - you never asked." I tried my hardest to think of a time when I had, but she was right; of course.

I quickly changed the subject: "Can I hang out at your hotel room for a bit? You know, to get away from Phil and Adrian." I bit my lip nervously, hoping she would say yes.

She hesitated, and started to walk off. I took that as my "yes", so followed her. 

Her room was the first door on the bottom floor of the hotel. I didn't like rooms on the bottom floor, I always felt like the receptionists could hear you. 

We walked into her room and plonked ourselves on her bed. "So, what's your plan on getting Phil and I back together?" I asked.

"You think I have a plan!"

"You're Eloise, of course you have a plan." She laughed.

"You've known me for three days and you've already got my summed up, right?" 

"Exactly." I grinned at her.

She pulled out a little pink notepad from the bedside table. My eyes widened in amazement. "You have a whole book for it?" I asked her, astonished. She giggled and picked up her glasses. She awkwardly slid them onto her nose, and kept her eyes locked with mine, self consciously.

She flipped it open and started reading to me. Her voice was steady and clear, but I wasn't really listening. I wasn't really interested. I don't know why I asked her. My head was so confused with Phil and Adrian, that I was just going with my instinct, rather than over thinking things.

I put my hand on her notebook and pushed it away from her. Our eyes met. I started to lean in, when she brought the book back up to her face, and started reading again. Her voice was quivering now. I repeated the process. She squeezed her eyes shut and directed her head downwards. "What are you afraid of?" I whispered.

"You. Phil. You are meant to be together. You've read the fanfiction." She climbed of the bed gracefully, and turned away from me, towards the wall. Half my mouth rose up my cheek and I smirked.

"Fanfiction doesn't make any difference." I slowly walked up to her and spun her round. My hand followed her cheek bone and pushed back her hair. 

"Dan. I can't. I can't."

"Why not? I obviously don't want Phil and he doesn't want me." I leaned in again and she backed away. Even her breaths were shaking now. I didn't want to scare her. 

"You do want Phil. He does want you. As soon as he has stopped being an asshole, you'll go runninf back to him, and I don't want to get hurt that way. I'd rather there be no chance of us, than you being with me for a week, and then breaking my heart. I don't want to hate you." She shook her head at me. I raced in and caught her lips before she could back away. Despite what she said, she kissed me back. I started lifting up her top, and she backed away again. I was becoming a bit impatient. I had never felt this way before. Kind of irritated by her innocence. "I don't look good without clothes on. Clothes hide all the stretch marks, all my old self harm scars. They hide the fact that I haven't shaved my legs for a few days." I let go of the bottom of her top, which I still had gripped in my hands, and pulled off mine. 

I was pale. I wasn't thin. My stretch marks had started to fade, but you could still see them. My self harm scars were nearly gone too. But she got the point.

She walked up to me and kissed me again. Beautiful and slow.

When we parted, there were tears in her eyes and she almost ran out the room.