How Did We Get This Far? (Dan and Phil Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

Lizzie's POV

I stood in the doorway in my sixth form uniform. I looked a complete mess, and sitting in my kitchen, was Phil Lester.

He stood up and held out a hand, Mum shook it, if, a little reluctantly. "You must be Phil..." She said, awkwardly.

"Yes, sorry for springing up on you like this, I just couldn't wait any longer." He replied.

"Oh no, it's fine..." it clearly wasn't, from the way Mum had said it. "This is my daughter, Lizzie. Liz, could you take Phil to the spare bedroom, please." I nodded and walked straight past him. I could hear him following me, obediently.

When we got up to the top of the staircase he spoke to me. "Lizzie. That's a pretty name. How old are you?"

"Thanks, Urm.. I'm 17." he nodded and I could hear him thinking "a 10 year difference" because I was thinking the same. "Here's your room. The bathroom is just down the hall and my room is next door." He nodded and popped his bag onto the bed. 

"So, what are your favourite things to do?" He asked. I looked at him oddly. "We're siblings, we should probably get to know each other a bit better."

"Half-siblings." I don't know why I corrected him. I wanted him to be my brother. I had been praying for it to be true. But now, I was acting like a total bitch. "I guess before we go any further in this brother-sister relationship, you should probably have a look in my bedroom." He looked at me confused, until I opened the door.

Straight ahead was the large Phil poster and underneath it was a quote from Phil saying: "Normalness leads to sadness."

"Ohh.." Is all he could manage. "Right" he said again. "So you know who I am then."

"Just a bit."

"How long have you been a fan?" His cheery and welcoming self had dissapeared and he had suddenly curled inside himself and was being very awkward.

"Since I was 13." He whistled in amazement. That's 4 years. "I know you have a brother, but I've never had any siblings, so I don't know how this thing works."

"I'll just have to teach you then." Suddenly, his cheery self returned, and at that moment he wrestled me onto my bed. We both laughed hysterically as I hit him until he rolled off onto the floor.

"So I heard you have a fancy new wife." I said when I had finally stopped laughing. Finally relaxing into the sister roll.

"Fiancé, but yeah. Clara. She's wonderful."

"Maybe I could meet her one day?"

"I think you almost certainly will. You're my sister!"

"I'm still not over that... How long are you staying?"

"Only a few days."

Phil ended up staying for a further 3 days, and came down some weekends and holidays to catch up. We talked a lot. He often texted me or sent me Facebook messages of inside jokes.

One day, a week before the wedding, I told him how much he meant to me:

"Phil, before I knew you were my brother, you made me so happy. You taught me so much through your videos and I'm certain I'm a better person because of it. You didn't need to know that I existed because your interactions on twitter and on your livestreams made me feel like I knew you so well. Now, six months of knowing that you're my sibling, and receiving a text from you is something that will make my day. You give cracking advice and you're such a laugh to be around. Thank you so much, bro. Apart from when you piss me off, you're the best." He elbowed me.

"Eliza, you are getting way too emotional." He wiped a fake tear from his eye dramatically. Just after we met, he started calling me Eliza or Beth as a joke (My name is Elizabeth - get it?). I would get really annoyed at him as my name was Lizzie, but one day I looked in the mirror and said "Eliza". It was a prettier name than Lizzie. But I think it suited me a lot more, so now everyone, apart from my parents, calls me Eliza. "Have you got your dress for the wedding ready?" He asked.

"I have! It's blue and I'm not going to lie to you Philip, I look hot as fuck in it."

"Shit, it's not a sexy dress is it, Eliza? You're going to take all the attention away from me!"

"I'm joking! Look..." I held up the blue, silk dress to show him.

"Brings out your eyes." he winked at me and left.