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

Chapter 8

Dan's POV

Eliza's head rested on my lap. I looked at her and smiled at how pretty and peaceful she looked.

I checked my watch. "Shit! It's half one." I looked back down at Eliza, slowly crept out from underneath her head and picked her up in my arms. She was quite little and light, but I knew the rain outside would soon weigh us down. Her chest lifted and fell slowly and silently as I walked out of the swimming pool. "She must be knackered." I thought as I stood, holding Eliza, in the rain. I sighed and tried my best to find the way back to the party.

It took me 40 minutes. But I did it. I found the way back.

I entered from a back entrance, hoping that the music would be quieter as to not wake Eliza. Her dad was standing by the back door, smoking. He dropped the cigar as soon as he saw us. "Is she okay? Oh my god what have you done?"

"It's okay, it's okay, sir. She's just sleeping. We weren't too fond of the party, so went for a wander, and then she fell asleep." I whispered. Mr North just rolled his eyes and gestured for me to follow him.

He took me to the hotel where they were planning to stay. I lay her on the bed, removed her shoes, and gave her a blanket. I left the room with Mr North closely behind. 

"Thank you for bringing her back, Dan. I'm really grateful." I shrugged

"It's okay." I went to walk off, when Mr North caught my arm.

"Dan. Do you like her? Eliza?" I looked at him oddly.

"Not in that way, if that's what you're asking. She's great, but not my type."

"Okay, rules still apply. If you hurt her, I will hurt you. Got it?" I nodded slowly. Was that a threat or just a warning?

I turned away from him, shoved my hands in my pockets and walked to my hotel. When things with the radio started getting more serious, and Phil left to go and live with Clara, I decided that girlfriends would be off the table for a while. It was too much pressure and responsibility and, for someone like me, that's exactly what I didn't need. Phil often made jokes about how I must spend my weeks in the apartment having sex or house parties, but really, when he left, nothing changed.

Except, things did change. Just not visibly from the outside. I still did the same things. Had the same routine. But in my head, when Phil left, the walls he held together, crumbled down as soon as he left. All of these horrible thoughts came crashing back into my head. I was still strong enough to ignore them, but how long would that last? Maybe I did need someone in my life. Not Eliza though, like I said, she's not my type.