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

Chapter 14

Lizzie's POV

As soon as I got home I fell onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling. When I was little I used to imagine magical dragons and pretty fairies flying across the pale scene above me. I tried doing that now - to take my mind off things, but I couldn't, not anymore.

I turned my head to the left, and looked at the blank space. I took my poster of Phil down a few months ago and painted over his quote. He was still my idol. Half brother or not. I just found it weird having him on my wall. I'd also stopped watching his videos and listening to his radio show recently as well. Partly because my A-Levels were ruining my life (thank god i'd finished them now), but also because he would have already told me about whatever scenario he was going to talk about in his videos.

A week later, Phil and Clara came to stay at ours for a few days. Phil said he didn't think he'd be coming around as often, now that he was married. I didn't see how him wearing a ring on his finger made any difference, but I didn't say anything to him.

As soon as he arrived we went up to my room and sat cross-legged on my bed, facing each other. We always did this. So we could catch up. "How are you Eliza?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"How's married life, Phil?" He shook his head.

"No no no. You know how this works. You don't get away that easily. We talk about you and then we talk about me." I shrugged again, looking down at my bitten nails. "Okay." He said, obviously realising that I wasn't going to let him into my head very easily this time. I usually blurt everything out to him. He was the only person on the planet, other than Dan, who could make me feel special, or good about myself. "Let's talk about Dan." He announced. My eyes darted up and locked with his.

"What about him?" My voice quivered.

"Do you miss him?" I nodded slowly. I knew that if I spoke, I wouldn't be able to hold back the tears. "Eliza, the day you left to come here, Dan was a mess. That's an understatement. He couldn't stop crying. He couldn't even look at me without his eyes tearing up.  I didn't realise how serious you two were, otherwise I would have given him your number ages ago, I thought you were just having a fling. Anyway, I'm now going to give you his number, and you're going to talk to him, because he won't stop talking about you."

"You talk about girls?" I asked. I never imagined boys getting together and talking about a girl they fancied. I thought that was a female thing.

"Jesus Christ, Eliza, we're humans too!" He smiled.

"I know, but, you know, I always thought that you only spoke about girls if you were going to fuck them or something."

"Not all guys care about sex! You have a poor image of men, Eliza." I smiled and copied Dan's number into my phone.

"Do you mind if I call him now?" I asked, I felt bad just leaving him, and I knew I would definitely want some privacy, but I really wanted to here Dan's sarcastic voice.

"The room is all yours." Phil left, smiling as he closed the door and winking at me. 

"Hello?" Dan's beautiful voice serenaded my ear.

"Dan? Hi, it's Eliza!" 

"Eliza? Oh thank the Lord!" I laughed. "I have questions for you, Doolittle."

"Oh shit, I shouldn't have called." He laughed this time. 

"Okay, well, why the fuck did you leave without saying goodbye? If it wasn't for Phil, we'd probably have never seen each other again."

"It's because of Phil that we met in the first place." I pointed out.

"Oh shut up, Doolittle. Stop being pedantic and answer the fucking question."

I tried to remember why I had just left him. I had been so homesick, that all I could think about was telling Mum all about Dan, it was the only thing crossing my mind. I told him this and he sounded dissapointed.  

"Any more questions, Mastermind?" 

"Doolittle, I have questions flying out of my ears right now." I rolled my eyes, forgetting that he couldn't see me. "What did your Dad say to you?" 

"Just to be careful around you because you're older." 

"I won't hurt you." He said calmly.

"I know."

"Eliza. I won't hurt you."

"I know." I repeated. We were silent for a second before returning to our jokey state.

"Why did you tell me to fuck off at the beach and then buy me an ice cream?" He asked me. 

"I don't know. I changed my mind - I felt guilty. I realised that arguing with you was a lot of fun. I don't know."

"Do you do that often?"

"Yes." I stated. 

I did. I always had. One minute I was a bitch, then an angel. It was definitely one of my faults, and probably one of the reasons why I didn't have many friends. I could hear his brain ticking through the phone.

"Do you want to break up?" I asked and I could feel his lips forming that smirk again. 

"Are we even a couple?"

"I... I... I..." I stuttered. 

"Shut up, Doolittle. Of course we're a fucking couple, and of course I don't want to break up with you. I can deal with mood swings." I didn't like the term 'mood swings', but decided not to mention it as he was one of the first people to outright except me for who I was.

"I wish you were here." I said after a moments silence.

"I wish you were here."

"No. Dan. I'm serious. I just want to curl up into you again." I said, relaxing into the memory.

"I just want to kiss you again." I sighed and rolled onto my back. I suddenly realised I was twisting a lock of hair around my finger and talking to a boy on the phone. Talk about stereotypical teenage girl. I stopped imediately.

"Can we meet?" I asked, outrageously. 

"When?" He asked as a reply.

"Soon." I stated.

"Yes."

"And then can we meet again?" I asked, seriously.

"Yes."

"And again?"

"Eliza, we can meet again and again until you move here, or I move there and we are fucking married." I giggled. I wanted to say it. The magic words. The three words which stick people together. But it was too soon. We'd only just met. 

"Say it!" Said my heart.

"It's too soon!" Said my brain.

So, when I put down the phone, 45 minutes later, I texted him: ily xx - never too soon for ily.