Still Holding On (A Daniel Howell x reader)

Chapter 9

Phil's POV

I was sitting on my bed, thinking if I should text Y/n and see if she would want to hang out. It would be nice to hangout out with her again. We really need to catch up on things. I wonder what my little sis has been up to. My thoughts were interrupted by Dan standing at the door, asking me a question.

"Oh. Sorry what, Dan?" I say, coming back to reality.

"I ask if we could make a video before vidcon." He asked, opening the door more and stepping into my room.

"Yeah. But what?" I ask, changing my shirt to a fox jumper.

I guess Y/n and I can hangout out tomorrow.

"Um.... We could do a pokemon go video and then prerecord another thing." He suggests.

I nod. "Sounds like a plan. Are you gonna straighten you hair or keep it curly?" I ask.

"I'm gonna straighten it. I can't go out like this!" He days, pointing to him curly hair.

I laugh, stand up, and fluff his hair.

"Hey! Now its gonna be hard to straighten." He complains.

"Then don't." I respond, walking out to get some breakfast.

"Fine. Do. Not. Touch my cereal Phil!" Dan yells.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. Its so good." I say, slowly putting my hand in the box.

Dan rushes over and grabs the box from me. "Jesus Christ Phil. You are so much like a damn child. Did you ever steal cereal from Y/n?"

"Yes actually. Quite frequently. And she would actually let me eat it, unlike some people." I laugh, showing him I am messing around.

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready.  I'll be out in about an hour."

"Why an hour? God. I swear you are so vain sometimes." I say, laughing.

"Says you. You make your fringe 'perfect' too." He says.

"True. Do you want me to make breakfast?" I ask.

"Sure. Please don't burn down the house."

"I won't. I promise." I say, walking back to my room and putting on a pair of blue jeans.

I walked back into the kitchen and started to make pancakes. Well, I attempted to make pancakes. They ended more like omlets, folded over the way they were. After I made about 6 of them, I shut off the stove top and made our plates. I grabbed the syrup and Dans plate, and set them both on the table. I then walked over grabbed my plate, walked back to the table, sat down, and then started to eat my breakfast. When I finished, Dan had come out of the bathroom.

"Finally done, diva?" I ask, laughing as I wash dishes.

"Yup and I look fabulous." He responds, flicking his invisible hair behind his shoulder.

"Shut up and eat. We have to make some videos today and I don't want to be staying up until 3 again." I say, drying my hands.

"Okay fine." He says, sitting at the table. "What are these exactly?" He asks.

"Um. They were supposed to be pancakes." I say, cringing at my attempt to make pancakes.

"Excuse me. These are omlets. Sweet, delicate, omlets." He says, putting a piece of it in his mouth. He moans from the goodness of the pancake/omelet things.

"You're such a dork." I say and get out my phone.

(P- Phil and Y-You)

P- Hey do you want to hang out tomorrow?

Y-Yeah sure. What time and where?

P- 1? and maybe at my place. Dan wont be here so you don't have to meet him yet

Y- Yeah. 1's fine. It doesn't matter if I had to meet Dan. I don't care.

P- Okay. Well, see you then.

I set my phone down and sit on the sofa.

"So she's coming?" Dan asks.

"H-how did you know?" I ask.

"You aren't good at keeping things secret. Your phone was in plain sight, so I looked at it behind you to see who you were texting and, of course, it was y/n." He explains.

"Oh. Do you mind if she came over?" I ask cause this is technically his house too.

"I don't mind at all. I'm not even gonna be here so why are you asking me?" He asks, laughing.

"This is pretty much your house too. I didn't want to invite someone without your permission as well."

"Oh. That makes sense." He responds, walking into his bedroom. "Hey Phil?!"

I walk up to the doorway of Dan's bedroom.

"Yeah Dan?"

"Can you help me get ready to leave tomorrow? I know we have to record as well, but it shouldn't take long, especially if we both are doing it together." He asks, eyes pleading.

I laugh and just shake my head while crouching down to grab something from his drawer. 

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We got everything ready and fortunately, we were able to get the videos made as well. It's about 10 and I'm super tired.

"I'm gonna hop into bed. Night Dan."

"Night Phil." He says, then continues to watch Attack on Titan.

I walk into my bedroom and just plop down on my bed, sideways. Y/n has changed so much through the years. She still has those piercing e/c eyes and her h/c hair, but her personality has changed. 

She's not as tough, if that's the word, as she used to be when we were young. She used to make fun of me, beat me up verbally, and be able to stick up for herself easier. Now, she seems a little more vulnerable and fragile, not that, that's a bad thing. She never cried when we were younger. The only time I have ever seen her cry is when I left and that is literally the only time. Then, when she realized it was me, she just sobbed. I was surprised at first, but I understood why she was like that. I mean we haven't seen each other in 5 years and we used to be so close.

Thinking about tomorrow just brings a smile to my face. It's nice having my best friend back.