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

Chapter 23

Eliza's POV

I walked down the road and got out my mobile. "Phil?" I asked as soon as the ringing stopped.

"Hey, Eliza, what's up?" It was so nice to hear his familiar voice again, after not seeing him for a few months.

"I'm just so confused." I moaned.

"Why?"

"I had a bit of an argument with Dan. He wants children."

"That's awesome, isn't it?" He asked, confused.

"I don't think I want to have kids." I heard him choke on something.

"You don't want kids!" He whispered, shocked.

"I know you have 2 now, Phil. But I'm not you. I don't think I could do it." He yawned. His youngest child was only 8 months old. He had probably been up all night. "Sorry Phil, I'll go."

"Liz, I think you should take some time to think about this."

"I have taken time. I've thought about this every day since I was about 10, and I still don't know what to fucking do." I hung up, frustrated because he hadn't helped me at all.

I walked into the nearest bar and ordered 1 pint; within 2 minutes, I had finished it. I ordered another one, and another one. I drank beer, after beer, after beer.

"Well, hello. What's a pretty thing like you getting drunk all alone?" The young guy, sat next to me, asked.

"Fuckoff." My words had all slurred together, and everything was starting to spin. I kept drinking anyway.

The guy just watched as I got completely wasted. It was only when I fell off the stool that he made a move. He lifted me up and whispered in my ear: "I'm going to help you. You just need to answer my questions. Are you single?" I laughed and an odd hiccup popped out of me.

"I'm a single pringle and I'm ready to mingle." He raised his eyebrows and I laughed so hard I started crying. I wiggled my left hand in front of his face and he shook his head.

"Where do you live?"

"I'll show you." I tried to leave his arms, but my legs gave way as soon as I put too much weight onto them. He lifted me up and I directed him home, sometimes taking him the wrong way.

It was late by the time we got to my road: 1am. The guy finally knocked on my door and I heard Dan groan from inside. As soon as he opened the door, the guy thrusted me towards Dan and I shouted: "MY HERO!" As I watched him walk off into the night. 

"What the fuck happened to you, Eliza?"

"I had fun fun fun!" I giggled.

"I was so worried! Why did you- oh this is pointless, isn't it? You won't remember this tomorrow."

"I decided Dan!" I said, excitedly.

"What?" 

"I WANT BABIES! LOTS OF BABIES!" I screamed with joy and jumped out of Dan's hands, falling straight onto the sofa.

"Eliza, you're drunk." He wasn't laughing at my immaturity, he just sounded bored and fed up.

"I'm not drunk... Okay well maybe only a bitttttttt." I repeated the 't' until Dan had picked me up again, and we were back upstairs and in the bedroom.

Dan gently lowered me onto the bed. I suddenly shut my eyes tight.

"Oh fuck." Was all I heard Dan say, as I crawled into the bathroom and threw up throughout the rest of the night.

Dan held my hair back, and kissed my head as I cried. I felt so horrible. I threw up, roughly every half hour for 3 hours.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. "You look shit." Dan chuckled as I started to wake up.

"I know." I groaned. I put a pillow over my head and I felt Dan run his hand up my back.

"Please, please, go and have a shower, you stink. By the way, who was that guy who brought you back last night?" I lifted the pillow up and sat up instantly, petrified of the worst.

"Shit, I don't remember."

"It's okay, I was just curious." He said, casually.

"What if I cheated on you? Oh my god, no, please no." I muttered, panicking.  

"I don't think so, he seemed pretty keen get rid of you. Anyway, I've got to get to work, Eliza. Have a shower." He kissed me and left.

I stood in the shower, thinking and trying to remember last night. I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. All I could remember was sitting at the bar and downing my first few pints, after that, everything was blurry.

I ended up standing in the shower for 40 minutes, but it was time well spent, because I came to a clear decision on the whole children thing.

Dan arrived home from the radio at midday. I ran up to him just as he was closing the door. I jumped up, wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed him back against the door. I put my hands either side of his face and kissed him. He smiled. I smiled. "Why don't I get this greeting every time I come home?" He asked, smiling.

"Because that would be greedy." I said kissing him again. I slid down his body and leaned on him, my head in his chest. I listened to the music of his heart for a few beats and then looked up at him.

"Let's do it." I whispered.

"What?"

"Children. Let's do it." I expected his face to light up and for him to hug me and never let me go.

He didn't.

"Are you sure? This is a big thing, and I don't want to force you into it."

"You're not. I just have one condition. You have to let me get my head around it, which might take a bit of time. It's a lot of pressure on me and my body." 

"So when will that be?" Dan asked, eagerly. 

"I don't want to have a deadline."

"Does that mean it's not in the near future?"

"For all I know, Dan, I could wake up tomorrow and decide that I'm ready for it." He nodded and finally his face lit up and he smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you, too"