Adopted By Phil Lester

Chapter 7

Dan's POV

The rain was shooting down, just like every Monday morning. Wow, Monday's sucked, but thanks to what Delilah and I had planned, this Monday was going to be a little more exciting...
"Phil? Can you do me a favour?" I asked weakly, locking eyes with Delilah and giving her 'the signal' with my hand, like we had rehearsed. She understood immediately and nodded.
"What?" Phil questioned, strolling into the living room, where Delilah and I were hanging out, her scrolling through Twitter on her phone, me curled up on the sofa, with a blanket draped around me, a mug of hot coffee and a tissue stuck up my nose for good measure. It wasn't the most fashionable look, but with my well-prepared fake cough it would be perfect.
"Can you ring the Radio one guys and tell them I can't make it to the meeting?"
Phil paused, before slowly walking over to me with a suspicious look on his face, and inspecting me up and down. After about 20 seconds he dropped his facial expression and sighed.
"Dan, you're 23, I think you're a bit old for pulling a sickie. You're fine, go get dressed."
This was Delilah's chance to rush in and save the plan from falling apart. "Phil! Have you failed to notice the poor boy is dying?" She exclaimed, affectionately patting my head.
"He's fine! Hurry up Dan, we'll be late," Phil ordered.
"Is he Phil? IS HE? Why don't you come down here..." She snapped her fingers in front of my face. "And let him sneeze on you. And if he's just FINE, you won't wake up tomorrow unable to breath!" Delilah yelled.
"He hasn't sneezed in the past half and hour! Or coughed!" Crap, he was right, time for a fake cough.
Once I did, she slowly looked at me and then back at Phil, eyebrows raised. "Dan, is not going, anywhere," she hissed menacingly, take a step towards him and looking him dead in the eye. Wow, I had never been more proud of her.

Delilah won in the end. The second Phil shut the door I sprung off the bed and ripped the tissue out of my nose. "Right!" I boomed. "Operation let's prank Phil Lester until he cries because it's Monday and we have nothing to do is go!"
"Or, we could call it Operation prank Phil?" She suggested.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes. "But mine was better."

Most of our pranks were Joe Sugg inspired. We started with the classic clingfilm around the toilet seat, and then progressed onto neatly filling his bedroom floor with over a hundred cups of water, and covering his walls with bright sticky notes, adding our own personal touch by writing 'the game' on a lot of them. Cameras were of course set up on the bathroom and bedroom, there was no way my viewers were missing this.
The 'EPIC PRANK OFF' video from my channel was also pretty much recreated, a.k.a flour in the hairdryer, pillows on top of doors etc. Our last prank was by far Delilah's favourite; filling Phil's shoes with custard, but not just any custard, oh no, CHEESY custard.

We both flopped down onto the sofa, exhausted. "Well," Delilah started. "I think that was a job well done."
"Defiantly," I agreed. "High five?"

"DAN! DELILAH! LET ME IN I NEED A WEE!" Phil yelled through the door. We both made eye contact and giggled excitedly, and then Delilah was off, sprinting for the door.
"WHAT'S THE PASSWORD?" She demanded, pressing her hands up against the door, as I followed and pulled out my camera from the top of the stairs.
"Is it, 'if you don't let me in the the next 3 seconds I will break the door down and wee on you?" He questioned innocently.
"Close enough," Delilah murmured and unlocked the door. We were both shaking with excitement, as Phil bolted past us and straight into the toilet. I turned my camera around to quickly record Delilah and I, then straight back round to the closed door when we heard, "UGH GOD! DAN... DELILAH?!"
"Yes, Phil?" Delilah answered sweetly. Phil opened the door with a expression that said '3000% done'.
"Really." He said blankly.
She giggled. "Phil, you look a bit dehydrated, why don't you go into your bedroom?"
Phil gave her a confused look, before spotting me recording the scene and spluttering, failing to compress my laughter. "Oh god," he moaned, following Delilah upstairs.
"How does it feel Phil? Being pranked by a 12 year old?" I asked him, to which he simply scrunched up his nose and shock his head.
"Hey!" Delilah gasped, looking incredibly offended.
"Soz," I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes.
When Phil saw what we had created in his bedroom, he shook his head in disbelief. "I hate you," he told us.
"Rude," Delilah notified.

"So yeah, thanks for watching Internet, special thanks to Delilah," I tilted the camera to get her in shot, and she grinned and blew a kiss. "Haha, and also, thanks, thanks very much Phil, for letting us destroy your life."
Phil sucked his lips together and shock his head.
"Subscribe to Amazingphil!" He shouted before quickly scampering off.
"Bye guys!" I smiled, and then turned the camera off. Thinking about today, it made a smile tug at my lips, and before I knew it bubbles of laughter, uncontrollable laughter were escaping from both mind and Delilah's mouths until our sides hurt and we were gasping for air. It was going to be fun living with her.

A/N Hi it's Aine today 😊 that was so fun to write! Don't forget to vote and comment what you thought! Lots of love💞 STAY ZESTY MY ORANGES sorry I don't know what that was 🍊

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