Just my little sister (AmazingPhil Fanfic)

An awkward position

I was lying in bed, thinking. What about, I'm not entirely sure.

I decided to get up even though it's really early. I got up and pulled on (another pair of) black jeans and a light blue sleeveless shirt. 

I brushed my hair a little and went to have breakfast. 

In the hall I found a pair of my stray shoes. Grey converse boots. I pulled them on and headed towards the kitchen and lounge. I stopped. Phil might be making a video. I had this thought before going into any room. 

I poked my head round the door. Phil wasn't making a video. In fact he wasn't even in the lounge. "Phil?" I called. "Phil?!" I called as I walked around the flat looking for him. 

I gave up, I couldn't find him anywhere. I flopped down on the sofa and had a little think. Where could that boy be?

Just then the phone rang. It seemed louder than usual. Anyway, I picked it up and answered. 

"Hello?"

"Hello miss, am I speaking to Erin Holly Howell?"

"Yes." 

"Right, do you know Phil Lester?"

"Yeah."

"He was brought into the police station after being the victim of a mugging in Manchester." 

My jaw dropped. "Is h-he okay?"

"Well, he's quite physically hurt, but he came round long enough for him to give us a contact we could inform. If you could come and pick him up that would be fantastic."

"Okay, I'll be d-down in a bit." I stuttered. I hung up and rushed to my feet. I grabbed a coat and literally, ran down the stairs.

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When I got there they were asking for the details of a boy in a grey hoodie. I went up to the desk. "Hi, I'm Erin Howell. I'm here to pick up Phil Lester." The woman nodded and typed into the computer. "Ah yes. Miss Howell. Actually, we caught the muggers. One of them was this boy." She jerked he head toward the boy in the hoodie. "We didn't do it to steal from 'im yeah? We was doing it for a friend, Luke Clark." I froze. Luke put them up to this?

"Come with me love." A male police officer led me to a cell. He opened it and inside Phil was lying on the ledge (bench bit) of the cell. "When he comes round you both can go." 

"Um, why didn't he receive medical treatment?" I asked quite vexed. The policeman sighed, "That's not our department love." He then walked away.

I rolled my eyes at his behaviour. I then knelt down to Phil's level. "Phil." I whispered. I shook him by the arm. I tried this about five times. I then remembered, when I was little and mum told me to go and wake Dan up for school, I'd slap him in the face and that'd wake him.

I'm not sure I could slap Phil though. He had cuts and brusies all over him. It was stressful to see him like this. "Phillip Micheal Lester!" I whispered harshly. Eventually, I just sat next to him and waited. He finally came round. 

"What's going on?" He asked as he sat up, "Erin? What's going on?" He asked me. "It's a very long story." I groaned. He crossed his arms. His lip had started bleeding, but I wasn't going to point that out. I sighed. "For some unknown reason, you went to Manchester really early. Then you got mugged, then I was called to come and get you." He looked at the ground. "Shall we go?" I asked him softly. He nodded. We got up, but as soon as he tried to walk he actually fell over. Not gracefully, just like a tree falling over in a forest. I felt pity hit me. I helped him up and he had to lean on my to walk. We passed the boy in the hoodie. I glared at him. 

It was difficult to get home, and we had to take to lift. Were quite a few people looked at us awkwardly. 

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We went inside and I instantly went to get a clean cloth to clean his wounds. 

He sat down and looked completely exhausted. 

I began to dab the dried blood and cuts on his face. Then there was a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes. "I'll be back in second." I muttered. I got up and went to the door. Still clutching the blood stained cloth.

I opened the door to find four of my friends stood there with bottles of wine, chocolate and popcorn. They were about to flood in, but the murderous look in my eyes told them to stay. "What the hell?" I stated. "Well, we decided, you need time off from looking after your brother and his best friend, so we came round to have movie night!" I rolled my eyes. "This isn't a good time. Phil's been mugged. Maybe another day." The girls shrugged. "Okay, we'll go to Saide's, she's up the stairs. Come up okay?" I shrugged and slammed the door. 

I walked back to Phil and I saw he was just sitting there looking into an empty space. "Phil?" I clicked my fingers in front of his blue eyes and he came to his senses. 

I returned to dabbing his wounds when he asked. "Who was that?" I pursed my lips. "Just a few friends. They show up at the times when I'm busy." He looked at the ground. "Sorry." I cocked my head. "Why are you saying sorry? It's not your fault." I dabbed a cut once again. "All done. The blood's off." He nodded. 

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I don't know how this happened, but when ended up sleeping on the sofa. I had curled up on my side, and Phil lay on his side behind me. He buried his face in my shoulder and he wrapped an arm around my waist. 

What happened then was kind of- unpredictable.

The front door cracked open. And someone walked into the living room. Then that someone woke me up. 

That someone was Dan. Yay?

I jumped up, accidentally hitting Phil in the face. Poor Phil. 

"Ow." He groaned. I saw Dan standing there with a cocked head. I elbowed Phil (Who had not noticed Dan) in the arm. He looked up to see Dan there. I face palmed. "Fuck." I muttered into my hand. 

Phil quickly pulled his hand back from my waist and gulped. "Care to explain?" Dan snarled. 

"Um, I-um. Erm......................Happy birthday?" I mumbled awkwardly. It's stranger because it isn't Dan's birthday. 

"I got mugged." Phil randomly burst out. Dan had a look of confusion on his face. 

Dan sighed harshly. "Both of you, I suggest you get out of the room before I punch something that could be your face." Dan had barely finished speaking by the time Phil and I were out of there. 

I took Phil by the shoulders. "Pack a bag with your stuff. Hurry. If Dan see's his room he's going to flip." Phil nodded urgently. He then rushed into his bedroom and I rushed into mine.

After that we rushed down the stairs and to the train station. 

"We'll go to my mum's house. But there's a slight problem......................................." I stated.

"What?" Phil had a look of suspicion in his blue eyes. 

"It's in Cromer, in the east of England."