(Mackenzie's POV)
The pouring rain didn't help with the visibility as I tried to make my way through the streets of Manchester. By the time I made it to the right address, I was completely soaked and shivering with cold. I made my way to the elevator and up to what I hoped was the right floor. Checking my hand for the apartment number, I knocked on what seemed to be the right door.
A guy with black hair swept to the side and piercing blue eyes opened the door.
"Oh, sorry, I was looking for Dan Howell, do you know where he is?" I asked, hoping this guy could help me.
"Yeah, one sec," he said, turning towards the apartment and yelling into it, "Hey Dan, there's a soaking wet girl at the door, and I don't think she's a fangirl!"
Trying to peer around the guy, I saw Dan coming towards the door. I pushed past the other guy and launched myself into Dan's arms.
"Fucking hell?!" I heard Dan exclaim, but I just clinged to him even more. "Phil, a little help here?" I heard him ask; then I felt the other guy, Phil, pulling me away from Dan.
"Do you know who she is?" Phil asked, still holding me back from Dan.
"Maybe, I don't know; she looks familiar," Dan sighed.
"Dan it's me, Mackenzie, don't you remember?" I said, struggling both to get away from Phil, who was stronger than he looked, and hold back tears at the idea of my own brother forgetting me.
"Mac?" he asked unsurely; I nodded and managed to escape from Phil, who honestly seemed a bit shocked, but I didn't attack Dan again. Dan stared at me for a few seconds before hugging me again, then releasing me almost as quickly.
"No offense Mac, but you're soaking wet," he said smirking at me; I grinned to. He actually remembered who I was.
"No really? I didn't notice that's its freaking pouring out while walking here," I said.
"Hey Dan, want to explain…?" the Phil guy started awkwardly.
"Oh yeah, Phil this is my sister Mackenzie. Mackenzie this is my roommate Phil."
"Hi," I said with my teeth chattering. Did I mention it was like freaking November and freezing?
"Shit, right; Mac you want to shower? I'll get you some clothes," Dan said, ushering me towards the bathroom.
"Re-really Dan I'm f-f-fine-"
"Like hell you are. Go in and shower," Dan commanded, pushing me into the bathroom. "I'll leave some clothes by the door when you're done," he finished before walking out. I peeled of my wet clothes and hopped into the shower, hoping the burning hot water would warm me up and relax my muscles. After a while, I climbed out of the shower; I could hear Dan and Phil talking in the other room.
"What are we going to do Dan?"
"I don't know, honestly, we'll figure it out in the morning."
"She seemed pretty upset."
"Yeah well, I would be too if once my brother left for Uni he completely forgot me."
"Dan, it's not your fault."
"The hell it's not. We used to be close, then I just up and left her."
"Okay we can figure this out, it's going to be ok." I tried to block out what I just heard, but it sounded as if Dan didn't want to see me. I knew this was a stupid idea, I knew it.
I quietly opened the door, and grabbed the clothes that were outside the door. It was a pair of Dan's sweats, one of his shirts and a jumper. They were all overly huge on me, but I didn't really care. I rolled up the pants around the waist and ankles so I wouldn't be tripping over myself. I used a hair-tie from my wrist to tie up the t-shirt so it fell at about my waist. The jumper was overly huge, but really comfortable and soft, and I only had to roll up the sleeves like fifty millions times.
I ran my hands loosely through my hair before deciding to plait it and tie it up with another hair-tie. I didn't have any make-up with me, but I figured it shouldn't really matter. I took one last glance at my reflection, my long brown hair plaited down my back and my green eyes looking exhausted from travelling, before heading out towards where I heard Dan and Phil's voices.
"Hey," I said, from the doorway; they were both standing in the kitchen.
"Hey, you feeling any better Mac?" Dan asked, concern obvious in his voice.
"Mm-hm much better, 'cept I'm kinda hungry," I shrugged, doubting if they would have any food.
"Well you're just in luck, cause the Tesco guy just came this morning," Dan said. He reached into a cupboard for what looked like my favorite food: cereal. He got me a bowl and then he and Phil headed towards the lounge like area and sat on the floor. I sat on one of the couches, watching as they set up what looked like Skyrim.
"You want to play, Mackenzie?" Phil asked, offering me a controller.
"No thanks, I'm horrible at most video games," I said, waving him off. It's true, the one game I was good at was Pokémon.
"You sure?" Phil asked. He seemed like the type of guy that didn't want anybody to feel left out.
"Yeah, she's sure. She's terrible at video games; she's even worst then you," Dan said, laughing and starting the game. I stuck my tongue out at him, which he didn't see but Phil did.
I looked around, and saw what was probably Dan's laptop. I reached for it, and it looked like Phil was going to tell Dan, but I motioned for him to stayed quiet. I knew Dan hated people using his computer, but I figured I could be an exception. I quickly guessed his password and opened up the internet. I logged onto my email and saw a few notifications for Twitter and Facebook and stuff, but nothing important. I logged onto to Twitter and saw one of my friends tweeted me a video saying, "LOL THIS IS SO FUNNY DYING OF LAUGHTER wish we could meet them ;)" I clicked on the link. It was some video called 'Phil is not on fire 3.' I clicked play and started watching.
Wait, that's my brother. And that's Phil. I scrolled down and saw almost 1 million subscribers. I continued watching; sometime during the video Dan and Phil had both joined me on the couch watching the video. By the end of the video, I was speechless, and I think they both could tell.
"Who ya watching? I heard there were some crazy people on YouTube," Dan said, trying to stay dead serious.
"She's watching your mum," Phil said, breaking Dan out of his seriousness.
"HEY THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!" Dan half shouted even though Phil was less than three feet away.
"When?" I barely whispered in shock, but the three of us were so close that I knew the heard me.
"Well, I decide to take a break out of law school and start making videos seriously, and that's about when YouTube started paying me," Dan said shrugging.
"And it never occurred to you to maybe tell your family about this?" I asked, trying not to get upset. My brother was internet famous and he didn't even tell me.
"C'mon Mackenzie, don't get upset. Pj's parents don't even know he makes videos, and he's been doing this for five years. Dan just had an existential crisis about law school," Phil said, giving me a half hug trying to make me feel better.
"I get it, but I still can't believe you wouldn't tell your family before you went and got famous."
"Well you didn't tell me you were using my computer," Dan said trying to lighten the mood before grabbing the computer and tackling me to the floor. "Say Uncle, Mac, say it!" Dan urged while he had me pinned to the floor.
"Never! Phil, a little help here...?" I managed to get out before Dan cover my mouth with his hand.
"I think that's between you and Dan," Phil said while covering his face laughing.
"C'mon Mac, surrender to me!"
"Nooooooooo-" I was cut off by Dan sitting on me and picking up the game controller.
"Phil, help...I'm dying…" I panted out.
"Dan get off your sister before you kill her, we don't want to clean up any more dead bodies," Phil said, sounding more like a parent then a friend. I froze for a moment, then regained my composure.
"Fine," Dan huffed, but got off of me. "But no using my computer," he said before zoning back into the game.
"Fine. Thanks for helping me Phil."
"No problem, Mackenzie."
"You can call me Mac if you want, or Kenzie, or Kenz if you're so inclined." I shrugged.
"Kenzie sounds good to me," Phil said.
"I guess I have to get my laptop now 'cause someone's being a butt trumpet."
"A butt trumpet, really Mac. Real mature."
I shrugged him off and instead went in search of my bag. I didn't notice Phil trailing behind me until he pointed out where my bag was for me.
"Thanks," I said picking it up.
"No problem, guess I should give you a tour of the flat, if you'd like."
"Sure, 'cause if not I'll probably get lost."
"Probably cause we live in such a ginormous flat. So you already know the bathroom, the kitchen and the lounge area. Here's my room," he said while pushing open a door.
There was a bed with a blue and green duvet messily thrown over the bed, posters on the walls, and other things all over the room. But one thing really caught my eye: there were lions almost everywhere.
"So, do you like animals?" I asked, picking up a stuffed red panda.
"Yeah, I love them, but lions are my favorite," he said glancing over at a huge pile of stuffed lions.
"Me too, but foxes are my favorite, or maybe rabbits, or unicorns, or cats, or really anything," I rambled on.
"C'mon lets go to Dan's room," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the hall to Dan's room. I couldn't help but notice the tingly feeling in my hand when Phil held it, but I ignored it, blaming it on sugar and that it was late.
I looked at Dan's room, and it was the same as ever, clean and symmetrical. And kind of boring.
"It's still the same, as always," I sighed, not thinking that Phil would hear me.
"What, he was always this much of a neat-freak?" Phil asked.
"Yeah, though it looks like he's gotten better," I shrugged as we headed back toward the lounge where Dan was still playing. We continued watching him as he played on and on and on. The last thing I remember is leaning my head on Phil's shoulder fighting to stay awake.