This chapter is pretty much the last chapter in Dan's POV. I starting writing the next chapter for Emma, but I want to post something tonight and that will take me a couple more days to write. Plus, someone wanted more Dan, so here it is.
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Dan's POV
"DAAAAN. YOU NEED TO GO GET THE MAIL!" Phil called from the kitchen.
"I'm playing! You go get it!" I yelled back from the lounge. I was in the middle of trying to beat a boss.
"I'M BUSY!" He yelled back at me. I groaned and got off the couch, trotting into the kitchen to see what he was 'busy' with.
Phil was literally in the middle of buttering toast.
He turned around and grinned "Oh hey." He took a bite out of the toast "Want some?"
"Oh hell no, I'm not going to get the mail." I turned back around and starting walk out.
"I'm busy!" he yelled with food still in his mouth.
I turned back around and wined "You're eating toast!"
"Yeah but if I leave, then my toast will get cold and it will taste weird and then I would have to throw it away and then start over again and then I-"
"Ok, ok, whatever." I cut him off, shoving a hand out. 'I'll get it.". Getting mail was far better than listening to him rant.
Phil started doing one of his happy dances, and in the process of doing the dance he dropped the toast that was in his hand. The buttered side fell to the ground, and Phil's face went from happiness to confusion to sadness in about 3 seconds.
You can say whatever you want about Phil Lester, but you can never say that he wasn't graceless as fuck.
Well, I can't really talk. I fell up an escalator.
I stifled a laugh, shook my head and turned around and started walking towards the front door.
After opening and stepping out said door, I realized that there was a sobbing girl right across the hall. I stood there for a second, kinda processing that there was a girl crying. I closed the door, hoping she would hear the noise and be aware of my presence, and when she didn't I decided to go for the old fashion approach.
"Um, are you ok?" Wow, ok, I did not mean to say that as awkwardly as I did, I swear. Her head snapped up at the sound of my voice and she started wiping her face with her hand, which is when I realized she had a giant cast on her right arm.
She mumbled something I didn't understand and I just nodded, pretending that I heard her. She was staring at the floor and I just looked at her, waiting for her to kick my ass or yell at me or, even worse, cry to me. I can't handle it when girls cry. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she looked up at me, well, more like looked me up and down, but not in the checking you out way, more like in the sizing you up way. She had really pale skin, like she was sick or something, around her eyes were all black and purple like she hadn't slept in days. She had really dark eyes and light blonde hair that was thrown into a messy ponytail of some sort. She had her lip pierced, that weird cheek bone piercing and her ears were pierced at least 5 times.
Honestly? She looked like hell.
I held out my left hand for her, but then realized that she had a cast on her right hand, so I switched hands for her. She looked at me like I was crazy for a second, but then grabbed my hand. Either I overestimated how hard it would be to pull her up or she was helping herself up, because she almost was catapulted into a wall. I grabbed her shoulders to steady her and smiled awkwardly at her. She blinked and started staring at the floor again. She was really tall for a girl, only a couple inches taller than me. I let go of her and she backed away into the door opposite of mine.
This girl was strange, the good way/bad way part was undecided.
"Dan Howell." I said, introducing myself, mostly hoping to get more of a feel of this girl. She was interesting.
"Emma Graysen." She said in an American accent while rocking back and forth.
"Well Emma, since you have an American accent, I think that it would be fair to assume that you're from America." she nodded. "And since you're in front of Maddie's door, I assume that you are also somehow related to her."
She looked up from the floor and looked off in the direction of the lift. She then looked back at me and said "I'm her sister. I'm moving in with her." She looked nothing like Maddie, so one of them is defiantly adopted. I nodded and looked to the ground, trying to come up with something to say.
"So what happened to your arm?" I asked, wanting to know as much about her in as little time as possible.
She looked back down at the floor, rocking again and biting her lip. She mumbled something about a car accident and I nodded once again. I wanted to ask her if she found English floors to be exotic or something, but seeing as I found her crying a few minutes ago I didn't want to be mean, so I didn't ask.
Noises that sounded distinctly like the lift and roller luggage filled the air. Emma looked almost relieved, hell, she was almost smiling. It looked like she hadn't smiled for a long time.
"Hey, Ems, sorry I should have-" Maddie rounded the corner with two huge suitcases and stopped dead, locking eyes with Emma. She looked really confused. And tired. She looked at me with scrunched eyebrows. "-given you the keys." She said slowly as if she was trying to comprehend her sister talking to someone. "Hello Dan." She said in an overly polite way. I wasn't sure what to do so I just nodded. Her husband/boyfriend that I never learned the name of came around and stopped behind Maddie.
To be perfectly honest, the only reason why I learned Maddie's name was because she's really hot and I don't want to refer her as 'that one hot girl from across the hall'.
Emma grabbed her carry on that I didn't even know was on the floor. Maddie unlocked their door and whatever his name is walked in, carrying 2 suitcases that were even bigger than the ones Maddie had, and that was saying something. Maddie and Emma stood there staring at each other before Maddie huffed and walked inside. Emma almost smiled again, but it dropped as quickly as it arrived. She started walking in the apartment.
"Nice meeting you Emma." I called out after her. She stopped where she was, which was right under the door frame.
"You too." She said with her half smile again.
After she shut the door, I just stood there in shock.
Who was that girl?
Completely forgetting about the post, I walked back into my apartment, where Phil was sitting on the sofa, still eating toast. Phil looked at my empty hands, confusion written on his face.
"Where's the mail? I was supposed to be getting something in the post." He said with a sad face.
"Yeah, I forgot, sorry." I said, zoned out.
"What do you mean you forgot?" Phil questioned, laughing at the end.
"I need to go look up someone." I said, completely ignoring his questions and heading for the stairs.
"Who?"
I turned back around and looked at him "Emma Graysen."
Please forgive me in advance for all the vocab that will be weird in Dan's POV. I'm not British, so I don't know what the British say. I'm American. Sorry. Forgive me and my ignorance.
I hope you liked this chapter, it's whatevs to me.
QUESTIONTIME!: Who was your first OTP?
I think mine was probs Hermione and Draco. Not even gonna lie, I still ship it.
Next time: The week after Emma arrives in London. Will feature anything and everything I manage to pull out of my ass.
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