Disclaimer: I don't own Dan or Phil. I also don't own any other YouTubers you may see in this story (such as KickThePj [PJ Liguori],crabstickz (Chris Kendall) sparkleofglitter [Louise Pentland], etc.), any real life references you may see, social media (Primarily YouTube, but also Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc.), music/song references, as well as artists/bands (such as Muse, MCR, etc.), and whatever you recognize. I am not creative enough to own that stuff :P I do own my OC, Abigail Elizabeth Woods, who I think is creative...?

Chapter 17: Someone Can Love You More

Abi rolls on her sheet-less bed as she stares at the ceiling.

Her new room was big, and, as much of a 12 year old she was, it made her excited. As soon as she looked at the room, she immediately saw the potential in it; where a desk would go, where she would put her bookshelf, and where her old record player that her grandpa gave her would go.

Her clothes are all in boxes, along with her stuff, but, of course, her laptop is already resting right beside her. She goes on Tumblr for a while, logging in to see that a few more people had followed her blog. She smiles, and scrolls down a bit.

Ever since Abi had introduced her music review blog to Dan and Phil's audience, her followers have multiplied by millions. And the good thing was that every single one of them loved her for her content, and not because she was related to Dan and Phil's franchise. It felt good to have a following; was this what Dan and Phil feel every day?

She begins to start an album review on Halsey's album 'Badlands,' since she listened to it tons of times, and as she types down the first few words in a document, her bedroom door opens with a wide swing.

Abi jumps, shutting her laptop quickly. She looked up to see familiar brown eyes.

"Dan, Jesus Christ, please knock." Abi says with a small smile. "Honestly, I could've been naked or something."

"That's something I'd love to see." Dan replies with a smirk.

"Oi!" Abi growled. "You are bloody horny now, aren't ya?"

"Nope, just a bad friend."

"Whatever, perv." Abi says, rolling off the bed and onto her feet. She stands at the doorframe, leaning against it.

"So what gives you the reason to intrude my personal space?"

"Well," Dan says with a smile, pushing her aside to sit on her bed. "we have plans tonight."

"We?" Abi questions. "We actually have plans? With actual people?"

"C'mon, Abi, don't be so surprised."

"You think that becoming friends with YouTubers with get me more friends."

"Shut up."

"Are you guys coming or what?" Phil's voice echoes from the lounge. "You know how I don't like to be late to things, and I'd very much want to avoid traffic today. Besides, we don't even know where this place is, so we need to call a taxi or something and get on a move."

"Can you at least tell me where I'm going?" Abi says, rushing out of the room. She nearly trips on stairs she forgot weren't at the entrance of the house - "Dammit, I still need to get used to the layout of this house." "Whatever your excuse is, klutz." Dan retorts - and runs down the staircase. She gets to the living room and smiles.

It's a bit empty, but not too empty, considering they already had most of their furniture. They had the same couch with the exception of a black loveseat that came with the place, and the same red, pixel like mirror hanging on the wall above a fireplace. They had their paintings lined up on the walls, and a huge TV in front of the couch, with their tangled consoles. There were big windows, and the wooden floors were newly placed and shiny. Phil was near the kitchen, which was completely open to the living room.

"PJ and Sophie invited us for dinner at a 50's pizzeria near his place." Phil says, pouring some food into Striker's bowl, which was next to the kitchen island. "He said it was to celebrate the new house, the new roommate, the new dog, and TATINOF in America. It's supposed to be really cool."

"Phil, you can't just pour this on us." Abi groans. "I still haven't unpacked my clothes yet."

"Like you have nice ones." Dan says behind her.

"Hey, I let you stuff some of my old tees in your chest for videos, so I think I have great taste. And so does your chest, if you know what I mean."

Dan blushes, and Phil just laughs.

"You argue like an old couple," Phil complains, throwing a pillow at Dan's head.

It bounces off Dan's chest, and he smirks.

"Don't start a pillow fight with me, Lester." Dan growls with a grin.

Abi crosses her arms, and steps between the crossfire. Dan holds the thrown pillow in his hands, and Phil blocks Striker protectively with two pillows in each hand.

"Look, you immature rats." she says with a smile. "I never wanted to start a war. Now come on, nerds, because all of us need to get dressed." Phil opens his mouth to try and respond, but Abi cuts him off with a blunt, "Now!" and walks to her room to change.

Dan and Phil exchange looks, Phil's knees digging into the couch.

"Truce?" Dan asks.

Phil shrugs, and Dan nods, turning his head to walk back, but feels a pillow collide at the back of his head. He turns around slowly to see Phil cheekily smiling behind him with his hand extended forwards. Dan gives him a look, and Phil just grins.

"She's not looking."

Dan grins as he chasing Phil back, hopping onto a couch with a pillow in his hand.

"You're on, Lester!" Dan yells, hopping to the black loveseat while dodging a pillow Phil swings over his head. "Let's see how amazing you really are behind that camera! Because you are about to feel the wrath that appears when Dan Howell is on fire!"

"You're going to pay for that pun!" Phil screams, letting out a battle cry, and rolling off the couch to the ground to land a hit on Dan's knee, knocking him to his back onto the couch. Dan laughs, wrestling Phil onto his back. Dan, on top, was hitting Phil with the pillow lightly. Phil squeals and flips him off. He is about to land a hit when they hear a camera snap.

They turn around to see Abi, already dressed in a white summer dress with red cherries, and her hair up in a messy bun. She held a phone in her hand, and the remains of a flash blur in their eyes. Striker trots towards Abi, nuzzling at her feet. She grins.

"Five minutes, boys, or this goes on Twitter for the Phandom to debate. I've already sent it to you."

Dan and Phil scramble to their feet and up the stairs, slamming their doors in unison. Abi smiles, and she flops on the couch, fixing the cushions and pillows.

Seconds after Dan and Phil come down, Abi hears her phone buzz to see that Dan posted it on Twitter anyway. She opens it up and sees that Phil retweeted and replied to his tweet.

danisnotonfire | Dan Howell

roomie just snapped a photo of amazingphil and I having a pillow fight. what happened before is up to you.

She smiles at the picture, then scrolls down to see Phil's tweet.

AmazingPhil | Phil Lester

what happens in the new living room stays in the new living room.

They arrive at seven sharp at the pizzeria. When they walk in, they look around in awe.

Just as PJ promised, it was just liked a 50's diner, with aqua coloured walls, and sliver, bumpy edges around the tables. Soft, cushioned, yellow chairs circled the tables, and the floor was covered in black and white square tiles. A jukebox stood in the corner, and there are people dancing around it to Elvis. Hung on the walls were vinyl cases that Abi secretly fangirled for, and black and white pictures.

A waitress on roller-skates whizzed past Abi, dressed in a pink and white dress with poodles.

"This place is sick." Abi says.

"Please never say 'sick' again. We are nerds, not gangsters." Dan replies, not taking his eyes off the place.

"Okay, stop with the bants you two." Phil says with a smirk. "I think I see PJ and Sophie in the corner there. We should go before one of these roller-skating waitresses decide to roll over my brand new shoes."

Phil points to the corner, and, just as he said, Abi sees PJ and Sophie in a booth in the corner, which was connected to an old car. Abi smiles, and motions for Dan and Phil to follow. They walk to their table, dodging roller-blading waiters and waitresses, and PJ stands up.

"If it isn't the secret threesome!" he greets, hugging them all at once. Abi rolls her eyes.

"You wish, Mr. Smooth." Abi replies, ruffling his hair. "I miss you so much! Haven't seen you since New Year's!"

"Miss you too, b-Bug." PJ grins.

"And Sophie, oh my god, it's been too long!" Abi says with a smile. "I haven't seen you since that Christmas you went to Dan and Phil's! Man, it's been a while. And I love your scarf! Looks pretty on you." Abi then adds with a cheeky smile, "I hope you remember me"

"Of course I remember you!" Sophie giggles. "You are the one who almost knocked into the Christmas tree, then broke a wine glass. And thank you!"

"Yeah, that happened." Abi says with a blush.

"Come, sit; I've already ordered your favourites, so they should be coming soon. Then we can actually dance." PJ says with a smile, scooting over for Phil to sit beside him. Dan and Abi sat across from them, and, as if on cue, a waiter rolled up with their pizza.

"So I got pepperoni, meat special, and veggie pizza!" Sophie says with a smile as the three pizzas are laid in front of them. "And don't worry, Dan, you can take some home. Just please save some for us."

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad." Dan says, before jokingly hugging all the three pizzas, to which everyone laughed.

They ate some pizza, laughing and exchanging funny stories. Eventually, it's been an hour, and they are done as much as they could finish. PJ looks towards the jukebox with a smile, lazily flipping a quarter in his hand, winking at Sophie.

"I got 25 cents, darling," he says with a sly grin. "Wanna dance?"

Sophie giggles. "Let's do it, Peej."

PJ goes to the jukebox, pops in his quarter, and chooses Jailhouse Rock. He motions for Abi, Dan and Phil to come over and dance, and when Dan refuses, Abi just rolls his eyes and drags him to the dance floor, and they both dance.

Phil, still at the booth, stands to go and join them, but then realizes the bill still had to be paid. And, if he could be honest, he knew he wasn't a very good dancer.

For some reason, he felt sad that night as well; maybe it was because they just moved into a new house, or maybe it was because he was going on an American tour, and was pondering of how far he went - were these the crises that Dan had on a weekly basis?

It might've been because he saw Dan and Abi.

The two were dancing to the beat, and Dan attempted to do some sort of Elvis dance move. Abi begs him to stop thrusting, and they all laugh. Phil flops back in the booth seat, watching as their noses almost touched, and their smiles looked as if they could last forever...

"Excuse me, sir?"

Phil looks up, snapping out of his semi-trance to see a girl wearing a pink dress and white apron. She had red hair, and freckles. She was not that tall, but it didn't really matter to Phil. She looked young, however; maybe 25 or 24.

"Yes?" Phil asks sweetly, just like he always did.

The girl smiles. "Your bill?"

Phil sadly smiles, thanking her by a nod, and pays for it as the music transitions to Love Me Tender, and as Elvis' quiet voice allows all couples - including Dan, Abi, Sophie and PJ - to slow dance for a while. The girl sits beside Phil, and the sudden movement is a bit odd. She looks at him quietly, as if observing him.

"Hey, I'm giving you a good tip, don't worry." Phil chuckles.

The girl just puts her chin in her hand. "You're a cute fella, aren't ya? Shouldn't you be dancin' with ya girl?"

Her voice is accented, but it's not British; Phil can't really determine what accent she had, but knew she was from America. He smiles anyway, fiddling with the collar of his blue and green checkered polo shirt. He shyly looks up at the red-head.

"I-I..." Phil wonders why he is so nervous, but manages to speak. "I'm single."

Real smooth, Phil. he thinks bitterly, Real smooth.

"Well, ain't it my lucky day." she says with a smile, extending her hand while chewing bubble gum. "I'm Rosalina Sals. But you can call me Rosa. Or your girlfriend, if you want to do either, which is fine with me."

She has a lot of confidence, Phil will give her that. When she winks at him, he blushes, shaking her hand while pushing up his black glasses.

"I'm Phil Lester." he says, praying she wouldn't recognize him -

"Oh, you're AmazingPhil!" she says, and Phil's face almost falls. "Yeah, my cousin watches your videos."

"How sweet." Phil says, keeping up his happy demeanour.

"But I don't care if you're famous or anything." Rosalina says with a grin. "I just care that you are attractive and that you are one of the most loneliest things that could be in this very diner. No nice boy like you should be all alone. I think you deserve someone."

Elvis' silky voice sings about love, and it reminds Phil of his longing for a new face, and a new romance. He braves a smile.

"Yeah, I shouldn't be lonely." Phil says with a confident smile. Rosa's mouth grows into a smile almost as big as his.

When he sees his friends come back, he stands and smiles.

"Thanks, Rosa. Hope I can see you again soon." he says, hugging her briefly. He heard her breath hitch, but he ignores that with a smile; he's a bit too happy to care about of that. He feels Rosa nuzzle against his back, and they pull apart when Dan, Abi, PJ and Sophie get into their view. They say their goodbyes.

As the four leave the diner, Rosa calls after Phil for the receipt, which he takes with a smile.

His smile grows when he looks at the bottom of the paper.

someone can love you better ~rosa xx

On the bottom is her number, and Phil pockets it with a small grin.

When they get home, Phil and Abi go straight to their rooms, but just as Dan leaves to his, he hears a knock from the door. Sighing, he trudges to the door, and opens it to find a package lying on the front of their steps. He looks down the street and sees the silhouette of someone walking away. He shrugs, closing the door, locking it, and opens the package.

He manages to pry it open, and sees a small note and a plastic bag. He can hear rain as he holds the note into the light.

little snippet of how much i love you ~endtheroomie

He holds up the plastic bag, his eyes widening.

A small locket of blackish hair shone in the light. There were streaks of ginger, and that's when it hits Dan.

It's Phil's hair.

Thunder roars when Dan gasps, covering his mouth before he can scream. He opens a window and frantically throws the package out the window, watching in terror as it is dissolved into water. He shuts the window with a soft bang, and stumbles up the stairs.

His vision is blurring, and his heartbeat raced.

Someone knows where we live. he thinks in panic. Not even a few days in this house, and someone already knows the address. Someone has touched Phil and snipped off his hair. Someone knows where we are going. Someone knows everything.

As he stumbles to his room in the hallway, he hears a camera click.

He stops immediately, and everything fades to black.

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