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], sprinkleofglitter [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...?

Lol, whoops; it's been almost a month :P But I swear, I'm trying; school just kind of hates me right now, and I'm more focused on the shit-storm of videos that Dan and Phil are pumping out. I have every right to be a little off-track. Hopefully I can update more regularly (which is kind of like Dan saying he'll upload danisnotinteresting videos, but hey, one can try, am I right?

P.S- Not gonna lie, I cried a little during this chapter, since it is focused on TATINOF ending, and with the documentary and tour trailers, I am just so frickin' proud to be part of the Phandom. What a time to be alive :) The title is obviously dramatized for the sake of making an MCR reference :P

P.P.S- Forget everything I said about Australian TATINOF not happening; it will happen, just not descriptively. I changed it for the sake of the plot; you'll know in the next chapter ;)

Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 22: Make A Wish When Your Stage Show Dies

Abi's heart pounds in her chest; why is she in Phil's bed? Why was she naked? The questions seemed to bubble up in her mind, brewing some sort of an anxious rant that was ready to explode out of her.

She stands up shakily, a small shot of pain aching through her skull. She knew she was hungover; her head was hurting, her vision was blurry, and the lights were threatening to shine brighter than the sun.

She struggles to remember what happened last night; she can remember the fancy restaurant incident with Dan, and she can vaguely recall entering the nightclub. From there, it was blurry; flashing lights, music pounding on the speakers, shots, and dancing with some brunette she couldn't really remember.

Abi groggily looks around, feeling a bit uncomfortable that she was naked, as if someone was watching her. She walks slowly to Phil's closet, and pulls out his dark blue robe, wrapping it around her to cover her bare body. From there, she stares at the foot of the bed.

Clothes. It's the first thing she can see. Her clothes were scattered all over the ground, and Phil's t-shirt. Why was Phil's t-shirt on the ground?

Abi's heart begins racing; Phil's t-shirt was on the ground. It was his bright blue pixel-pop t-shirt. She didn't remember Phil wearing it; he wore his blue blazer last night, with a white dress-shirt. His pixel-pop t-shirt was what he wore to bed though…

Abi's head hurts from all the thinking. She goes towards the full-length mirror that was leaning on the wall, tripping over the lump that was her red cocktail dress. She shudders at the sight of it, and looks at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was still in a bun, but it was messier than it was. The golden pin must've fallen out somewhere, since it was obviously not there anymore. Her glasses were lopsided on her face; to be fair, she didn't even know she still had them on. Her black heels were beside the foot of the mirror.

"Abi?"

Abi jumps, turning around at the sound of the voice.

"P-Phil?" she stutters.

Phil was standing there, with his white dress-shirt buttoned down. He was wearing his black glasses, and they too were lopsided. He was wearing the pants from last night, but his blazer was nowhere to be seen. His hair was in layered flops, turning into some sort of quiff.

"When did you wake up?" His voice is raspy and quiet; he must be hungover as well. She shakes her head, walking through the battle-field of clothes and shoving past Phil, made her way to the kitchen. Phil follows.

"Just now," she says with a shrug, moving to the small counter and getting two glasses. She is about to reach for the Advil in the cupboard, but Phil beats her to it, swinging it open and grabbing the container.

"Same," Phil says, tapping out four capsules. "Martyn has been driving for quite some while; we should get to Hollywood in three more hours. The plan is to get over our hangovers for the day, grab some lunch this afternoon, and then just chill here 'till tomorrow. We're sleeping in the tour bus this time, by the way; they are taking the hotel."

Abi nods, and he takes the water Abi prepared, swallowing the two of them with a big gulp. He offers to pills to Abi, and she manages a small smile, drinking it quietly.

"Thanks," she says. Phil shrugs.

"No big deal."

They remain quiet for a few minutes, and Abi's eyes waver towards her and Dan's room with the door closed. Phil saw what she was looking at, and he sighs, grabbing a mug and preparing some coffee.

"We didn't have sex last night," Phil says, knowing what she was thinking. Abi's eyes shoot up.

"Are you serious?" Abi says with a small sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

Phil frowns, and Abi blushes, adding, "I mean, not like I'd not want to have sex with you or anything, but -"

"No, no, don't worry; me neither," he says with a chuckle, placing his mug under the coffee machine.

"I wouldn't want to upset Mr. Golden Boy over in the other room, if you know what I mean. I need him, you know; I make money off of him."

Abi fights the urge to laugh and masks it with more curiosity.

"Your t-shirt was on the ground."

Phil bites his lip and faces Abi. "Dan told me he was digging through my closet last night to try and find some condoms."

She nearly chokes on nothing at all.

"D-Dan? C-Condoms? What do you mean?" Her words come out as panicked and stutters. "Don't tell me...don't tell me that I had sex with Dan. Did I fuck Dan? Why was it in you room? P-Phil, please tell me -"

Phil rushes over and pulls out a chair beside Abi, rubbing he shoulder reassuringly.

"I passed out in your room, so I guess you and Dan went to my room. I don't know what you did together, but I think that's something you should probably talk about to Dan, if you know what I mean."

Abi's eyes travel back to their enclosed room.

"Is he awake?"

Phil nods. "He was the first to get up, then woke me up five minutes before you woke up, I guess. He basically kicked me out."

It's meant to be a joke, but Abi somewhat believes it.

"Cornelia and Martyn?"

"Out."

"And we have a day off today?"

"Yeah, tomorrow's the last day."

The words almost come out as choked sobs. Phil took a breath and gave a shaky smile. Abi stands up and pulls Phil onto his feet, giving him a big hug. Phil smiles behind her back, giving her a soft squeeze.

"Congratulations, Phil," Abi whispers. "You did it."'

Phil pulls back with a small smile.

"I guess we did," Phil says, ruffling her hair. "Anyway, I guess should you start talking to Dan, should you? Before I start crying and stuff."

Abi manages a smile. "I guess I have to."

Silence.

"Thanks, Phil," Abi adds feebly, halfway towards their bedroom.

Phil turns around and smiles. "Thank you."

Abi opens the door slowly, letting it creak. Dan is the first thing she sees.

He's on the bed, sitting there as if nothing happened. Abi suddenly realizes she is still wearing a robe, and desperately wishes she could change into something more presentable.

To her defense, he didn't look too well either. His eyes were dazed and blown wide open, and he was wearing his golden blazer with nothing underneath, revealing slightly tanned chest. His hair was in frazzled curls - though that might be the only thing Abi really liked.

"Good morning," Dan says, his voice as raspy as Phil's. Abi folds her hands behind her back.

"Good morning," she says back, going over to sit beside him. Dan looks at Abi's choice of apparel, and smile softly.

"You're wearing Phil's robe." The sentence comes out as a dumbfounded statement. Abi finds herself blushing softly.

"I am," she says, "but only because I couldn't find anything else to wear."

"You could've just worn your dress from last night." Even Dan knew the reason, but he let Abi say it anyway. She sighs.

"Because it was on the floor of Phil's room, and I didn't want to put it back on."

Dan sucks in a breath. "W-Why was it on Phil's floor?"

She faces him and says, "Because we had sex in there."

Dan's eyes are wide, and silence passed.

One.

Two.

Three -

Dan collapses into hysterics, laughing and crying. Abi looks at him, shell-shocked, and fights the urge to smack the back of his head.

"What the hell, Dan?!" she yells angrily.

Dan doesn't answer. He's too busy wiping the tears from his face. Abi shakes her head in disbelief.

"Dan, this isn't funny!" Abi exclaims, trying not to sound like a child whining. "We had drunk sex in Phil's room! Why aren't you taking this as seriously as I am?!"

Dan shrugs and replies, "Maybe it's because I know we didn't have sex."

Abi's breath hitches. "W-What?"

Dan nods. "We didn't have sex, Abi. I mean, I don't remember much from last night - other than the fact that we drank a lot, resulting in this terrible hangover - but I know we didn't have sex."

"T-Then why did I wake up naked?" she stutters; things weren't matching up. "Why are my clothes on the ground? A-And Phil said you were looking for a con-"

"Yeah, I was," Dan says, blood rushing to his cheeks. "I mean, I think the intention was to have sex, but we probably passed out before we could do anything other than stripping off our clothes.'

"How do you remember this?" Abi asks. "You were as drunk as I was. Or at least, I assume you were; I know you wouldn't try to do anything stupid -"

Dan shook his head. "Of course not."

"...so we didn't do anything."

"Yes."

Abi puffs out a sigh of relief, letting her back hit the surface of the bed. She stares at the ceiling.

"Thank god," she says with a small smile. She feels Dan fall flat on his back beside her. He turns his head and smiles at Abi.

"I know. It sucks that for the two times that I got blackout drunk with you, nothing happened. Just some stripping and that's it; not even a flimsy kiss or anything." Dan smiles, then adds, "Maybe third time's the charm."

Abi's cheeks go red. "Go eat breakfast, Dan. I think Phil's pouring us some cereal."

"How do you think Striker's doing?" Phil asks later that night, when they were all eating dinner. "It's been nearly three months since we've last seen him."

Dan replies through a mouth full of Chinese takeout, "Do you think Chris and PJ let him starve to death?"

Abi shudders at the thought. "Shut up, Dan!"

Martyn laughs, sneaking a glance at the sun setting over the horizon.

"Our free day comes and goes, my friends," he says. "Here ends the last free day of the whole entire tour."

"Last free day?" Cornelia echoes. Phil nods solemnly.

"Yup. Tomorrow's the last show, then we're going back."

Cornelia's eyes widen as she asks, "Is it actually the last show tomorrow? Is Hollywood the last show before we go home?"

Dan nods wordlessly. Abi leans back in her chair.

"I can't believe it's over," she says quietly. "It's been a really awesome three months. I mean, we've went absolutely everywhere; we even went to Canada…"

"A very small part of Canada, mind you," Dan says with a smile. "Maybe we can visit more of it in the future; perhaps after the tour and documentary come out."

The thought totally escaped her mind; she had forgotten that the whole thing was being filmed. There were camera people following their tour bus, but she made sure that she wasn't part of anything. Still, it was cool seeing Dan and Phil do all these different things for the tour; they never exercised so much in their life, to say the least.

"Speaking of which, are we still having the viewing party in October?" Phil asks as he stands up to start clearing the table. Martyn stands to do the same.

"I assume we're invited, right?" Martyn asks with a smirk. Phil fakes a smile.

"Of course," he says, then looks at Dan and whispers loudly, "Dan, put 'em on the list."

This earns some laughs from the group, and everyone helped clear dishes. When it's all done, Dan opens his calendar on his phone.

"On the day of release, right?" Dan asks.

Phil hums a "yes", and Dan mumbles his gratitude, typing out a reminder. Abi smiles, twirling around and grabbing the two Brits' shoulders.

"Well y'all should probably get some sleep!" Abi chirps. "You have a big day tomorrow."

Phil and Dan exchange looks, and they smile.

"We do, don't we?" Phil says with a small smile. They hear the door close; Cornelia and Martyn must've left for their hotel room.

As Abi washes the dishes, Dan ushers Phil over to the couch. He sets his phone beside him, and watches Phil sit down beside him.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Phil asks. Dan looks over to Abi to see if she's listening - he knows she is, but now he doesn't care - and looks at Phil.

"I just want to say thanks for the best almost-seven years I've ever had," Dan mumbles quietly. Phil looks at Dan with wide eyes.

"P-Pardon?" he asks. Dan shrugs.

"I just wanted to say thanks," Dan repeats. "You are the only reason I went this far. You...you are kind of my saviour."

Phil blushes. "Well, I wouldn't have made it without you as well, Dan. You always have to remember that you got yourself here too. Those extra three million people know that."

Now Dan feels himself go red, and he says, "It shouldn't be that way."

"No matter," Phil says with a shrug; "numbers don't matter to me anyway."

"Nonetheless, thank you, Phil," Dan says with a soft smile. "I'm so glad you answered those stalker-ish six years ago."

Phil leans back in his seat. "Has it really been that long?"

Dan laughs and replies, "Yeah, I know. We're almost hitting seven years since Phil is not on fire, you know. It's shocking."

Phil squeezes Dan's hand. "Now look where we are."

Dan finds himself staring at Abi a bit, who he knew was smiling.

"Look where we are," Dan echoes quietly. Phil grins.

"I'm so glad I met you, Dan," Phil whispers. Dan looks at Phil, and flashes him a small smile, squeezing his hand back.

"I'm so glad I met you too."

They lock eyes for a while before Abi goes up to them with a grin. Dan felt his phone vibrating from beside him - it was a blocked number anyway; he can listen to the voicemail later - and moved so Abi could sit in the middle. His hand brushes against hers, and she reels back with a small blush. Dan notices and pulls his hand back softly with cheeks as red as hers.

"You too are the cutest things ever," Abi gushes, then adds a little more quieter, "I am glad I met you guys as well, by the way."

Phil squeezes her shoulder. "Us too."

Dan is now checking his voicemail, putting it on speaker and listening to the new message.

"Hey, Daniel!"

The voice sent shivers down his spine right away; it was deep and masked with some sort of voice-alteration machine.

Phil and Abi quiet down to listen to the message as well, and Dan, kind of anticipating who it was, listened with a fast-paced heart.

"I heard it's your last show. Very happy for you as always! You've come so far from when I used to watch you from your apartment window. Is Roomie with you guys? I've seen you walking to and from your tour bus. She's not that cute, to be honest; someone can definitely love you more. And did you get my present? It wasn't hard to get; that boy is basically out when he's asleep."

Abi's eyes dart towards Dan, whose hand was shaking. Phil leans in forward.

"I look forward to finally stroking that lovely fringe of yours! Every phangirl's dream, huh? Only some try though - I am definitely one of them. Kisses from endtheroomie."

Met with a dial-tone, the three exchange nervous glances.

"D-Dan," Abi says slowly, trying to mask her stutter; "who was that?"

Dan can't find words to speak. His breathing sped up, and he feels his heart pounding against his chest. He stutters a bit, nearly dropping his phone. Phil gently pushes him back on the chair.

"Dan, please talk," Phil says. "What is that person talking about?"

"S-Stalker," Dan manages to choke out. "It's a stalker. The first time I actually noticed them was at the hospital. I went out for a while and got a text from this person. I blocked them, thinking I wouldn't hear from them again. Then they commented on our roommate tag video - the one I deleted, remember?"

Abi nods. "You were freaked out. I was wondering why you deleted that."

Dan sighs. "I was. It was scary. This person knew our phone number, and the person threatened Abi. I wanted to go to the police about it, but I just figured it was going to pass. I reported and deleted her account later that night."

"Okay, but that doesn't explain much about how they were able to contact you in the first place," Phil says. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want to worry you guys," Dan says quietly. "I'm sorry."

"Is there anything else?" Abi asks.

Dan nods. "The night I fainted. It wasn't because I was tired or anything; this person - 'endtheroomie' or what their name is - sent a snippet of Phil's hair."

Phil's hand instinctively goes to his head, and Abi stifles her gasps in her hands.

"Holy crap," Abi whispers. Dan nods.

"This person knows my number, they know where we live, they touched Phil…" Dan trails off, panic rising in his voice. Phil shakes his head.

"Dan, we need to go to the police about this."

"We can't!" Dan blurts out. "We can't draw this kind of attention to ourselves, Phil. If too many people know, then something bad can happen to any one of us; they already threatened Abi multiple times, a-and -"

Dan was cut off by choking on his own words. He didn't want to finish his sentence. Abi rubs Dan's shoulder.

"Although we're upset that you didn't tell us, we'll keep it secret for now," Abi says quietly, then faces Phil and says, "We're gonna keep this under the wraps for now. If anything turns up, then we go to the police."

Phil hesitates, looks at both his friends, and then sighs in defeat.

"Fine. We keep it a secret for now. But the moment something turns up -"

"We will tell the police. We can even tweet it out or something, to get the person to stop," Dan says firmly. "For now, I just want all accounts linked to 'endtheroomie' to be deleted and reported. Maybe we can stop this person," Dan says in a big rush. Abi sighs.

"Slow down, Dan; you're going to give yourself a heart attack." Abi coaxes Dan to take deep breaths, and then looks at the time; 9:00 pm.

"We should go to bed," Phil says quietly. "We're going to forget about it for now, and have a damn great show tomorrow."

"Preach," Dan says with a soft giggle, and in five seconds, the anxiety from before has been washed away by fatigue.

Too lazy and comfortable to go to their rooms, Phil gets a blanket and a few pillows and they all crash on the couch.

When Phil's fast asleep, and Dan is blinking in and out of consciousness, Abi tiredly snuggles into Dan's chest. Dan sleepily smiles.

"Love you," he mumbles. Abi looks up at him, and smiles softly.

"I...I think I love you too."

Abi closes her eyes, but Dan's stay open; he's going to run on coffee for the next twenty-four hours.

The crowd was absolutely insane. Despite Dan and Phil warning her, Abi was able to sneak into the crowd to watch the show from the crowd's perspective. Luckily, she was unrecognized, but it was amazing to see Dan and Phil perform live on-stage.

They were so animated. It was amazing - no pun intended. She knew the whole outline of the show by heart since she attended nearly every rehearsal and was at every show, but somehow they do this new "thing" every time that made her collapse in hysterics.

Dan was shining in that golden suit - literally. And while Phil was absolutely wonderful throughout the whole show as always, there was something about Dan that seemed...right.

His smile was wider, his laughs were more real, and at the end of the show, something happened she wasn't expecting.

Dan looked straight at her.

Well, it might've not been right at her, since she was so lost in the whole crowd, but it seemed like his stare was burning into hers.

"Thank you, Hollywood!" Phil screams over the loud noise at the very end. "You made the ending of TATINOF: America the best one it could ever be!"

Eyes locked on Abi, Dan smiles and yells, "We love you! I love you!"

It was directed to the crowd. It drives them nuts, and Abi would normally enjoy seeing them rile a crowd up like that. But this time, it felt like he was trying to make her go crazy.

She wasn't sure if she hated it as much as she should've.

When Abi met Dan and Phil in the parking lot late after the last show, Phil breaks down into tears when he runs into her arms.

"I-It's over," he chokes out. "We did it. We fucking did it."

Hearing Phil swear out of tears of happiness didn't really faze Abi. Dan hugs the two of them.

"I can't believe TATINOF is finished," Dan sniffles. "We have come so far. We went to so many places. I think this was the biggest adventure I've ever been on."

"It was definitely the most fun I've ever had," Abi says with a small smile. Phil wipes the tears from his eyes and they walk towards the tour bus.

"Me too," Phil gushes. "During the meet and greet, a fan literally reduced me to tears. She said that my videos saved her...that is literally the most rewarding thing at the end of the day."

Dan shrugs. "It wasn't the most fun I've ever had though."

Abi and Phil stop in their tracks. "What do you mean?"

Dan smiles fondly. "October 25th, 2009; the most fun I've ever had."

And now all of them are in tears in front of their tour bus, and in front of Drake the bodyguard, who just patted their back and let them be.

"I-I love you so much, guys," Phil says through tears. "Thank you so much."

They pull back a few moments later, and as they go in the tour bus, Dan smiles.

"At least we have Australia, am I right?" Dan says with a chuckle. Abi rolls her eyes.

"Way to ruin it, Dan," Abi chuckles.

Silence. Cornelia and Martyn were out getting some dinner. Dan looks at the dark sky.

"What now?"

Silence again. Abi smiles.

They eat ice-cream outside their tour bus, watching the stars glisten above the roof of the Dolby theater.

"Make a wish when your stage show dies," Abi says when they see a shooting star. Dan smiles at the reference.

"I wish we can be like this every night," Dan whispers.

Phil grins. "I do too, Dan. I do too."

Next chapter is coming out on October 5th [I hope :P]! Look forward to that, I guess. Though you are probably all going to be watching the TATINOF documentary, so read this after, okay? (And please find a way to show it to me :P)

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