MatiIsNotOnFire & AmazingAeryn (Dan & Phil FanFic)

When Mati and Aeryn move into a new flat, they least expect to be next door to Dan Howell and Phil Lester. It all kicks off when the girls start playing My Chemical Romance at full volume, drawing the guy's attention. Dan wants to join the party, but Phil isn't so pleased - until he sees Aeryn. The guys are shocked at first, when the girls don't recognise them from YouTube, but then they see it as a way to make genuine friends (or more?;). That is, until Aeryn figures it out, but promises to keep their fame a secret from Mati.
Mati and Dan end up being in the same law class, whereas Phil likes to stalk Aeryn to her job, at the bakery. Mati still doesn't know the boys are famous, even when they participate in some videos, thinking it's 'just a vlog'. But what will happen if she ever finds out they're famous?

Aeryn's P.O.V written by Teri (Terrance)
Mati's P.O.V written by Molly (Molsy)

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23. Skipping Rope

Aeryn's POV

It's about 1am, but Dylan and I are still awake. Mainly due to the fact he had to get me some ice, for my busted lip. He... Accidentally... Pushed me into a shelf and stuff. In other words, he punched me in the face. He didn't mean it though, he apologised and said he wasn't thinking properly. That happens a lot.

"I'm sorry, babe," he says, holding the ice to my bottom lip.

"It's okay," I force a smile, taking a seat on his sofa.

He takes a seat beside me, kissing my neck pretty roughly. I hold my sigh in, knowing it could end in another accident. Aggressively, he grabs my boob, and I wince, but let him go ahead anyway. Phil would never do tha- Phil doesn't matter anymore, Aeryn.

There's a knock on the front door, causing us both to jump. Dylan gets up, wandering over to the window, peeking out of the blinds. His jugular vein stands to attention, a very unattractive crease forming between his eyebrows. Quietly, I stand, walking over to him, but he shoves me back.

"Go upstairs," he demands.

"Who's outside-"

"Go upstairs," he repeats, snarling ever so slightly.

Silently, I walk away, quickly following his orders. I sit at the top of the stairs, trying to hear who's daring enough to bother Dylan so late. Or early. Either way. I hear the door unlatch, and feel a cool breeze brush over my bare arms. Shivering, I lean against the wall, listening carefully.

"What do you want?" Dylan says in a bored tone.

"Where's Aeryn?" an all too familiar Welsh accent asks.

"Last I heard, she was with that Phil guy," he nonchalantly reply.

Lying bitch.

"We're both fully aware that's not the answer I was looking for," Mati sarcastically bites back.

"Wow, bitch has bite," Dylan provokes, and I can hear the smirk on his stupid face.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she bites back, "Now, where's Aeryn?"

He makes a mumbling sound, that sounds like I don't know. I roll my eyes, feeling a tear slip out as I did so. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I dab my finger over my lip, to find it still bleeding. I need stitches. Perfect!

"Dylan!" I call out, pretending to forget about the person at the door.

He makes a grunting sound and I snicker, wiping my tears away. Happily, I skip downstairs, and act surprised to see Mati. She cocks her eyebrow at Dylan, folding her arms over her chest. You can practically smell her smugness.

"What are you doing here, bitch?" I say, winking at her.

"Nothing. I believe you have one of my shirts and I want it back," she snaps, going along with it.

"Fine, I'll go get it," I spin on my heel, heading upstairs to just grab a bunch of stuff that I'm going to need, if I'm getting the hell out of here.

I run back downstairs, straight past Dylan, and out the door. Mati smirks, once again, cocking her eyebrow at him.

"Fucking bitch!" he screams, shoving Mati out of the way.

He runs after me, demanding for me to follow his orders. Beginning to cry, I run faster, not daring to look behind myself. Then, I hear him yelp, along with a loud thud. Slowing down, I turn around, to see him face down on the ground, Mati on his back. She's screaming at him in Welsh, holding his head down by the back of his neck.

"Get off, you crazy bitch!" he grunts, trying to throw her off balance.

"Don't you dare," a slap to his upper arm, "even consider," a punch to the nape of his neck, "Touching my best friend," a blow to the back of his head, "Ever again," another slap, "Or I'll rip your intestines out," an even heavier blow to the back of his head, "And use them as a skipping rope!" she screams, knocking him out cold.

In shock, I just stare, as she stands up, dusting herself off. She's dressed for clubbing, but I don't question it. Instead, I just continue to stare, completely amazed.

"You are so, so fucking stupid," she shakes her head in disappointment, but pulls me into a hug anyway.

"I know, I'm sorry, Mati," I sob, shivering against the cold again.

"It's okay," she murmurs quietly, pulling her phone out of her bra, to call the police.

"God damn it Mati! We just go to park the car and we already have a casualty!" a familiar voice calls out, running up to us.

I turn, to see Dan coming towards us, out of breath from running for one minute. Phil's somewhere close behind him and I find myself fixing my gaze on the floor. I hear Mati explain the situation to the person on the other end of the phone, while Phil's eyes are trained on me.

Awkwardly, I clear my throat, scuffing my bare feet on the floor. So, I remembered to grab my phone, but not a pair of shoes. Seems logical, right? Right...? Anyway, my feet start turning blue, so I look away from them, putting the ice back to my lip.

"What did he do to you?" Phil asks, lifting my chin, so that he can get a better view on my lip.

"Nothing..." I mumble, "I was just being clumsy..."

"I know that's a lie," he whispers sadly, pulling me into his arms.

I start to sob uncontrollably, grabbing the front of his shirt for comfort. Sniffling too, he rubs my back, bringing some heat back into my skin. Shamelessly, I drip tears onto his shirt, trembling against him. Why did we have to have that argument? God, we're stupid.

"I'm sorry, really, I am," he says, his voice muffled by my hair.

"I'm sorry, too," I sob back.

"Sappy little shits," Mati mumbles, and we hear the sound of sirens in the distance.

The police ask a bunch of questions, and make the promise of contacting us for Dylan's trial. Exhausted, I let Phil carry me back to the car, not wanting to walk with bare feet. Once in the car, I fall asleep on Phil's shoulder and I guess the rest is a blur.

All I know, is that everything's okay again.

 

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