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)


9. Birthday

Aeryn's POV


It's my birthday. Ew.

Mati's still asleep, so I'll leave her be, but she'll probably attack me when I get home from work. Yeah, it's also my first day of work. Of course, I haven't told Phil it's my birthday, because I don't want attention from it. I just have to make sure Mati doesn't let it slip. Easy enough.

"You good to go?" Phil asks, leaning in the doorway of our flat.

"Yeah, just give me a second," I say, trying to find my keys.

I find them, and shove them in the front pocket of my bag, before happily going over to Phil. It's 9am, my shift starts at 9:30, and should be finished at 4:30. That's not too bad, especially since I get paid £11 an hour. That's almost double minimum wage, so it's decent enough for me. 

"Morning," he greets me, giving me a quick kiss.

"Morning," I reply, smiling at him.

The patisserie has a dress code of black or white, so I'm wearing black, straight leg jeans, a white button down, and black Converse. My hair is tied up, into a messy bun, my fringe clipped back for health and safety reasons. I have the blouse tucked in, so that I look smarter, and my make-up is natural. 

"You look really cute, in your work outfit," he tells me, interlacing our fingers.

"Thanks, boo," I blush, biting my bottom lip.

We get in the lift, no one else with us this time, "So, I want to ask you something," he says.

"What's that?" I ask, a little bit worried.

He swallows a little bit too loudly, before continuing, "I know we've only had two dates, and we only met a few days ago, but I really, really like you," he starts, making me blush, "and I want to ask you to be my girlfriend?" 

Quickly, I nod, "Yes, definitely."

His face breaks out into the brightest smile ever, and he pulls me into a really tight hug. I don't mind, as I hug him back, the side of my face squashed against his chest. Let's just take a minute to realise that I actually have a boyfriend. A sweet, good looking, well known boyfriend. Get in there!

Hand in hand, we walk to the bakery, Phil telling me how to remember to get here. It's only a five minute walk, but the morning rush hour makes it into fifteen. We left within plenty of time, so I'm a bit early, but it doesn't really matter. Before I walk in, I kiss Phil, and say goodbye to him. His smile is contagious, so I walk in looking happier than what I should probably look like.

"Miss McCoy?" a woman asks, coming out from behind the counter.

"That's me," I nod, deciding to keep the smile on.

"Brilliant! Come with me," she grins, and leads me past the counter, through a door saying 'staff only'.

Her hair is a hazel colour, slicked back into a tight bun. I'm guessing she's in her early thirties, her warm, brown eyes covered by a pair of thin framed glasses. We're about the same height, the same size too. Anyway, she seems really friendly, but for all I know, our boss could be the next casting Godzilla.

"My name's Helen, and I'm in charge whenever the manager isn't around. He's not a very nice guy, but don't worry, he won't be in until later," she tells me, walking down an aisle of lockers, "Here's your locker, we don't have locks, but we have a security camera."

Inside of my locker, there's a white apron, with black marble effect on it. My name tag is over the left breast, and there's a pouch over the lap. On my name tag, it says 'Aeryn' and underneath, it says 'Cake Decorator'. Helen ties up the back for me, and leads me through to the back.

"Here, we have the ovens, and baking area," she tells me, gesturing to a huge kitchen area, with people rolling out pastries, kneading bread dough, or mixing a cake mixture, "Through here is where you'll be working, decorating the orders we get in."

It's a decently sized room, with tables, drawers of equipment necessary, and fridges to keep the materials cool. Two people are already in here, one of them sat on a stool, the other busy rolling out some white icing.

"If you need anything, such as icing, or whatever, we have a few people dotted around who are here to get you anything you need. Their name tags say 'Helper' on them, so don't be shy to ask."

We move further into the room, which is quite bright due to the intense lighting, and Helen grabs a piece of paper from the smaller table at the back. She hands it to me, so I read through it. It's a request, for a birthday cake, with the instructions written in detail.

"Today, you'll be creating this, and you have enough time to let it roll into tomorrow, too. As it's such a big demand for a first day, we've gotten you some help," she gestures to the boy sat on a stool, and he gives a really cute wave to us, "That's PJ, he's been working here for a few months, so he's experienced enough. I'll let you two get on with it, any questions, ask anyone around."

Quickly, she's back out the front, a smile on her face to serve any awaiting customers. Nervously, I look at PJ, recognising him from somewhere. His hair is dark brown, in a mop of curls on top of his head, but it really suits him. His eyes are bright green, and I mean bright, standing out on his chiselled face. He's really tall, dressed in an outfit similar to mine, and our name tags are exactly the same, but his obviously says PJ.

PJ! From the Fantastic Foursome! One of Phil's best friends!

"You're PJ!" I say, probably sounding like a right idiot to anyone who doesn't know him.

"Hi," he smiles, standing up, "You're not a fangirl, are you?"

I shake my head, quite excited to be working with someone Phil knows, "No, no, I'm Phil's girlfriend!"

"Oh!" we go into a conversation about mine and Phil's relationship, as we both read through the order.

The order is a cake in the shape of an electric guitar, saying 'Happy 16th Birthday Eric' next to it, on the board. They want the guitar to be red, with a white scratch plate. This doesn't seem too bad, they only want it to be a foot long, so that's okay.

"Have you ever done something like this before?" I ask PJ, putting the order down.

"Nope, I'm usually on cupcake duty," he shrugs slightly, giving me lopsided smile.

"Brilliant," I mutter, as PJ collects the stuff we need.

Together, we create what's been asked for. PJ works on the larger details, whereas I add the smaller things, working as a team. It's not the best in the world, but it's reasonably good. I'd appreciate it, if I was given a cake on the same level. This kid is only sixteen, he'd probably be happy with a plain cake.

In the locker room, we grab our stuff, and we're ready to leave, but we're stopped. A man clad in a charcoal, three piece suit looks down on us. His blond hair is combed back, and stubble lines his jaw, making him look really manly. A pair of morbid blue eyes glare at us, not the beautiful kind of blue, like Phil's eyes. Now is really not the time to think about Phil.

He then yells at us in his deep voice, because the cake isn't good enough. Specifically, I'm not good enough. I'm going to assume this guy is our boss. My ego has never been particularly high, but that just sunk what I had left like the Titanic. Also, he picks on PJ, saying that he expects better. The icing on the cake (no pun intended), is that we have to stay behind, and perfect the cake.

Groaning, we go back to work, to try and reach our boss' expectations, whatever they are. In fact, we try to impress him so much, we work through to 8:00pm, that's three and a half hours past our shifts. Anyway, we get it finished, thinking it looks a whole lot better, and leave before we can be told otherwise.

"See you tomorrow," PJ tiredly mumbles, giving me a brief hug.

"Yeah," I murmur back, heading down the street.

I unlock my phone to get a bunch of missed calls, and texts, some of which are even from Dan. Ignoring them all, not feeling up to it, I go on Twitter to find some funny tweets, to cheer me up. Unfortunately, that's not what I find. Instead, I find a bunch of pictures, of Phil and I. Pictures, from when we went swimming. Pictures, from when I showed him my rose tattoo, on my inner thigh. As if in, there are pictures on the internet of Phil looking at my open legs!

Honestly, I just want to cry. I want to sit on my bed, surrounded by pillows, and cry. I know it seems stupid to cry over that, but little things have been building up. The move, caused me a lot of stress; my boss telling me I'm not good enough; having to keep a secret from Mati; people sending me hate because of being with Phil; and God dammit it's my birthday.

Going ahead with that plan, I walk into my flat, dump my bag on the floor, and collapse on the sofa. Letting out a really loud sob, I pull my knees up to my chest, knowing Mati isn't home. She wouldn't be in the flat, in the dark, by herself, when there's a perfectly good Dan next door. Frustrated, I grab a cushion, hugging it, as well as my legs. God dammit emotions.

My phone starts ringing, so I pick it up, "Hello?" well, that sounds not like I'm crying at all.

"Hey beautiful- Wait, are you crying? Aeryn, what's wrong?" Phil says, and I try to process the amount of questions.

"I'm not crying," *sniff* "Why did you call?"

Before I know it, the door to the flat has opened, and Phil is at my side, hugging me. He doesn't ask me what's wrong again, he just sits beside me, letting me cry in his arms. We're still in the dark, which is pretty beneficial, because no one is a pretty crier. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" he whispers, once I've quietened down.

"I just... I had a really bad day, you know?" I say, wiping my eyes.

"It's okay. It's just a bad day, not a bad life, everything will be fine," he kisses my hair, and I smile, "Why don't you get cleaned up, and come over? Mati's missed you."

Nodding, I get up, and quickly go to get changed. I change into a pair of ripped, skinny jeans, a black jumper with the Batman logo on it, with a white polo shirt underneath, the collar sitting over the neck of the jumper. I slip on a pair of black Converse, and sort my make-up out. I look like the newest member of Black Veil Brides, so I quickly take it off, and reapply it. 

"Are you okay now?" Phil asks, his arm around my waist.

"I'm fine," I nod, smiling reassuringly.

"Good," he smiles back, and kisses my forehead, before taking me next door.

It's dark in his flat for some reason, so I flick the light on, and my eyes widen in surprise. I slap my hand over my open mouth, not sure what to think. In his lounge, there's a bunch of people, balloons, and they're all cheering. Why the hell- oh... It's my birthday...

"Surprise!" Mati cheers, when everyone else has quietened down.

For some reason, she's holding a rabbit. I'm not even joking, in her arms, there's a cream rabbit with black ears, and feet. 

"Um, Mati, why do you have a rabbit?" I ask, feeling Phil wrap his arms around my waist from behind.

"She's your present," Mati replies, with a 'duh' face, "Phil and Dan bought the stuff she needs, and I bought her. You always fangirl whenever you see a cute rabbit, so I thought, hey, why not?"

It's true. Rabbits are fangirl worthy. They are so freaking cute! They don't take much to look after either, they're quiet, sweet, and poop in one corner. At this point, I realise Dan is recording the scene, so I blush, but I can't help but grin.

"I love you, so much," I say, and she hugs me, giving me the rabbit.

"I love you, too, babe," she replies, scratching the rabbit behind the ears, "She's your to name."

"I vote Llama!" Dan yells, for whatever reasons he wants to call a rabbit Llama.

"That's a stupid name," someone says, and I can see Ciaran amongst the crown. Ciaran is here?!

Being the lovely sister I am, I try to annoy Ciaran, "Llama it is."

Okay, I'll agree, it's a stupid name, but it is kind of cute. Llama, the rabbit. Hehe.

Gently, I put Llama into her hutch, which Mati had already prepared for her. Happily, she begins munching on some hay, so I go back to the rest of the group, looking through everyone who's here. Chris Kendall is here, and so's PJ, a slight smirk on his face. Cheeky. Also, there's Jack and Finn, plus some non-famous people, of course Ciaran too.

"Guys, you didn't have to do this," I say, still smiling like an idiot.

"Don't you tell me what to do," Mati sassily clicks her fingers, "Just chill, eat pizza, and go talk to Chris, because he's extremely weird, just like you."

Oh wow, thanks for that Mati. Instead, I just turn around in Phil's arms, and hug him like it's the end of the world. At first, he's a bit surprised, but hugs me back, nonetheless. Phil hugs are seriously the best, fans that get to hug him are made even luckier because of how good of a hugger he is. 

I walk around, talking to everyone, Phil following me, not letting me let go of his hand. Ciaran is being surprisingly nice to Dan, but he's avoiding Mati. I don't blame him, it would be pretty awkward if they started talking. Mati seems absolutely fascinated by the twins, and is doing telepathy exercises with them, wanting to see if they can communicate. She's done the same to Ciaran and I. It's really quite irritating.

I must admit though, Chris is really cool. Okay, he's not exactly cool, but he's cool to me. He's openly weird, and I like that, because we're all weird, but not many people actually show it. Phil shows it, so that makes me attracted to him like a million times more. Also, my best friend bought me a rabbit for my birthday. I'm used to weird.

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