CY4658 Writes

Was it possible it came from the coffee shop below my apartment building? Wherever it was coming from, it made my stomach growl.

Wrapped my wet hair on a towel and put on my robe; as I opened the bathroom door, the scent was more intense.

No way! I thought to myself.

I poked my head over the counter and there he was Dan on his flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt. Humming AND cooking.

He didn’t hear me come out of the shower; maybe he didn’t even notice I was awake yet.

-Excuse me. I cleared my throat. What are you….?

-Pancakes! Didn’t you say yesterday you much rather be waken up with this over music? He said without even facing me, fully focused on the stove.

-I remember saying something about a kiss too. I giggled.

-Well I’m kind of busy at the moment. He turned his head towards me shooting me a smile.

I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head on his back.

-This smells delicious. I don’t recall ever having pancakes before.

-I know! You didn’t have anything I could have used to make them. I had to go to my flat and ransack our fridge.

-Sorry! I’m pretty basic when it comes to breakfast. Coffee, toast and I’m on my way.

-I can tell. Why don’t you go get dress before you get sick again? Not that I mind the robe at all. He said with a wink.

I cupped his cheeks on my hands and planted a small kiss before heading to my room.

It didn’t take me that long to get dressed as I already knew what I was going to wear so I used the few extra minutes to put on some light makeup. There wasn’t much time to do a full face so I limited it to some foundation, concealer, and loose powder to set it all; A hint of blush and mascara.

I made it back to the kitchen and found Dan already seated in one of the stools.

Our food was served, a few pancakes for each of us, a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee.

-Oh my god, this smells delicious. Thank you.

-Don’t thank me until you’ve tried them. He smiled.

We ate our breakfast as we talk a little. I’m telling you, it was the best breakfast I had in a long while and the fact that Dan made it for me, made it taste even better.

I caught myself staring at him a few times; he probably noticed but was too focused on his food to even say something to me.

I liked the view almost as much as the way that he made me feel. I liked him, I really did. It was bizarre, as I don’t tend to grow attached to people I barely know but there was something about Dan that would make you love him even at first glance. Well…technically, at second in my case.

-I really have to get going. I announced as I was taking our dishes to the sink.

-Yeah I know, unfortunately I can’t persuade you stay in, can I?

-I’d love to stay and hang out but I have an office to run, a dress to pick and…

-A dress? Like in…

-The dress I’ll be wearing to your gala.

­-Oh! Will you show me?

-No way in hell! It’ll be a surprise.

-I normally don’t like surprises but I guess I can live with it for just a few days. Can you at least give me a hint? He said as he put his hands together as he was praying.

-It’s purple.

I grabbed my stuff and before leaving, I put on some perfume.

-I love the smell of it. He said grabbing the bottle

-Thanks. It’s my signature scent. I’ve been wearing the same perfume for 10 years now.

He vowed down and brushed his nose through my neck so as to fill his lungs with my perfume and leaving goose bumps all over my body.

-It definitely suits you.

-Stop it, Dan! I said as felt my cheeks turn bright red.

He wrapped his arm around my neck as we walked towards the door.

I locked the door behind me as I turned back to face him. We got lost on each other’s eyes before kissing softly.

-Text me later?

-Pinky promise.

I planted one more peck before the elevator doors shut in front of me.

 ~Time Lapse~

 I was drafting a presentation for Russel as my chat lit up.

Laura:

When are we getting the hell out of here? We have a dress to pick!

You:

Ugh! I haven’t forgotten about that!!! Russel needs some stats for a meeting. I’m half way through it

Laura:

This is more important! Let’s go.

Plus my stomach is growling already

You:

I know, mine too. I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.

Laura:

Oh yeah….the pancakes <3

Bloody hell, you are lucky.

You:

Oh shut up! Last thing I need right now is to get lost in my thoughts.

Give me 30 and we’ll be on our way.

Laura:

Just 30. Not a minute more.

You:

Yes mom!

I typed as fast as I could. I don’t know if it was because of how nervous I was due to the dress or the fact that I was actually famished.

Saved and sent I said to myself as I clicked the send button on my email.

Grabbed my purse and sprinted over Laura’s spot at the front desk.

-Shall we, madam? I said as I extended my hand

-I thought you would never ask.

We got out of the office and into the tube.

I briefly told her about what happened yesterday after she left during a short coffee break, to say that she was shocked it’s an understatement, so she took it upon herself to interrogate me the entire ride.

A few minutes later, we got off on Covent Garden and walked the few blocks that separated us from the store.

I didn’t realize it was a vintage store which made me extremely happy. I love vintage clothes and thrift shopping.

The place was packed with sequins gowns, long, short, anything you can think of and it was divided by color, which I really appreciated, otherwise, I’d have felt extremely overwhelmed.

I was distracted by a text from my boss for, kid you not, a split second and when I raised my head from my phone, Laura was already diving into the hangers on the purple section.

-FOUND IT!!!! She yelled at me with the dress in hand and a huge smile on her face like if she just won a trophy.

As she approached me, I stared at the size. That’s not even going to fit me I thought to myself.

-Maybe we should contemplate others; I don’t think I will look good on that.

-Oh come on, Y/N! It’s perfect. C’mon, let’s go try it on. She said as she dragged me to the fitting room.

I never met a woman that doesn’t dread a fitting room. I was no exception. I’m mostly happy with my curves, but there is always an icky feeling when I try on clothes.

I peeled off my clothes as I stared myself in the mirror with only my underwear. Took a deep breath and put the dress over my head, making sure I wouldn’t stain it with my makeup.

It fitted and I didn’t look half as bad as I thought I would.

I put on my glasses to have a better look at it and the moment I gazed onto the reflection on the mirror, it downed upon me: I looked nice and I felt pretty.

-C’mon, mate! What’s taking you so long?

I shoved the curtain to a side and stepped out.

Laura just stared at me for a moment.

­-Mate, you look bloody gorgeous!

I smiled as kept on staring at my reflection.

-Ok, I’m taking it! Now, let’s just go and eat before I go all Hannibal Lecter on you.

I got into the small cubicle again so as to get back into my clothes.

-Y/N, your phone is ringing.

-Ugh! I bet is Russel! I bet he still doesn’t understand what I sent him. Can you please pick up for me and tell him I’ll call him right back?

What is it with bosses calling at the worst possible time? I sigh.

-Y/N’s phone, Laura speaking. I heard her as I was struggling to get back into blouse.

-Oh, Hi Daniel! Y/N is in the middle of trying on dresses, would you like to leave her a message?

I immediately poked my head through the curtain, still in my underwear the second I heard Dan’s name.

I started waving my hands and making gestures so she wouldn’t tell him anything about the dress if he asked which he did.

-I’m afraid I can’t tell you, she’ll kill me if I do but I can say one thing for certain…She will look absolutely breath taking.

-SH-SH-SHUT UP, LAURA! I shouted as she started giggling.

-You shut up, it’s the truth! She hissed. I will tell her to text you as soon as she can manage to put on her trousers again. She now burst out laughing.

-Asshole!

She stuck her tongue out.

-Pleasure to talk to you, Dan. By the way, BIG FAN of your videos! Ciao

She proceeded to hung up.

Stepped out and Laura still had my phone on her hands.

-Did I just spoke with THE Daniel Howell?

-You sure did!

-Oh girl! You are so lucky and he is even luckier! You will look amazing that night.

-For the millionth time, shut the fuck up and let’s go eat.

After paying for the dress, we headed out.

Took my phone to check my messages, Dan texted me shortly after Laura ended the call.

Ok, I know I’ve said I could wait but I can’t I want to see you in the dress.

Patience you must have, my young padawan

See you tonight?

I’m going to try. I have rehearsals

Boo! K…text ya later! :*

At that precise moment when our lips collided, nothing else mattered.

Not the fact that I was internally scared out of my mind, nor the fact that I was almost a decade older than the young man on the other side of my lips.

As cliché as it may sound, he managed to make my mind go blank.

My heart was beating so fast that I felt as if it was going to fly out my chest.

Ever since yesterday, when I woke up cuddling him, the way I saw him changed. I liked the way he was holding me in his arms as we slept. It felt right

Never, in my wildest thoughts, could I have imagine that something would happen between us; I was not expecting to find someone like him, not that far away from home and not to mention with a ticking clock against me. But I did and there I was; there we were.

As our lips separated, all I could do was look at him. I got lost into those brown eyes with nothing but a smile curling up my lips.

-Do I have something on my face? He asked as he chuckled.

-Yes, a big ass stupid smile. I teased.

-Well my view is not much different from yours, in that case.

I felt my cheeks blush.

I lay down on his bed with my back against the headboard. He proceeded to lay down next to me, putting his head on my lap.

I started playing with his hair as we stayed there, in complete silence. I didn’t mind the quiet nor did it feel awkward.

-I hate to kill the mood but, how are you feeling?

-Boo! Party pooper! I joked.

He just rolled his eyes at me.

-I’m still a bit…afraid, no point in lying but there are things I can’t control, no matter how hard I try and this, whatever it is, it’s one of those things.

-What do you want ‘this’ to be?

His question took me by surprise.

-I think it’s too early to be deliberating about what label to assign to it. For now I’m content just knowing that I like spending time with you, I like talking to you and I definitely like kissing you. I don’t know about you, but that’s pretty much all I need right now.

He nodded as he bit his lip.

-Do you want to stay for dinner? Maybe watch a movie together or something?

I reached out my phone; it was now 7:30 pm

-Yes to the food! I don’t know about the movie. I do have to turn in as tomorrow is a working day.

He pouted.

-Oh stop it! Don’t give me that sad puppy eye look. I said as I leaned over and kissed the tip of his nose.

He hoovered over me in order to stand up.

Oh for fucks sakes! Don’t do that! I thought to myself as I restrained the urge to just grab him and start making out again.

He extended his hand, which I proceed to grab interlacing our fingers.

With just a look, he made me blush again. I tried to hide myself behind a strand of hair that was falling in front of my glasses.

We made it to the kitchen and started browsing through a stack of take-out menus that rested over the counter. I was standing against it and Dan behind me with his head resting on my shoulder.

Suddenly, Phil came in.

-Dan want order some—Oh hello you two. I could tell he got a bit startled by the view.

­-We were just trying to decide what to eat. Any requests?

Phil didn’t even reply back, he just stood there frozen, as if he just saw a ghost or something.

-Phil? Dan inquired again.

-I don’t know whatever you feel up to. He paused. Dan, can we have a word?

Dan nodded and proceeded to leave but before he did, he gave me a peck on my cheek and told me he’d be right back.

°Dan’s POV°

As we headed to the lounge, Phil stopped as he turned to me

-Well….something you’d like to share?

-Aren’t you a smooth lad? I joked. We kissed. I mean, I kissed her, Then she kissed me….you know how that goes.

-It was about damn time if you ask me! Is it ok if I stay or you want me to make myself ‘unavailable’?

-Nah, you can stay! Plus I want the both of you to get to know each other a little better.

-You do?

-Well yes! I’m pretty sure we’ll be spending some time together from here on out.

-Sweet!

As we made it back to the kitchen, I glanced upon Y/N, still standing in front of the counter with her chin resting on her palms.

-So? Have you decided what we are having?

­-Ugh, no! Everything here looks delicious. What are you boys craving?

You! I thought to myself. Pizza…maybe? I actually said out loud.

-Yes! Let’s get some Domino’s

-Can you call? I practically force Phil by handing him the phone.

­-Yup. I’ll take care of it.

I took Y/N’s hand in mine and we walked to the living room. We collapsed on the couch as she took over the remote and started flipping the channels.

Abruptly, she stopped leaving it on a movie

-This is one of my favorite movies of all times!!!

-What is it?

-Are you telling me you don’t know what this movie is? She said widening her eyes

-No, I don’t.

-Oh hell no, Daniel! I cannot believe you don’t recognize ‘Dirty Dancing’! Do you live under a rock?

As she finished that sentence, Phil came in.

­-Don’t bother, Y/N. He barely even saw 80s flicks. Not too long ago I forced him to watch ‘Back to the Future’

-I can’t be associated with you, Howell. She joked

­-Oh shut up, you dinosaurs!

­-Hey! They said at unison.

-Look, you are going to sit here, watch it and like it. Are we clear? She said in a jokingly harsh voice as she kissed my cheek.

-Well now that you’ve asked so politely….

The pizza came and we carried on watching the movie while we ate.

As we were finishing this scene came up:

While both Phil and Y/N chanted:

­-Nobody puts baby in the corner

-Wait….Isn’t that a ‘fall out boy’ song?

-Oh Daniel. You are so young. She laughed.

As the movie finished, we picked up the empty box and dishes and took them to the kitchen. Phil stayed behind playing games.

­-It’s time for me to call it the night, I’m afraid.

-Do you have to? I asked while I wrapped my arms around her waist.

She mimicked my moves as she entwined her fingers on the back of my neck.

-Although the idea of staying with you is more appealing, I do have to adult in the morning, I have a very important and busy week ahead of me. She frowned

I leaned down and kissed her again.

-Stop doing that. You are not making this easy on me

I planted a kiss on her forehead, grabbed her hand and walk her to the door.

-Good bye Phil!!! She waved as we passed through the living room door.

-Bye, Y/N. Have a good one!

I walked her to her door and as she was facing it to unlock it, I couldn’t help myself.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me earning a cute giggle out of her.

I allowed my nostrils to breathe in the fruity scents coming from her hair mixed with that amazing perfume she had on that suited so well.

-I really don’t want to let you go, you know? I whispered into her ear.

She turned back at me, cupped my cheeks and gave me a soft yet passionate kiss.

-It’s only for a few hours; we’ll see each other tomorrow.

I knew that was true yet I couldn’t stop myself from pouting.

She gave me one more peck and wished me good night as she locked her door behind her.

Got to my flat flooded with mixed feelings.

In one hand, I was extremely happy as how the night developed; on the other, I hated the fact that she was so close yet so far away from right now. I wished she would have stayed. I really didn’t want that night to be over.

As I was standing with my back against the closed door, just taking in everything that has happened; I noticed that Phil has been standing right in front of me, staring.

-What?

-Nothing. I was just looking at you. You look kind of sad for someone that just got to kiss someone they like.

-I just didn’t want to say goodbye to her. I know, it sounds stupid and we are just across the corridor from one another but it’s just….I don’t know.

-Take it slow, Dan. Just enjoy how she makes you feel and all that. I know you and you tend to get very passionate when you like something or someone. Try not to get all up in your head. Enjoy the ride. She is not going anywhere.

That last sentence made my heart sink. She was going somewhere; she was not going to stay here forever and that sole idea of not being able to see her or be with her made me go into a rather gloomy state.

I shook my head as if I was trying to shake my thoughts away. I wanted to focus on the now and push that thought to the innermost corner of my mind.

-Good night, Phil. I said without further ado as I made my way to my room.

Changed into my pajamas and laid in bed.

I was not tired. My mind kept running through tonight’s event and, without noticing, my head went back to thinking that I might not have much time with her.

That dispirited me. No matter how wonderful I felt around her, knowing that the feeling may disappear soon took my breath away. I had to seize the moment. Carpe diem and all that shit.

Grabbed my phone and started typing. I didn’t think twice and pressed the send button:

­I know its madness, but I already miss you.

You know what’s madness? You, reading my thoughts.

I was about to type that.

You were?

No I wasn’t, I’m just messing with you

-_-

Mean!

Doofus!

I can’t sleep.

Neither can I and even if I manage to wake up on time, I know I will hate my life in the morning.

I’ll wake you up with loud music!! : P

I much rather you wake me up with a kiss and pancakes! WOWZA….look who’s been out-sassed!

What a pity! I don’t have the keys to your flat, otherwise….

Otherwise, what? Are you trying to get the keys to my house now?

Maybe….

You wouldn’t need that if we were under the same roof, would you? O_O

Am I supposed to take a hint or something?

Maybe…..

Are you asking me to come over, Y/N?

Fuck sakes! Yes I am. My bed is big enough for the both of us to sleep in. KEY WORD: SLEEP

My heart was beating with joy.

I jumped off bed and run over to her apartment, knocked the door and a few seconds later, she opened.

She had her hair in a bun, her glasses on. No makeup; Unicorn flannel pants and a Korn T-shirt.

-Aren’t I the cutest thing you’ve ever laid eyes on? She sneered

­-You are adorkable! I bowed down to kiss her.

She took me by the hand and led me to her room.

She got in the right side of her bed and I proceeded to go around to the left one.

She turned to the side, facing the wall.

-Would you cuddle me?

-Gladly.

She promptly closed her eyes and fell asleep. I pecked her cheek and whisper my ‘good nights’.

That last question kept on bugging me more than the others.

Laura mentioned that I was living the dream of MILLIONS of girls out there, not a hand full, MILLIONS.

I wasn’t considering the gala as a date until Laura brought that fact up.

I kept on pacing back and forth, looking at my watch.

My heart was pounding; I had a lump in my throat. Even my hands were shaking.

I kept on jolting them, but my attempts to stop the shivers, were in vain. Now my entire body was quivering.

I was nervous, so nervous that I thought I was about to have an anxiety episode.

I hated, and still hate, those. Unfortunately, they are not uncommon for me when I’m under a lot of stress, which I was.

I looked at my phone again, only 5 minutes have passed.

For fucks sakes!!! I got mad at myself for being so restless.

Get your shit together! I told myself out loud.

I needed something to help me get my cool back.

Without thinking, I put myself under a warm shower. Sadly, it didn’t help much.

I dried myself up, put on some makeup and a new change of clothes and I marched to Dan’s flat.

I must’ve stood out there for 5 minutes before I could make myself press the doorbell.

-Hi, Y/N! Phil greeted me with a wave Come on in.

-Hi, Phil! Is Dan around?

-Dan! Y/N is here! He yelled

I heard Dan shout back as I stood on the entrance.

If I was nervous while I was in my apartment, I was now shaking like a leaf.

 °Dan’s POV°

Like a maniac, I started tidying up my room. Shoving every piece of clothing onto the closet; dusting every surface with what I had at hand, a dirty sock.

Don’t judge me, I had limited time!

Lighted up a candle and put the blinds up, so as to get some sunset light.

I could have made Y/N stay in the lounge but I figured that we’d have more privacy in my room.

I was changing into a clean t-shirt when I heard the doorbell.

Phil was downstairs, so he got Y/N in and yelled for me to come get her.

-Coming! I shouted as I splashed on some perfume.

 I made it half way through the stairs when I saw Y/N and told her to come up with me.

As we made it to the top, I properly greeted her with a hug but she didn’t hug me back which was not only odd but harrowing.

She had a look on her face that I’ve never seen before. Even when she was sick, she was smiley and cheerful. I could only describe her gestures as cold and distant.

I sat on my bed and padded the spot right next to me so as to point her where to sit.

The silence was piercing my eardrums, I never felt so fidgety around her before

-What’s wrong? You are so quiet today. I said with a hint of sorrow in my voice.

-Where do I begin? How do I even start to voice all the tangled thoughts I have in my head right now? She sigh heavily as she rested her elbows on her knees and covered her face with hands.

-Just blurt them out. Spit them up. Talk to me. I told her as I took her hands in mine.

She was staring at me with a blank expression on her face and exhaled one more time.

-What would happen if people see you with me? She bluntly shot at me.

-What do you mean?

-As I was watching your live, my friend pointed out that I was, and quote, ‘Living the dream of million girls out there’. Your life is so different from mine, I’m under the impression that you have little to no privacy when you go out there to the real world. What would ever happen if your fans see you out and about with someone? Would be seen in public with someone affect you on any capacity? I’m concerned about that and how would your fame affect my simple life. I have no idea if what I’m telling you makes any sense but I’m really torn about it. I, right now, have fallen out of my comfort zone. I like you, I really do but… She stopped talking abruptly

I was perplexed, to say the least. I was not expecting all of this to rain down on me.

­-But? I really needed her to keep going while I wrapped my thoughts around this whole conversation.

-But I’m probably being stupid and way in my head. I just…don’t know how to deal with this? I like spending time with you, I’m growing fond of you Daniel but between the stuff I’m dealing with on a personal level and the way your life is, I’m not sure if I can handle all of it. Tell me I’m being silly; snap me out of this, please. She begged.

I was left speechless, even if in my mind I had a million things to tell her. All I could do was hug her, and so I did.

I hold her in my arms as she rested her head on my shoulder. Unlike a few minutes ago, this time my hug was corresponded.

I caressed her semi wet hair; this silence we were experiencing was no longer unsettling.

I could have stayed like that for hours but I thought I should try and ease her mind.

Without breaking out embrace, I started talking.

-I feel very responsible for this. I should have told you. I’m so used to being surrounded by other people like me, most my friends are on the same field as me. I must admit, I sometimes forget that other people might not even understand what this is like. I don’t get beleaguered every time I go out but I do get the occasional subscriber who approaches me for a photo. I get it, I totally do. It’s still, somehow, hard for me to separate both worlds even if I try. And, sadly I can’t promise you that, if you are still up to going with me to the Spring Ball, that people from my fan base won’t try to find out who you are, and what you do. They are very protective of me and Phil. I can try to low the blow, sort of speak, if it came down to it.

At that moment she lifted her head and looked at me in the eyes.

­-I’d be flat out lying if I tell you that I don’t like you, because I really do. But I understand what you are coming from and your position and under no circumstance I would want you to put you on the spot to the point where you are no longer comfortable.

What I don’t want is for us to…I stopped myself.

-Us to what? She tilted her head as she squinted.

How was I supposed to tell her that I didn’t want to stop seeing her?

I could feel my blood rushing through my veins at the speed of sound, my pulse accelerating and my heart beating rapidly.

I opened my mouth but no words were coming out.

-Us to what, Dan? She repeated her inquiry in hopes of getting a straight answer out of me.

And that’s when it happened.

All that I was feeling took over me, as if my heart was taking control of every muscle in my body.

With my arms still wrapped around her, I pulled her closer and pressed my lips against hers.

She didn’t kiss me back at first, I must’ve taken her by surprise but seconds later, I felt her fingers entwined in the hair as she deepened our kiss.

With her eyes still closed, she broke it; resting her forehead against mine as she bit her lower lip, I was doing the same thing.

-That. I spoke softly I don’t want us to miss on that.

She smiled, still not letting go of me.

A side of the dress, I had to look for someone to do my makeup and hair as, no matter how hard I tried, I don’t think I would have been able to do any of it by myself.

I had saved a bunch of dresses on Pinterest, I pretty much clicked on anything that caught my attention and, needless to say, that dashboard was a mess. A purple mess.

That’s the only thing I was certain about, my dress HAD TO be purple as not only is my favorite color but because I know for a fact that it suits me.

 Around 12:30 she made it to my flat,

-Thank you so much for coming and helping me with this? I said as I hugged her.

­-My pleasure! But I gotta ask, how on earth did you get a date to a gala in just a week of being here?! I must know your secret!

-Well it was as unexpected as it could get. My neighbor invited me. We’ve been hanging out a bit and, a side of you; he is pretty much the only human interaction I’m getting. I paused. Not like THAT interaction…you know.

-Is he famous? I mean, is not common to get invited to an event like that unless you are someone of interest or know someone who is.

I was hesitant to go in depth of who Dan was. I didn’t know if he’d be comfortable with me telling anyone who he was, so I played dumb.

-He is in the entertainment industry, but I don’t know what he does exactly.

-Is he a movie star? She laughed

-No, he is not. I don’t think, at least.

She realized I was not going to spill the beans so she moved on.

-So, what do you have in mind?

­-I have absolutely no fucking idea. But I figured it had to be a long dress? What am I even doing? I’ve looked at some stuff online last night. I said as I handed her my phone

-Chill! Just breathe. I get it, you are nervous and I would be too but I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do on this earth, I will make sure look ravishing.

She started flipping through my phone looking not very impressed with my choices. A few moments later she stopped and looked at me.

-This one. This is your dress.

-Are you sure? I asked you think that will look good on me?

-Absolutely! Plus I know where the store is. Maybe we can go tomorrow during our lunch break. If, by some chance, it doesn’t fit you, you’ll have plenty other options to look at.

The dress she picked was, probably, the first one I saved. I really liked it and looked pretty.

-Now that we got that out of the way, we need to think about shoes and maybe a clutch?

I didn’t say anything; I just gave her a ‘Deer in headlights’ look.

She chuckled.

­-Assuming that you are getting that dress, or anything under that color scheme, I think you should wear golden shoes with a matching clutch. Thoughts?

­-I’m not a fan of heels, but I’m not dumb I know I can’t go wearing flats plus Dan is like 6’3’’. I don’t want to look like a midget next to him. Maybe something that’d give me a bit of height but it’s also comfortable?

-So DAN, huh? She smiled at me

-Yes, his name is Daniel

­-Damn, girl! You are not going to tell me anything about him? Like….at all?

I had to give her something, I mean, after all she was going through all this trouble just to help me out.

-Ok, so….his name is Dan, he is tall very tall he has curly brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. He has cutest smile ever and OH! He has dimples!!! He is a few years younger than me but super fun to talk to.

I couldn’t help but blush

-And you really like him. Your face lit up when you started talking about him.

-Shut up, Laura!

-Y/N AND DAN SITTING IN THE TREE…

­-What are you? 12? I grunted while I hit her with a pillow.

-14 actually! She started laughing out loud.

-Ok, let’s circle back to the matter at hand, shall we?

-Fine, so…shoes. What about something like this?

-Do you want me to fall flat on my ass? Those heels are way too thin! I do not want to break my legs. I’m guessing I can’t wear pumps, can I?

-Absolutely NO. You are meant to look pretty, not comfortable.

-What about these?

-See? You do have some sense of style. I like those. She joked There are a few stores downtown where you can get something like that. What about this clutch?

-Ohhh! Me likey!

-See? In less than an hour we have half of the things sorted out.

-Thanks, I am really feeling more relieved now. All I have to worry about now is hair and makeup.

-And jewelry.

-No, I’ve got that covered. I want to use a necklace that my dad gave me for one of my birthdays, it has matching earrings. Hold on, let me show you.

I ran to my room and took out of the drawer of my night stand the last gift my dad gave me before passing. It was a gold necklace with my favorite stone: amethyst and the pair of earrings that came with it.

-Do you think they’ll match the outfit?

-They are beautiful! I say wear them.

I smiled. I wanted to wear those regardless. For some silly reason, they made me feel at ease.

As we were browsing for hair and makeup options, Laura asked me to take a break.

-Are you alright? I mean, I know I can be a handful…

-No, nothing like that. I just wanted to watch something, if you don’t mind.

-Not at all, what is it?

-A YouTuber I like just went live. Have you ever heard of Daniel Howell before?

I completely froze. Laura was Dan’s fan.

She was waiting for my reply, looking at me and I just went.

-Nope, never heard of him.

I lied and I was hoping that my, now red, face wouldn’t reveal that fact.

 ‘Hi guys! Welcome to my first Sunday live. What’s up? What are you lads up to these days….’

 I was in shock, like, I was used to seen Dan face to face not ‘live’ and on a screen.

I couldn’t wipe off the stupid smile I had.

Then I remembered, I promised him I’d never watch any of the videos, but what could I do? I mean, I couldn’t just make up an excuse and go hide under my bed without raising suspicions.

As I was looking at her phone, I picked up mine and texted Dan, I mean, I knew he was ‘busy’ but I just had to.

 I must let you know, Daniel Howell, I just broke my promise. My friend from work is with me and she is forcing me to watch your liveshow. I didn’t know she was a fan. Sorry, but you are looking good, even through a screen! : P

 Seconds later, Dan’s phone started dinging on his liveshow; I gather it was my text.

He lifted up the phone, I didn’t think he was going to read it on camera but he did.

He looked straight to the camera and went:

 ‘You are a liar, Y/N. You cheated’ and started laughing

 Immediately after he said that, she turned to me with her mouth widely open.

-Did he just say your name?

-Oh Laura, my name is not that uncommon!

­-Wait….She remained silent for a few seconds. Are you going out with THAT Daniel? She said while she pointed her phone. Tall, curly hair, DIMPLES?! OH MY FUCKING GOD.

-Shush, Laura…we have very thin walls! Yeah, Daniel is THAT Daniel.

She stared at me for a solid 5 minutes before she could actually articulate a proper sentence.

-Why didn’t you tell me?

-Well, I don’t know… I panicked. I know he is famous I just didn’t know he was THAT famous.

-Girl, you are living the dream of million girls out there, do you realize that?

-Thank you, I needed more to be anxious about this whole thing. Please don’t say anything to anyone about this. Last thing I want to do is people finding out about…whatever this is and impact him negatively? I don’t know what to say, I never thought I’d be in this position.

-Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to say anything…I can’t believe it! Atta girl! Hooking up with THE Daniel Howell. She said as she hugged me.

-I’M NOT! I felt my face turning bright red. At least, not yet I’m not.

Thankfully, she dropped the subject. I bet she could tell I was not feeling all that comfortable talking about the subject so we proceeded with my arrangements

­-Have you thought about what you want to do with your hair and makeup?

­-I did, but you tell me if this is not going to work, ok? Grabbed my phone, and went back to Pinterest to show her

-Those actually look incredible! I think the statement lipstick and the more subtle eye makeup will look amazing and the hair do matches the vibe you are going for. She smiled.

-I can’t believe it’s almost all settled. Now I have to find someone to come over and do that to my face and hair.

-We can call a few salons tomorrow, don’t worry. We’ll find someone.

I couldn’t believe that this whole thing made me tired! But I had to be honest; this has been a very stressful afternoon. I needed coffee.

-I’m going to grab a coffee, want one?

-Sure! Thanks.

As I went to the kitchen, I grabbed my phone. I had a text from Dan:

So, does your friend know I live next door?

Unfortunately, she put one and one together. I’m so sorry.

It’s fine.

Well, it’s your fault for calling me out as a cheater in front of 20k people! It was all under wraps till you did that. Sorry, I feel really awkward right now. With both of you.

Want to talk about it? I can go over there if you want.

She is still here! If you come I can’t assure you she won’t fangirl all over you.

Maybe if I meet her it won’t be weird for you. I mean, I don’t mind.

No, it’s ok. I’ll manage. Text you later, k?

Promise?

Pinky promise.

I went back to the living room with the coffees.

Laura and I chatted a bit more about Dan. I told her that I felt uneasy talking about him in more depth before talking to him about it. After all, I was not getting to know Danisnotonfire, I was getting acquainted with Daniel.

She completely understood and I promised that I would introduce her to him one day, which made her excited, but requested that I keep her updated with the evolution of whatever was going on, and I agreed.

After all, she was pretty much the only friend I had in London at that time, and we all know a woman needs to gossip with friends over rosé from time to time.

Before dawn, she was gone. I think I might have thanked her a million times for helping me out.

I took my phone and texted Dan, as I promised.

Hey. My friend just left. If you want to talk, I’m up for it. Can I go over there instead? My flat is a pigsty.

Sure. Come in 20?

Yup.

I was not comfortable at all. I just had his online persona hitting me in the face and I was not ready for it.

I opened the door and waved Dan hello as made a gesture signaling that he should enter.

Gave another few chews to the food in my mouth and, with great effort, I swallowed. Patted myself in the chest and muffled a cough.

‘You are always so delightful to watch’ I thought to myself.

Dan just stood in front of me; contemplating the picture I was giving him and just burst out laughing.

-I’m fine. I said shaking my head while I walked back to the couch. Come, sit. What’s up?

He just sat there, with his hands over his knees, looking at his feet in dead silence.

-I don’t read minds, sweetheart. What’s up? What did you want to ask me? I inquired while grabbing the bowl of nachos to offer him some.

He shook his head and sighted, still not saying a word. ‘What the hell is going on with this guy now?’ I thought.

-Dan, you are scaring me. Are you alright? I asked again but this time, I started rubbing his back with my left hand.

He was making me nervous.

He sighted again, still not making eye contact

-I’m sorry. I just….You don’t have to say yes, though.

-Say yes to what? Whatever you are thinking, you better spill it out before I assume you are having a stroke.

There were a few more moments of silence until he shifted his body towards me. He was now facing me, his right leg folded under his butt. He looked scared. He started making me a bit uncomfortable.

All of a sudden he laughed; I didn’t understand what the hell was going on.

-You have cheese all over your face. He grinned as he proceeded to rub it off with his thumb.

-Forget the cheese. You are making me nervous. TALK. I now demanded

­-Ok, so…hummmm---Remember the organization I told you about? The one that’s having a fundraiser in two weeks?

-I do, yes. What about it?

-Well, it turns out that I got more invitations that what I initially anticipated. I was going to go with Phil, but I got four tickets. And I wanted him to use that opportunity to go on a date with Hazel.  He and Hazel have a thing for each other since like forever and Hazel said yes and---

-Dan, you are rambling. I interrupted. He was talking at light speed and I was falling off tracks in the conversation

I grabbed his hand between mine.

-You don’t want Phil to go with Hazel? Is that it? You want to ask me how to tell him to ‘un-invite’ Hazel? I was so confused.

He took a deep breath.

-Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go as MY plus one to the event.

His face turned bright red after he said that and I could even feel his palm a bit sweaty, as I still had his hand in mine.

That question took me by surprise; I’m not going to lie.

All I could say was

-Oh...

My lack of response was now making him even more nervous.

-You don’t have to say yes. I mean, it’s weird that I asked you. We don’t know each other that well. Again, you don’t have to say yes. Forget that I asked you that stupid question. He said as he stood up.

I could feel he wanted to run away but he couldn’t. I was still holding his hand.

-Shut up. You are giving me a headache. I joked as I pulled his arm down and forced him to sit back down. I would love to go with you.

Now it finally downed on me, he was nervous because he was asking me out. ON A DATE

God, he is incredibly and adorably awkward.

-You would?

-Well, I was not about to say no to free food and booze. I stuck my tongue out and winked at him.

As stupid as that may sound, I felt that it’d lighten up the mood.

He started giggling.

All of a sudden it hit me. I just agreed to go to, what he called an award show like event.

I’m the most casual person in the whole wide world, I only got dressed up for weddings. How the hell was going to pull off a sophisticated look?

I was internally panicking but in order to go onto a full on freak out mode, I had to ask

-So, what I should wear? Should I match with you in some way, shape or form? I’m sorry, I’m just not very good at….you know? Dressing up all girly and pretty.

I wouldn’t say I’m not feminine, but I normally go for comfortable clothes rather than what’s on trend or whatever.

I could feel my facial expression was telling him that I was internally screaming my head off.

-No, we don’t have to match. He smiled. I’ll be wearing a blue tux because its black tie, but you can wear whatever dress you feel like it. I’m sure you can put a potato sack and still look amazing.

Ok, now not only was I losing my shit but the idiot made me blush as well.

-I see. Ok, I’m going to wait till you leave so I can freak out about it in peace.

-Wait no! Why? If you are not comfortable with it, you don’t have to go. I promise I won’t get upset.

-Daniel, I’ve said I’m going and I will, so shut the fuck up.

-Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now.

We both kept quiet. So much so that I heard Dan’s phone vibrating in his pocket.

-Sorry, I have to go. Food arrived.

I still was speechless so all I could do is nod.

I walked him to the door without even saying a word, like if for some reason I was now mute. My head, on the other hand, was spinning at 20 thousand miles an hour.

-I know you asked me to shut up but…are you sure?

No, I was not sure, not really but I would never tell him that.

I planted a kiss on his cheek.

-It’ll be my pleasure.

We both grinned.

-Nice! Text me later?

-Will do.

As I closed the door, I frenetically started looking dresses and texted Laura. I needed someone to guide me through this as I was not mentally prepared for any of it.

 °Dan’s POV°

As I got into the apartment, I found Hazel and Phil setting up the table.

I startled them with the sound of my keys hitting the glass bowl next to the door as I tossed them in.

-SO?!!? They shouted in harmony.

-She said yes. I’ve got a date

The moment I said those words out loud, my heart started racing again. I actually asked Y/N on a date, not any date but to be my plus one to, probably, one of the most important nights in my life.

The fact that she said yes made me happy and now I had 2 weeks to be a complete nerve wreck.

Hazel and Phil hugged me, like if I just told them I won 10 million pounds.

-I told you she wouldn’t say no, Danny! My 6th sense never fails.

The rest of the night was a blur; I don’t even recall what movie we watched or what we talked about.

I moved a tiny bit, so as to make sure my body wasn't going to cramp up while she slept relaying on me; I took the duvet and covered us both with it.

Her face started to look less pale; the apples of her cheeks now have turned into a slightly pinkish tone.

She looked peaceful and not to mention, very pretty.

As I was looking at her sleep, my eyelids became heavier and heavier until I also caved into slumber.

 °Your POV°

I woke up due to a very intense dryness in my throat, only to see that I have fallen asleep cuddling Dan.

First thing I checked was that I didn't actually drool all over him. I sight in relief when I found out I didn't.

He looked cute, couldn't believe he actually stayed and looked after me.

'He is such a nice guy’ I thought to myself

My body didn't hurt as much as it did during the early hours of the morning, I could say that I felt semi decent by now.

I tried to move very slowly to avoid waking him up but as soon as I lifted  my head from his torso, he opened his eyes

-How are you feeling, Y/N? He said as he rubbed his eyes.

-Much better, I really needed some rest. Thank you for saving me! I owe you one.

-Nah! You don't owe me anything. I was just being a decent human being. He chuckled

-That and a human pillow. I felt my cheeks blush. I'm kind of hungry; would you like to stay for a quick lunch?

-Do you want to order something?

-Nah, let me make some pasta. The least I can do as a token of my appreciation.

He nodded in agreement.

Before I went to the kitchen, I made a pit stop on the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair and washed my face. I knew I looked like shit but deep down I wanted to look pretty?

I was not going to allow myself to think much about it, I mean, there was no point, he already saw me like that. Put my glasses back on and marched to the kitchen.

While I was putting the pot over the stove, he sneaked up on me from behind.

-Sorry, but can I get a rain check on lunch? I forgot that I’m supposed to film a video with Phil for our gamming channel.

-Sure, no problem! I haven’t even started.

As I led him to the door, I thanked again for staying over as I hugged him

-You tell me if you need anything, ok? He said as he planted a kiss on my forehead, which immediately made him recede. He had a baffled look on his face, as he was not in control of his own actions.

-I promise I will. I said with a smile.

As I closed the door behind him, I went back to the kitchen to cook something for myself. I didn’t want to make an elaborate meal so I put some chicken nuggets into the oven.

 °Dan’s POV°

As I entered the flat, there was Phil waiting for me. I was not meant to stay over at Y/N’s but what can I say? I did want to.

-Sorry, I totally lost track of the time.

-I figured. I was about to call you to see if you were coming or not. Phil said with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

-Well I’m here now; we’ll be able to record and upload that video today. We are not THAT behind on schedule, are we?

-Well, kind of. I’ve asked Hazel to come hang out with us later.

As soon as he mentioned Hazel, I remember that I still haven’t told him about the 4 tickets I got for the ball and now that I thought of it, I haven’t RSVP for it either Oops!

-I forgot to mention, I got 4 invitations for the fundraiser…why don’t you ask her to be your plus one?

I’d be lying if I say that I didn’t desperately wanted the both of them to hook up and if this was going to serve him as a chance to invite her for an actual date, then so be it.

-You think I should?

I sighed

-Phil, you've had a crush on her for as long as I can remember! This it's a great opportunity for you to ask her out to a fancy place and for a good cause. Think about it, at least?

-What if she says no? I really don't want to mess up our friendship.

-The way I see it, she kinda likes you like that too. What if she says yes and you have fun? I mean, you know I don't mind going to events with you, but I think it’d be nice to have a bigger crowd supporting me.

I know, I pulled up THAT card on HIM.

-See? You can even use me as an excuse. I smirked feeling accomplished.

-Ok, I will ask her tonight.

He was climbing up the stairs when he suddenly stopped and turned his whole body towards me.

-Wait! If I’m going with Hazel…who’ll be your plus one?

I was not expecting him to ask me that.

-I haven't thought about that. I shamelessly lied.

-Maybe you should ask our dearest neighbor to go with you. He blurted out giving me a cheeky grin

Before I could think of a sarcastic come back, he proceeded talking.

-You are not fooling anyone if you tell me that idea didn't cross your mind at least once already.

-It did, actually. I was going to ask her the other day while we were out but I stopped myself. Wouldn't it be weird if I did? I barely know her.

-That’s true, you barely know each other but it's also true the fact that she somehow managed to make you smile more often. It's been a while since I've seen you like that. Go for it.

Oh my Jiminy Cricket! I needed that reassurance.

-Fine, I'll ask her. Now let's get that video done. I'll edit it, in case we don't finish before Hazel comes over.

After the video was recorded, I started editing it. Put on my headphones and went for it.

It took me a while to leave it as I wanted, but I managed to get it rendering and ready for upload before our 8 pm mark.

I waited a couple of minutes and tweeted out the link from both mine and Phil’s account. And as I was leaving the room, I could hear Phil and Hazel talking downstairs, so I decided to hop in the shower and made myself a bit more presentable.

I made my way down to the lounge where I found the both of them sitting on the couch laughing their heads off.

-Hi Dan! You finally joined us! Hazel said as she stood up to hug me.

­-Sorry it took me a while to come down and join you both. So, what are the plans for tonight?

-We already ordered some Chinese and we were deciding on a movie to watch.

.-Sounds good!

-Philly here was just telling me about the Gala we’ll be attending in two weeks. Do we have a dress code we need to comply with?

As Hazel was talking, I glanced at my best friend who happened to have the biggest smile on his face. He finally did it and I was proud.

-It’s a black tie optional. We have to wear a tux or a dark suit; you can pretty much wear whatever dress you feel comfortable with.

-Oh gosh! I need to get my shopping game on, don’t I? She giggled

-Once Dan invites Y/N, the gang will be complete! Phil gave me a glance to make sure I haven’t chickened out about that.

-You didn’t need to remind me of that, but thanks.

-What are you waiting for Danny? Just ask her, she won’t say no, I’m sure.

-No peer pressure at all. Thanks guys! I’ve said on an ironic tone.

I sat next to Hazel as the two of them were browsing what movie we were going to watch, pulled my phone out and texted Y/N

­-Hey! How are you feeling? Feverish still?

Few minutes passed till my phone started buzzing.

-Feeling fine and dandy!

Cold medicine is gooooood! HAHAHA

-Oh god! You are high as a kite aren’t ya?

-Ohhhhh yeaaaah! Over the counter meds! What are you up to?

­-Not much, hanging out with Phil and Hazel. About to watch a movie. You?

-Just got some tex-mex delivered. About to binge watch Grace and Frankie.

I put my phone down for a moment.

-Hey, Phil…how long did the restaurant said the order would take to arrive?

-45 minutes or so, why?

I didn’t reply, just picked up the phone again

­-Sorry to interrupt your lovely evening, but can I come over for just a sec? There is something I want to ask you.

As I was staring at the screen, for what it felt were hours, I got her reply.

-Sure. Come.

I stood up and looked at my friends, with my heart beating like crazy.

As I was closing the office at 1:30 am on Saturday morning, I decided to take a cab home, I was feeling feverish, covered in cold sweat; it was definitely not a good sign.

As I was waiting for the elevator to arrive, at my apartment complex, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

-Hi Y/N! He said effusively as I turn to look at him Oh my, you look really bad! Are you feeling alright?

-Hi Phil. Actually, I feel like a shit. I replied as I tried, and failed, holding in a sneeze.

-London winter is very cruel. You should drink some hot tea and hop into bed.

-That’s the plan. I’m sure I won’t get out of bed the entire weekend. What are you doing so late?

-I just came from a late dinner with a friend, what have you been up to?

-Work! UGH! I sighted in annoyance.

We both hopped into the elevator and within a minute we arrived at our floor.

-Take care of yourself and let me know if you need anything. He waved goodbye as he entered his apartment.

-Will do! Good night.

I dropped everything on the floor as I made my way to the bathroom. Turned on the hot water to fill in the bathtub, ‘maybe a relaxing hot bath would help?’ I thought to myself

After my bath, the piercing pain in my body seemed to have mildly decreased

Made myself some tea and even if my stomach was not having it, I forced myself to down it. I went to look in my back pack for my medicines so as to take something that would allow me to sleep only to find out that left my pouch at my desk.

God damn it, Y/N! How can you be so stupid! I coursed myself out loud.

So the only thing that was for me to do now was pray to all the gods I knew for me to be able to sleep.

I went to bed and covered my aching body under a pile of blankets.

I don’t think I was able to sleep for more than 2 hours in a row, and when I did, I woke up covered in sweat.

On one hand, that’s awesome as I was going to be able to sweat it off, on the other hand, there were limited beddings in this apartment.

I was awaken, for the millionth time, my entire body felt like a bulldozer has managed to roll over me yet left me alive.

Breathing hurt; thinking hurt; my stomach, fumbled. I was barely able to open my eyes.

I am no stranger to this feeling but yet I felt like I was going to die, I know I am a tad exaggerated, but that's how I was feeling at that point in time.

Suddenly my phone started humming against my night table.

-Morning! How are you feeling? Phil told me you weren't doing well last night

Damn it! I thought to myself. I should've known that Phil was going to talk to Dan.

-Hey! Still feeling like shit. I wasn't able to sleep almost at all.

I really needed this pain to go away, it seems, as my brain betrayed me and took control of my fingers and kept typing.

Sorry to be a pain in the ass but do you happen to have something for the fever? I forgot my meds at work and I really need something right now.

I sounded like an addict trying to score their high. I couldn't believe I did that and now I was feeling like shit due to whatever was flowing through my veins and because I might potentially made him worry about me.

Fuck sakes! I hated myself. I never liked asking for help but, unconsciously, I knew I had to

-I’ll be there in 5 minutes. He texted

I crawled out of bed, as quickly as my body allowed me, made my way to the bathroom and I managed to, at least, brush my teeth and put my rattled hair in a bun.

Gave myself a look at the mirror Deplorable was the only way I could describe the image that the mirror was reflecting: A pale greenish face, under eyes worth of a raccoon, dehydrated looking lips and a sweaty forehead. What a delight! I thought to myself.

Still wrapped on a thick blanket, I felt my body creak. My head was still pounding and even with all the blinds still down, the bit of light entering through them, were hurting my eyes.

The doorbell rang and I felt as if someone just banged a hammer against my skull.

It must’ve taken me 5 minutes to walk the 9ft that separated me from the front door.

As I was opening it, I put the duvet over my head so as to avoid any sunlight coming in from the hallway.

-Come in. I said with my very raspy and congested voice.

-Oh, Y/n! You sound awful! Why on earth didn’t you text me?

-Because I’m a fucking moron that doesn’t like needing people or asking for help.

-Here, take this. I’ll grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

-No need. I told him as I swallowed the pill he handed me.

The fact that I took that pill with no water shows how desperate I was to get this tortuous pain out of my body.

-Oh wow! He said while giving me a shocked look. Do you need anything? Want me to me you some tea?

I hated the fact that he felt the need to look after me but at the same time, I kind of liked the fact that some was taking care of me. I was going to allow it, till the ibuprofen made its way through my blood. After that, I was planning to make him leave. I was a grown ass woman with a LOT of pride. Silly me….

-A cup of tea will be fine, thanks. After that you can go, no need to baby sit me. I tried to sound determined.

-Will you shut up already? You really think I’m going to leave you while you are looking like that? He snorted as he disappeared into the kitchen.

I didn’t want to sound contemptuous, so I just didn’t bother replying.

I creeped to the sectional couch on the living room and allowed my body to collapse.

A few minutes later, he came back with two cups of tea, as he sat next to me, I could see he was still in his pajamas.

I grabbed the cup he handed me and offered to share my blanket which he accepted.

He pressed his lips over my forehead so as to take my temperature.

­­-You are burning up.

­- I’ll be fine. It’s just the flu, don’t worry.

I finished my cup of tea and that’s the last I remember.

I had to be really honest with myself; she evoked something within me, like a thrilling sensation.

Could be the fact that the way we started to get to know each other was the weirdest thing that ever happened throughout my existence on this earth? Or maybe the fact that, no matter what we’d be talking about, I could not feel the tiniest bit of anxiety?

Something about her made me feel, calm and that made me lose my god damn mind at the same time. Something about her eyes I found extremely soothing

I could not call that love, I’m not that stupid and those four letters mean way too much for me to even contemplating that theory, and not after only a couple of days since I’ve known her.

But what is it? I’ve been slicing my brains trying to find a logical explanation and I was failing miserably. I was getting so frustrated with myself.

I shook my head as if I was trying to magically erase what I was thinking; I needed to snap out of it.

Put on the same jeans I wore last night, a clean t-shirt and a light jumper. Splashed a bit of my favorite perfume on my neck and over my clothes, took another look in the mirror before heading out.

Stopped at the front door to put on my shoes and grab my keys and wallet. Putting on my leather jacket, I yelled to Phil so as to announce my departure.

Rang for the elevator as I texted Y/N

Heading out now, meet you in a bit.

 °Your POV°

 I decided against booking the tour since I much rather roam by myself.

I was focusing my attention to every showcase in front of me, I’m a sucker for museums, well anything history related, to be honest, the vibration of my phone snapped out of it.

Dan was on his way and I still had half of the museum to go through still.

Awesome! I’m half way through the tour. Wait for me inside if I’m not already there, k?

As much as I wanted to sit down for a hot beverage, I was not about to cut the circuit short.

I kept walking around the hall, taking in every bit of history from those walls; I even tried to snap a few photos till the security guy spotted me and politely asked me not to, I nodded as I moved along.

A few minutes later, I was heading out to meet Dan at the café.

 °Dan’s POV°

I arrived and there were no signs of Y/N, so I got in and looked for a table for the two of us near the window where we could enjoy the view of the square.

I’m here, meet you inside I texted.

I was about to start browsing the menu when I lifted my sight and I saw her coming in. I instinctively stood up.

-Hi Dan! She said as she hugged me, I’m getting used to those, no point in lying here.

­-Hi Y/N! I hugged her back.

-So, did you order already?

-Nope, not yet! I was waiting for you. I’m famished.

-Same!!! Have you ever been to this café? Our receptionist at the office recommended it.

-Never, but everything on this menu looks delicious.

There were a few minutes of awkward silence while we chose what to eat. The waitress broke it as she approached and asked us for our orders.

-I’ll have a ham, cheese and tomato croissant and a macchiato. Thank you.

-I’ll have the same but with a vanilla latter. Thanks.

After she gave her order, she pulled out her cellphone and was caught up with it, I found myself staring at her. Without even looking at me she went:

­-Take a photo, it’ll last longer. She laughed as she lifted her sight

-Sorry!

She shook her head.

­­-So…how’s your ‘tourist’ day been so far?

-It’s been great. I love the view from the London Eye but I wish to come again, maybe around sunset so I can take more photos. I plan on visiting as many places as I possibly can during the time I’m here and who knows maybe even taking a small vacation somewhere.

-That sounds like a great plan. I’ve been living here for a couple of years now but never made my way into any of the cultural places the city has to offer.

-Why? It’s a beautiful city and even if you live here, you should contemplate it like a tourist. You definitely need to be my sidekick in these adventures in the future.

-I might take you up on that offer. It all depends on how much free time I can squeeze in between rehearsals

-Rehearsals? What for?

-I’m heading towards a world tour soon with my friend Phil. I’ll be gone for like six months. It’s going to be tough but at the same time very rewarding. I’ll get to go to countries that I’ve never been to like Brazil and Philippines.

-I envy you! I wish I could travel like that. When do you leave?

­-Our first show abroad is in June but I’ll start touring around the UK by the end of April.

-London will miss us both, I return home around that time as well

My heart shrunk a little, I just realized that our time together was going to be even shorter.

As I was falling down the spiral of my thoughts the waitress came back with our orders and snapped me out of them.

We both thanked her at unison.

We ate our meal whilist continuing with our chat. I had a very pleasant afternoon. I got to know her a little better. She told me what brought her to London, about her family, where she grew up, however she avoided the subject when it came to her love life. All I could get out of her was a ‘Don’t ask’, and obliged with her request.

I told her more about my YouTube career, Phil, my friends and how I was helping raise awareness for mental health issues.

-That’s impressive! You should be proud of yourself. You seem to have a very nice and robust platform where you can bring attention to any matter you feel passionate about.

­-I do but so far, I haven’t been talking about this with my audience. I’m working towards to build a stronger relationship with this foundation before spreading the word. I’m still learning how this works, being an ambassador and all, but I’ll get there eventually. I think it will all kick off after the fund raiser they are working on.

-I remember you mentioning that before. What is that about?

-Every year they do a gala called the Spring Ball where celebrities and influential people are invited, like an award show of some sort. They sell pieces of art and you can choose to donate whatever amount you want plus all the tickets that are sold to attend it, go to the fund.

-Wow, that sounds fancy! I bet you are used to that type of things but now, don’t you?

-No, I am not! I laughed but I do like fancy clothes. I got four invitations to it this morning, as I am one of the campaign faces.

-That’s so cool! A fancy night with a fancy dinner and friends. There is no way you won’t have a blast.

At that point, and out of nowhere, I was really contemplating asking her to come with me but I didn’t. It felt rushed plus I haven’t talked to Phil about it yet. It was a safe decision as I for sure would need the input from my Jiminy Cricket.

We finished and I called the waitress so as to pay the bill. Y/N refused to allow me to do so, she insisted on inviting me as she pulled out her credit card.

-My company is paying! Put your wallet back in your pocket, I insist.

Much to my dislike, I allowed her to pay for our food.

-Come on, let’s go! I want to take some photos before sunset

She said as she stood up and started gathering her stuff.

We walked around the square; I swear she took photos of every tile and every shape she could find.

There was a brief moment, where she was standing in front of me, trying to snap a photo of one of the sculptures, that I found so striking that I had to take a photo….of her.

I’ve changed phones many times since that day yet that photo have travelled from one to the other. I still have it; it’s one of my most precious mementos.

As the sun was setting down, we made our way back to the bus stop and subsequently, to our homes.

I still had a few brownies left from last night, key word FEW. I managed to eat half the tray while I binged watched, for the millionth time, Sense8.

While the fresh pot of coffee was being made, I went on to brush my teeth, wash my face, morning routine shenanigans.

Filled my mug, grabbed a few squares of cake and went to the couch, put on the news in hopes to catch the weather report.

Showers will soon clear southeast. A sunny, breezy and cold feeling afternoon then follows. Whilst further isolated showers are possible, most places will remain dry.

Said the weather man as he, basically, announced a cloudy and breezy day.

Finished my coffee and left the cup on the sink.

Back in my room, I grabbed my phone to check my messages. Few unread emails, a dozen messages on my friends group chat, zero from Dan.

I must admit, it crushed me a little knowing that he didn’t text me by now, it was 12:15 already.

‘He said he might be busy’ I thought to myself.

I got dressed and gathered a few things in my backpack: Extra battery, charger, my analogic Nikon camera, wallet and sun glasses.

I decided to start my day on the London Eye; the second place I wanted to visit for sure was Trafalgar Square so I was going to stay in the area.

Walked to Waterloo station and took the 341

As I sat, I decided to text Dan.

Morning! I’m on my way downtown. Hope you have a great day! :)

I plugged my headphones and let the music play. I had to pay attention, this was the first time I was catching that bus and I’m a bit paranoid, despite the fact that I had google maps opened; I wanted to try to memorize the way.

Despite the fact that the sky was covered with gray clouds, I was determined to enjoy my day.

 °Dan’s POV°

Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.

The humming of my phone woke me up. I had my alarm set up but it wasn’t it.  My alarm is Kanye’s Fade.

Damn it!

I hate waking up before my alarm even rings.

12:38 FUCK! I overslept! I wheezed

I had my alarm set up for 11:30 yet I’ve managed to sleep through it.

I sat down and tried to focus my eyes onto the lighted up screen, still half-awake the brightness of it kind of hurt my eyes.

Morning! I’m on my way downtown. Hope you have a great day! :)

God damn it! I thought to myself, as I felt a bit of rage taking over.

Not only I missed the alarm this morning, I left Y/N go out on her own. I really wanted to go out with her today.

I cursed myself one more time. Me and my stupid heavy sleeping.

Damn it! I didn’t hear my alarm. Where are you?

I typed in hopes of her not being so far away, I was thinking that maybe I can still catch her.

On the bus, heading to the London Eye, then Trafalgar Square, why?

I still haven’t checked if I had anything that required my attention today. I was sure that I wasn’t supposed to record any videos with Phil so, if anything, I only had emails to reply. Maybe I was going to be able to meet her at some point in the afternoon.

Clicked on the Gmail icon on my phone and started, frantically, scrolling through my inbox.

Lucky me! I only had 20 new emails to address.

A couple from my manager, some of them from the production team from our new tour and one, in particular, from Young Minds. That was the one that needed to be answered the soonest, so I opened.

Turns out that email carried the formal invitations for the Spring Ball, the fundraiser happening in two weeks’ time. To my surprise, there were 4 of them and I had to RSVP by Friday.

Who has 3 friends!? I thought as I chuckled. I knew for a fact that Phil was going to come with me, but who else could be interested? Louise has a new born so she is out of the question; maybe I could invite PJ and Sophie? I was not yet fully awake so as to think about that so I replied stating that I’d confirm the names of the attendees no later than Friday at 5 pm.

Next up: Tour stuff.

As I went through those, I saw that Phil already took care of most of the decision that were to be made, I was glad he did that as I didn’t need to pile on more stress, plus we were already on the same page.

Feeling a little more under control, I decided that I could take the afternoon off and catch some vitamin D.

I don’t have anything urgent to take care of, want me to meet you somewhere?

I put my phone down as I made it to the bathroom to have a shower.

°Your POV°

My phone buzzed inside my raincoat’s pocket as I was jumping off the bus. I made it to my stop safe and sound. I was proud of myself.

I was a few blocks away but I could already see it in all its majesty.

Once I made it to the waiting line, I pulled off my phone to see a text from Dan.

I didn’t reply it right away as my turn to hop into the ride was up. There weren’t many people there, all tourists of course, and the fact that it was a Wednesday surely helped.

As I made my way to the top, I started taking photos. The view was breath taking. I didn’t want to waste all my roll up there, so I took my phone and snapped a few more, I’m sure my mom would love to see what I was seeing.

As I was making the turn down, I texted Dan:

Too bad you missed this

I’m heading towards the Florence Nightingale Museum next

Want to meet after for coffee?

As I was putting my phone back into my pocket, it vibrated again.

Sure! When and where?

‘Pret a Manger’ in Trafalgar Square? Let’s say, around 3?

Meet you there.