Simply Meant To Be ||Dan x Reader||

Chapter 1 - The Airport

Notes:
First fic so it prolly won't be that great
Apologies for any mistakes and if the writing is poorly done

Enjoy!

I peered out of the small window, gazing out a vast and shifting blue sky with tufts of white clouds floating aimlessly in the open space. I smiled, enjoying the beauty of being miles high above the ground. My smile faded as the person sitting next to me let out an obnoxious snore. His head fell to the side and rested upon my shoulder. I didn't even know the man, but he was seated right next to me and slept for more than half of the trip. An unpleasant memory for my big move to London.

"Attention all passengers, flight 666 is now landing into London. Please have your passports and boarding passes ready." A male pilot with a gruff voice announced on the over-head speakers. I sighed in relief, knowing that I would be leaving this musty plane and never have to see the person sleeping on my shoulder ever again.

The lane was congested as several passengers attempted to get their carry-on luggage at the same time. I gently tapped the person who was sleeping on my shoulder to wake him up.

"Hey, wake up, we're here." I said softly. The man grunted, his eyes fluttering open and squinting as the sunlight poured onto them. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up fully erect, stretching a little.

"Thanks." He said politely, a major contrast compared to his earlier actions. I waited for the people in the plane to drain out so I could get my stuff without the hassle of rubbing up against strangers. I had severe social anxiety, so this journey of moving was going to be a big challenge for me, and hopefully, a step forward.

I followed a group of people that shared the same plane as me to the luggage pick up and dragged my two huge and heavy suit cases behind me, along with my carry-on duffle bag. I grimaced. Lugging the weight behind me was starting to hurt my shoulders and arms and I hadn't even left the airport yet. It was going to be a long trip to the flat that I had rented. London was so new, so foreign to me. So renting taxi's and finding my way around would probably be hell for me.

I rushed towards the escalator frantically, afraid that I might miss the subway, and in the process my shoulder gave away from the weight and my duffle bag went flying down the escalator. The flap unzipped, resulting in my clothes and other necessities to scatter across the clean white tiled floor. I panicked, and tried to get down the escalator quickly to gather my things. But being as clumsy as I am I managed to trip over my own suit cases and stumbled down the moving staircase. I plunged down, hitting my head a few times on the descent down, and landed hard on my back. I groaned in pain. My embarrassing episode earned me several stares from everyone in the area, and a few children, teenagers, and immature adults laughed at me. My anxiety started to kick in and I couldn't even move. Not even to get up. I froze at the sounds of laughter and rude comments. But before I could even attempt to stand up, a figure stared down at me. I gazed up at them while they stared me down. The person was in a hood and had a fringe haircut that shielded their face from view.

"Are you alright?" A soothing British accent asked. I was too afraid to speak. The person extended an arm. When I had mustered enough courage, I complied to the hand outstretched towards me and was lifted to my feet with ease.

"Tbthank..." I managed to sputter, but it came out slurred and I think I added a few unwanted letters.

"It's no problem." The person answered. Their raven black fringe curtained over their eyes. He bent over and started to pick up the clothing that had spilled from the duffle bag. I helped, putting all the contents back.

"You r-really didn't have to help a clutz like me..." I stammered, slinging the strap over my shoulder once everything was cleaned up.

"I know I didn't have to, I wanted to." He smiled. I was confused.

"Who are you?" I asked, giving him a quizzical look. He pulled down his hood, revealing his face. His eyes gleamed a crystal blue and his hair was blacker than coal. But despite his dark clothing and hair, he seemed like a cheery guy.

"My name's Phil. Phil Lester." He stuck out his hand once more, and I shook it with my own.

"Nice to me-meet you." I smiled shyly.

"I'm assuming you just got off or are getting on a plane?" He gestured to my bags.

"Yep, I decided to move here." I stated proudly, feeling more and more confident as we spoke.

"Really? Well you made a fairly decent choice I suppose."

"Anything to get away from my family.." I mumbled. Phil frowned.

"Oh, family issues, huh? I'm assuming it's personal, so I won't ask for details." I nodded, but quickly tried to change the subject to keep the mood light.

"So why're you here?" I questioned him.

"I was originally here for a flight, but a missed it by five minutes. Then I saw you. You looked like you needed some help." I blushed. Not because I thought he was attractive, I mean, he was cute, but not my type. I was blushing because it's been so long since someone has been so friendly to me. Especially a complete stranger. I suddenly remember about the subway and glanced at my watch. I gasped.

"God dammit.." I groaned. "I missed my freaking subway, now I have to walk to my flat." Phil perked up a bit, finding another opportunity to help me.

"Hey, I could give you a ride there." I grinned wide.

"R-Really?" I beamed.

"Of course, it's the least I could do." He shrugged like it was no big deal. I pulled him into a tight sudden hug. Which surprised me and him both.

"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" I bounced eagerly. Things were already starting to look up a bit, and I haven't even been here for an hour yet.

Phil had a pretty nice car that had one of those little tree scented things you hung on the mirror. It released an odor that vaguely reminded me of the forest by my old house.

"So where do I turn?" He asked.

"Right here." I pointed to the turn that lead to a fairly unkempt apartment. Phil cringed.

"This is the place you're staying?" He said, a little vexed.

"Yeah I know, It's not great, but it's temporary." He seemed a little unsure about it, but dropped me off at the entrance nonetheless. I waltzed inside and approached the lady at the front desk.

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I walked back outside to see Phil still waiting in the car with a disappointed look drawn on my face.

"You're still here?" I asked him. He nodded.

"Yeah, just incase you came back out. Why are you back in the parking lot?"

"Apparently my payment never went through when I rented it back in America and I couldn't find my wallet with me. It has my credit card in it." Phil tilted his head and his eyebrows knit together.

"Aw, I'm so sorry about that..." I shook my head.

"It's alright.. I just don't really have a place to stay now." Phil rubbed his chin, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I know! You could reside in my flat for a while! My friend is gone, so you could use his bedroom." Relief washed over me.

"Really?" I jumped at the thought of it. I didn't know him too well, but from what I have seen and what he told me on the car ride, he seemed like a good guy. He grinned wide and nodded. "What about your friend? Will he care if I sleep in his bed?" Phil waved a hand to say it was nothing.

"Yeah, he won't care at all, and he's gone for a few days with some of his friends because he thought that I was going on that trip. But I missed that flight. So hop in!" Excitedly, I threw my bags in the back and leaped into the passenger seat. We sped off, and the whole way there I couldn't wipe the smile smeared on my face. My first day in London was already an adventure.