A Daydream Away (A danisnotonfire fanfic)

You Thought Your Love Life Was Complicated

Almost a year.

That's how long I've been living with Dan and Phil. It's how long Phil and I have become closer, becoming even better friends, practically brother and sister. It's how long I've been in love with Dan, and how long i've had to hide that.

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Six months.

That's how long i've had my job at this local cafe, singing songs and playing my guitar when I'm not on shift, and serving coffee and biscuits when I'm on it. It's nice, mainly older couples, a few groups of Uni kids every now and then, and your usual cafe regulars who are there all the time.

And I love it. When Dan and Phil are doing their radio show on BBC Radio 1, or if they're just busy, or if they're hanging out with their friends, I can come here, and play my guitar and sing, something I haven't done in years.

And today was no different. Dan and Phil have their radio show all day, my shift ends at noon, and after that I get to play.

"Nicole, dear, can I get some more coffee?" Mr. Horrell, a sweet old man and one of the regulars, asks, holding up the white mug with his frail hand.

"Of course! There you go dear," I smile, pouring some hot coffee into the cup. He smiles and nods, and I walk off to the bar.

I put the coffee pot back into the coffee maker and sigh. I check the clock and grin. 11:59. I slip off my apron and hang it on the rack that has 'Nicole' written over it in my cursive.

I punch in my card, and smile. David, the manager, smiles back.

"Gonna play for us today, Miss.Nicole?" David is an older guy, not quite a senior, but still up there a little in years.

"Of course. It's one of my favorite things to do," I grin, walking into the back to get my guitar. I check my phone well I'm at it, just in case Dan or Phil texted me. None such luck. Shruging, I get my guitar and it's case, and then make my way to the small platform that serves as a stage.

Several regulars and a few that I don't recognize, but it doesn't matter. I could play in front of anyone, anywhere..... Except for Dan. I don't know why, but whenever I tried to play or sing in front of him, I got choked up.

But anyways, I take my seat on the stool and get out my guitar from it's case. I sling the strap around my neck, and place the guitar in my lap.

"Hey, I'm Nicole. If you recognize me, yes it is because I work here. They just get me to provide some entertainment while I'm at it," I say with a wink towards the tiny crowd. There's a few chuckles, and I take that as my cue to start.

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By the time I finish playing, the tips of my fingers feel numb and raw at the same time. I smile and wave to the crowd as I place my guitar back into it's case. I check my watch a cringe.

It's almost eight.

I quickly pick my up case and then begin to run to the door, but get stopped.

"Nicole? That's your name right?" He asks. By he I mean the guy who stopped me. I turn and face him.

"Yes," I nod, giving him a lookover. His sandy colored hair is trimmed neatly, and black glasses frame his blue eyes.

"I'm Thomas. I heard you play and sing, and I've just got to say, you were amazing," He smiles. I blush, and look away.

"No, I'm not any good," I smile, looking back up. He shakes his head as he grins.

"You were brilliant. Can I get your number?" He asks, holding out his mobile.