Existential Crisis (Dan Howell fanfic)

The Move

Taylor's POV
I saw it. I saw it all in that same occurring dream. All that pain. It was unbearable until I woke up. Then it was over.

Not that this is new or anything.

The dream gives me a weird feeling, a good one. The pain that ends as I wake up makes me remember I'm alive and well, not in that horrid universe I made up. It makes me happy for some reason.

Great way to start off my day today!

(AN: I use a lot of sarcasm so get used to it)

Soon I hear the pitter patter of my brothers feet running up the steps to my loft. Before I could get out of bed he grabs my arm, yanking me from the comfortable mess of sheets. I hit the ground with a thud and enjoyed the minute of quiet before the little monster starts screaming at me to get up. "TAYLOR AVA SANGSTER IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW YOU'RE GOING TO MISS YOU'RE FLIGHT!!!!"

Oh yeah. I'm moving to London today.
I've only been once and it was a huge change from living in Indiana. More people on the streets, accents, cuter boys, and so much more my hometown could never live up too. I guess I'll be fine.

I hope.

(Time skip till she's at her apartment in London)

Exhaustion washed over me as I laid down in my new bed in my new apartment in my new home in my new life. As I stare at the ceiling contemplating life, for the fifth time that day, I here loud laughter coming from the apartment across from me.

It was loud.

I look at my clock realizing it's only 5 o'clock here and people actually have lives in London.

As I listen closer to the voices I hear only two, both male, laughing and screaming about something.

Since it's so early I decided to go introduce myself to my new neighbors. I should probably makes some friends right?

I fix my appearance and put on some leggings, my giraffe sweater, and some combat boots with some light makeup. I brush my hair into a "Katniss" braid and walk over.

I knock on the door and wait. Shoot. What if I'm interrupting something? What if it's a date? Or a party? Or-

My thoughts get cut off as a tall, pale, black haired man opens the door. He was wearing a lion shirt, Star Wars pajamas, and mismatched socks which I loved very much.

"Oh hello!" He starts before another man walks up behind him, also in pajamas, smiling from something. He too was tall and pale, but instead of black, he had a more brownish hair color. "Phil I wanted to answer the door!!!" He says clearly annoyed. 'Phil' turns around to look at his friend disappointingly, then back at me.

"Sorry he has been wanting to beat me to the door for some reason lately. But anywho hello! I'm Phil and this is my mate Dan!"

"Um hi! I'm Taylor and I just moved in across from you. But uh... Sorry if I disrupted anything..."

"Oh no you're fine! Would you like to come in?" He asks politely opening the door and gesturing me inside.

"Sure!" I walk in and follow the brunet into the living room.

The apartment is decorated much like mine will be when I unpack everything and has a nice welcoming feeling to it. I sit down on the sofa, Phil and Dan doing the same. They both turn to me and Phil speaks first.

"So as Dan here is a little shy of meeting people I will introduce us. I am Phil, I am a YouTuber, I love lions, anime, and video games. This is Dan who is also a YouTuber, loves llamas, anime, and staying inside all day." I like them. "Oh okay... Um you're good at that... I'm Taylor, I also am a YouTuber, I love giraffes, Batman, and playing hockey. I just moved here from America and... Yeah..." I stated hoping they like me too.

Dan speaks up for the first time in this conversation, "You're a YouTuber too? What type of videos do you film?" "Mostly gaming, story times, and occasional short films" I shrug. Dan's eyes widen as I look back at him. Did I say something wrong? Dan suddenly shoots out of the room and soon the slam of a door could be heard down the hall. I look back at Phil as he stands up and leaves to the hall.

He soon comes back dragging Dan along
behind him. "Sorry for that. We sortta just recognized you as Taylor Sangster. The person we watch everyday. How did we not notice it's you?! Ugh we are idiots," he says looking at Dan who is still staring at me in astonishment. Oh dear this is awkward. Wanting to break the ice I asked how long they've lived in London and they said about 2 years. Cool.

About 2 hours and 8 cups of coffee later we were best friends, knowing more than we should about each other. We were acting like typical girls at a sleepover and talking all night until I was too tired for anything.

The boys said goodnight as I crossed the hall and sloppily unlocked the door, barley making it to my bed before passing out into a well needed sleep.

I didn't have the dream that night.

AN:
So hi. This is my fanfic. I hope you'll like it but I can't know unless you tell me! So comment what you think please!
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- Yo ma