Call Me Hopeless, Not Romantic (Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil)

Ah, how I've missed London. The constant traffic. The chattering of people. It's good to be back. Especially now that my parents aren't planning my whole career for me.

"Iz, get that box, will ya?" My best friend and now roommate Olivia says. I grab the closest box and hand it to her. I never knew we had this much stuff. I knew that our old flat was tiny, but this would fill the whole thing up. I grab the last few boxes and head into the elevator with Olivia.

"Good to be home?" She asks.

"Yeah. Great. First impression of London?" I reply.

"Noisy." She laugh.

"You'll get used to it, Livs."

The doors open and we quickly grab the things out and to our apartment door.

"Got the keys?" Olivia asks.

"Yeah." I grab them out of my pocket and unlock the door to our new home.

We moved down to London as Olivia got asked to be a DJ for Radio One, seeing as her show on the local radio in Oxford got so many hits. Plus, she's experienced. I don't think that counts much.

"I'm starved." I say, bringing the last box in. "Want me to go grab a sandwich for us or something?" I suggest. Olivia nods. I grab the spare set of keys we got given and some money.

"Phone?" Olivia calls out.

"Oh yeah, thanks. See ya in a few!" I wave.

"BLT please Iz!" I hear as I shut the door. Like always. I head off to the elevator. I see a guy walk out of one of the doors, and heading towards the elevator too.

As I get in, he presses the ground floor button. I get out my phone and scroll through Twitter. Hey, I hate socialising, okay? The elevator stops suddenly, making me jump. The guy presses the ground floor button repeatedly, before sighing.

"For fucks sake." He whispers.

"Broken?" I ask.

"Yeah. The bloody thing is a nuisance." He replies.

"I'll remember to take the stairs next time." I remind myself out loud.

"Woah, don't go there. Someone died on them stairs." The guy says.

"What." I say, shocked.

"Just kidding." He laughs. I get a text from Olivia.

'What's taking so long?' I quit the message and lock my phone. Maybe it would be a good idea to call someone to rescue us.

"Apparently we aren't important enough to be saved at this moment in time." The guy says.

"How long will we have to wait?" I sigh.

"From anywhere between one to three hours." He says. I sit down in the corner, and the guy does the same, sitting in the opposite corner. Would it be weird if I started vlogging right now? I think so. I decide to go onto Twitter.

'@DizzyIzzy: stuck in a lift with some guy. Send help ASAP!!!' Within moments, people start tweeting me things. I'll tweet them back later. The guy starts cursing under his breath. Do I introduce myself to him? If I do, what do I say? Hi my name is Izobella who the fuck are you? No. That would be rude. What would Olivia do in a situation like th-

"I'm Dan, by the way." The guy, who now has a name, says.

"I'm Izobella." I smile.

"So, Izobella. What made you want to take the lift today?" He asks. A very bad way of trying to make a conversation, but okay.

"I had to go to the store to get food." I say. "How about you?"

"Same thing." He says. "I don't think I've seen you around before"

"Oh, me and my friend just moved in here."

What seemed like an eternity goes past, and the rescue team turn up. We stand away from the door as the try and push it apart.

After a few attempts, me and Dan got out safely. Okay, Dan got his foot stuck a few times, but we are both still in one piece. We thank the rescue team and take the stairs down to the ground floor.

"I can't remember what I was supposed to get." I say, mainly to myself.

"Something food- related? Unless you wanted to go to the store for the fun of it." Dan says.

We walk down to this little corner shop, as it was much closer to the apartment than a supermarket was. It's pretty cool, for a corner shop. I look at the sandwiches. I think that was what I was supposed to get. What did Olivia want again? Oh, a BLT.

"So many sandwiches. Which shall I get?" I hear Dan say. I look at him, who is copying me, staring at the vast range of sandwiches.

"I think I'll have to buy all of them." I say, picking up the BLT and a ham and cheese one for me.

"Two? That's not all of them." Dan says.

"These two didn't want to go, so I chose them anyway." I reply.

"You're so weird."

"Why thank you."

"Weird..."

"I'd say the same for you." I look at him holding a bar of soap and a can of deodorant.

"Hey, I liked the colour of the soap, okay?" He says, pulling the soap closer to him. I laugh and go pay for the sandwiches. He pays for his stuff and we walk back to our apartments. We took the stairs, as we didn't want another lift incident.

"I thought you said you could get killed on these stairs?" I say.

"Oh yeah." He pretends to kill me with the bar of soap.

"Oh no I'm dying. Help me." I say in a monotone voice.

"Let's steal your stuff." He grabs the bag with the sandwiches in and runs away.

"My roommate will murder you!" I shout. He stops and puts the bag down. "Thanks for carrying to my door."

"You're welcome." He says. "Hey, um, can I get your number? Y'know, not in a cre-"

"Sure." I interrupt him.

"Okay." He hands me his phone and I put my number in.

"See you around, Dan." I say, handing his phone back.

"Bye, Izobella!" He says, walking to his apartment.

I enter in mine.

"What the fuck took you so long?!" Olivia yells at me, not taking her eyes off of the TV. How she set that up is beyond me.

"The lift broke down." I shrug and hand her the sandwich.

"You could've replied to my text! I thought you were murdered!" She exclaims.

"You worry too much, Livs. Anyway, you owe me £2 for that sandwich."

"That much for a sandwich?! You gotta be kidding me. I'll pay you later." She walks off to her room, and I am left alone, eating my sandwich.

A/N

New story dance *insert Mexican music and an AmazingPhil style dance here* hope you enjoyed! Be sure to comment any suggestions if you feel like it. Okay bye

Nat xoxo

**STORY TITLE CREDIT: MAYDAY PARADE~ CALL ME HOPELESS NOT ROMANTIC**