YOUR POV:
You finally did it. You moved to London. Honestly, you didn't even really know what you were doing, but you wanted desperately to get away from everything in America. You bought the cheapest flat you could find. As soon as you got off the plane, you changed all your dollars to pounds and hurried to call a cab.
"Where to?" The cab driver asked politely.
"Um.....Ever-bird Complex." You said unsure if that was the right pronunciation.
When the cab finally stopped in front of the building, you paid 12 pounds to the driver and got your bags out of the trunk and hurried inside. Your flat was on the 10th floor, luckily there was a working lift so you didn't have to take the stairs. You had 2 heavy bags so stairs would have made the job harder considering that you were 5 foot 6 and barely weighed 125 pounds.
You loaded all your bags into the lift then stepped in yourself. When you finally got to your floor there were 2 guys standing there. One of the guys had dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He look no older then you, but he was about a foot taller. The other guy wasn't as tall, but still taller than you. He had hair too black for this universe and light blue eyes.
Although they were both cute, you found yourself starring at the guy with brown hair. As you started to walk off the lift you tripped over one of your bags. You were preparing to hit the ground when you realized that you didn't. The guy with brown hair had is arm around your waist holding you up.
"Oh.... Thanks. Sorry to bother you." You said trying not to make eye contact with either of them.
"Really it's no big deal. Do you need help with your bags?" The guy with brown hair said.
"I'm (Y/N) by the way." You said. You at least wanted them to know your name before anything else.
"(Y/N), that's a cute name. I'm Dan and this is Phil." Dan stuck out his hand for you to shake, which you gladly did and Phil nodded on queue of his name being said. "Now back to my question." Dan said obviously trying to get back on the subject from before.
"If you could grab one of the bags it would be a big help, but you don't have to." You said trying to sound polite even though you were extremely nervous. It was 15:45 pm and you were worn out from your trip here.
"Your fine. Don't worry about it we have literally nothing to do today." Phil said with a smileDAN'S POV:
Why can't I stop starring at her? She's just so pretty. Her beautiful (H/L) (H/C) hair and her (E/C) eyes. Everything about her is so perfect. I thought. I need to speak to Phil once we get back to the flat.PHIL'S POV:
Dan is acting different. Why does he keep starring at (Y/N)? I wonder if he likes her? I thought to myself.
"Hey (Y/N)." I had a plan
"Yes Phil?" She had a different type of smile when she was looking at me opposed to Dan.
"Whenever we get your bags to your flat, would you like to come over to our place and get something to eat. Dan and I know the best places?" I wanted them to get to know each other better, since it is very clear that Dan likes her.
"Sure Phil. Thanks for the invite!" She said with a smile.
I glanced over at Dan and winked. He gave me a weak smile and turned to help (Y/N) with her bags, following her to her flatA/N:
So this is my first time posting anything I wrote. I'm sorry if it sucks. I have to type it all on my phone so sorry if there are spelling errors. I hope y'all like it and I will post the next chapter tomorrow! :)
Bye!
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No matter how far apart (Dan Howell x reader)
FanfictionYou finally moved to London. You had a troubled past in America and hope to leave it all behind. You have a new boyfriend and a best friend. But could one simple call ruin everything that you were trying to escape? Or make everything better?