The First Meet

Chapter 2 - The Backstory

Dan's POV ---

We walk in near silence as the snow falls around us. Every once in a while, I look over at Audrey, but she is deep in thought. She always seems to be in her own little world, and that is one of the things I love about her.

Audrey and I have been best friends for as long as I remember. We hung out in primary school, and our relationship has only strengthened from there.

When I started this whole YouTube thing, she encouraged me. She thought I'd get maybe a hundred subscribers at best. She sort of treated it as a joke, but I always took it more literally. Even then, I never expected to hit over 3 million subscribers!

I stare down at the pavement, staring at my sneakers. I make it so my pace is identical with Audrey's.

As we near the park, I nudge Audrey's elbow and she snaps out of her reverie. I can't help but wonder what she was thinking about as we walk through the gates.

Audrey's POV ---

Its rather cold outside. It's not the sort of weather one can successfully harbor a conversation in, so I sink into my thoughts.

I can't help but feel shocked as we go to this meet up. Who would've thought adorable Dan Howell would ever get this far. I didn't doubt his talent per say, I just didn't think he would be so popular.

Of course, why wouldn't he be popular?

His gorgeous brown eyes you can melt into, his dimples that appear whenever he gets a good laugh, his adorable self proclaimed "hobbit hair" that arises whenever he's too lazy to straighten it.

I love everything about him, I have since the day we met.

Of course, he never knew my feelings for him. As time went on, he went through girlfriend after girlfriend, as I sat and watched. I had a boyfriend or two of course, but I never loved them as much as I loved Dan.

Of course, Dan seemed to be the only person who didn't know how I felt about him. I constantly got picked on whenever he wasn't around. He tried so hard to protect me, but it didn't work. I'd always shrug it off when he asked about my bruises, I wore long sleeves to hide the scars. I have for my entire life.

I used to cry myself to sleep knowing he didn't love me. But now that we moved in together, I have to sob more silently, knowing he's a mere few rooms apart. We are so near physically, but I fear that unless he knows how I feel soon, I will always be his 'sister.'