I gasped. This couldn't be happening. I looked again and saw another tall dark guy get out the taxi. Phil.
I proceeded to stare at them for another 5 minutes as the taxi pulled away, leaving just them and the moving van.
Dan turned around, looking at the houses. I ducked under the window-sill so he couldn't see me.
Shitting dick nipples.
Could it REALLY be possible that the town Dan and Phil were moving to, WAS MINE?!
I mean they'd said they wanted a change, but my town (uptown) was in the middle of nowhere. 2 hours away from London by train.
Jesus Christ.
Dan Howell and Phil Lester were my neighbours. I couldn't quite let that sink in. I cautiously looked out the window. The moving van had moved up the drive and 2 men were starting to unload the furniture.
I watched as Dan's bed, Their sofas, boxes of stuff and more was unloaded into their house. I let out a soft sigh. I was going to get to meet them. My 2 YouTube inspirations were now living only 40 metres away from me.
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The Guy Next Door (A Dan Howell fanfiction)
Novela Juvenil15 year old Katherine is a huge danisnotonfire and amazingphil fangirl, and has never been understood by her friends. It doesn't help that she's hugely in love with Dan. So when Dan and Phil become her new neighbours, will she be able to hide her il...
