I didn't answer him, I couldn't even bare to look at him. The only thing I needed to do was getting the hell out.

HIGHEST #5 IN TAG danhowell #3 IN TAG philiplester #7 IN TAG danisnotonfire #100 IN TAG danielhowell #8 IN sophomore A/N: I do not own anyone in this story unless said otherwise! this story is so AU that the line separating an American and British lifestyle doesn't exist. I'm American myself so if you have any type of confusion, just comment a question and I'll try my best to answer. It's pretty confusing... but it's worth the risk. ALSO DAN HOWELL CAME OUT, YAY FOR HIM, LOVE THAT!! so this fic is officially dated, i apologize for any offensive things that are written here, i'm bi so i found the gay jokes funny. anyways, enjoy the story!! ** Daniel Howell. The cool, hot guy. Philip Lester. The best friend. Yourself. The one in between. //like my work? check out my Phil Lester X Reader; 'Innocent Lester' and some d&p oneshots/imagines! Please and thank you!//

One Direction and Owl City imagines, private message me for a request

This isn't a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I'd be happy to recommend one, but I don't have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It's the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it's also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.

Adam Young, 27. Multi-platinum recording artist under the alias 'Owl City'. At the top of his game. Seems like the perfect guy... or is he? Anna Daft, 24. Average girl living in a small town. Life photographer. Wandering aimlessly. What happens when the two of them meet? Will sparks fly or will they crash and burn? One thing's for sure, this fateful encounter is about to change their lives forever. It's warm chocolate brown against cold ice blue.