You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

Oh, the little men, marching, marching, marching around the basement I call my room, my safety, my home. The people in my town are convinced I'm possessed or insane, whichever suites them. They care more for themselves, overlooking my scarred arms and the hateful message "Die Bitch" scrawled on my stomach with a knife last year; a result of the shits that stoop low enough to bully a nobody like me. The little men in black marching band uniforms march for me every day as I spill my thoughts, feelings, troubles, delights, and secrets to them. They are always there to listen to me, marching on an on. I don't know why they do; I'm just a worthless nobody who hates her life and the world around her along with all of its worthless inhabitants. One day, they stop marching, stop playing the music intended for my ears only, frozen in the middle of their saddest march. All except one. The leader of the parade, the singer whose words I could not decipher even after hearing the band for the latter years of my life, walks up to my feet and I stare in awe and shock, the small blade slipping from my arm and hand mid-slice, falling to the wood floor with a clatter and a splatter of blood. The blade so nearly missing his perfect white-blonde hair, the man glides towards me, missing the bounce in his step that a person should have when they walk. I blankly reach for the blade again, ready to rip more of my scarred skin. "Don't. Skye please, do not pick up that blade again," He cries in his small voice, tears spilling onto and staining his pale cheeks. "I can't take it anymore!"

Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?

First book in the I Have Always Noticed You series Dan tries to keep to the shadows and away from everyone else. But Phil sees him and doesn't want him to be alone. What will happen when their two worlds collide, will it be beautiful? Or will it crash and burn? -Trigger warning-

Dan Howell has telekinesis - a power just like out of a comic book. Yet instead of protecting the universe as a brave superhero, he hides. He hides his power and himself, fearing nothing more than getting attached to somebody and dragging them down. Of course, Phil Lester, the new kid in school, just had to come waltzing in, destroying his entire view on nearly everything in the worst (and best) ways possible. Phil's like a drug, and boy, is Dan addicted. Warning: contains self harm, depression, boyxboy, references towards abuse, and other possible triggers or content you may not be comfortable with. you can message me in private for the specifics if you feel you need it and remember to stay safe. (Top: #89 in Fanfiction, #1 in Phan!)