Moving to London, finally. New people, new home, new life. You can forget all of your problems back in North America, with the help of someone special... _____________ Forewarning: I wrote this story many years ago, so I apologize for all the spelling mistakes, grammar issues and the overall overused plot. My writing has since improved, but I'd rather not edit and correct all these things for the sake of looking back on how much I've grown and changed, writing-wise. Thanks for your understanding!

(lowercase intended) this is your story. you are the main character. you expected your move to london to be simple. you wanted to value, visualize, and be inspired by the art and history that surrounded you. you wanted to find an escape from the constant pressure of your old every day life. you never thought you'd meet someone who could do that all for you, no matter where you were.

Your just walking down the cold streets of London as the sky begun to erupt with all the blushing pinks when who should knock into you from in front -dan Howell. This was the first time you'd actually seen him in real life and it's fair to say your were a bit starstruck. He actually knocked you over- and then picked you up. Thankfully, he was actually a really nice guy. He was tall (that you already knew) and really- REALLY cute. "Oh, my I'm so sorry can I help?" His voice was soft and proud. "You're that guy... dan! Wow! I'm kinda starstruck. Sorry for knocking into you I suppose..." "That was my fault. Can I buy you coffee, or tea if you prefer to apologise?" "Of course, that would be wonderful" Here begins your journey... ☁️