Heyyy, I'm back with a BANG. WIth a 2000 word chapter. That's right, my 6 month writing block has ended and now I'm back!!! I Have so many great ideas for this story and I'm super excited. Also, go check out mah YouTube, link in profile - Shameless self promotion ;) WARNING: This chapter mentions drug use

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You hit upload on the video, very little editing was required. Your stomach starts to rumble and you look at the time – Midday. You pull a small bag of chips from the shopping bags and open it. The sweet oily smell makes you close your eyes in pleasure. You try to pace yourself but end up devouring them within the minute. A simple small bag of chips would never suffice, your stomach growls for more.

"How the hell am I meant to live on chips?!" You question yourself out loud. You scrunch up the empty package and toss it aside. Your stomach growls in hunger once more, you tenderly place your hand over it. I need real food you think. You stand up and leave your room, but before you go down the stairs something catches your eye. The locked door from before, presumably Alroy's room, is not slightly ajar. You lean from leg to leg pondering if you should check it out. Eventually curiosity gets the better of you and you creep towards the door, hoping not to make a sound even though Alroy is not at the house. You extend a hand and push it open. It swings back with a creak. There in that room is something you wish you never saw. Something that made you want to run a million miles, something that made you regret ever coming here.

Drugs.

Used needles are scattered next to his mattress, white powder staining the floor, and worst of all the room stinks of beer and smokes. You quickly slam the door shut and run down the stairs and out into the alley way. You half sprint half jog to the main street for the second time today. You feel disorientated, what have you gotten yourself into. Who have you gotten yourself involved with.

This is all a mistake you constantly think to yourself. I should have never left home; why can't I just be normal. What have I done to deserve this. You rest against the brick wall, your head bowed. You rub your temples tenderly trying to get rid of the subtle headache that has now set in.

After a few minutes of controlled breathing and weird stares coming from passing strangers you finally look up. At that exact moment you see Dan Howell walking down the road on the opposite footpath. You stare at him, your eyes glued to the back of his brown hair. All of a sudden he turns, looking right back at you. You break eye contact quickly and he quickens his pace.

*Dan's POV*

After rushing back home to see if Phil had actually set our apartment on fire, which luckily he didn't, I decided to film a video. A video, if anything, about cereal. Yup, cereal...and how precious it is to me. Exposing Phil was the best part of course, his reaction was priceless. I had been sitting down at the computer for ages editing, my eyes burning from the light hitting my sight in my very dark room.

I rub them then yawn, stretching out my arms and resting my head on the bed-head behind me. "Phil?" I call out.

"Yeah?" I hear though the walls several seconds later.

"I'm going out. Do you want anything."

"Nah, I'm good." He replies. By then I have left my cave and poke my head into Phil's room.

"Okay. I'll see you in a few." I grab my black coat and slip on my shoes then head down the stairs.

The cold air bites my lungs as I breath it in. I look through the window of the café we live above momentarily before turning on my heels and walking the other direction. As I walk down the street I feel like I'm being watched. Eyes burrowing into the back of my head. I shrug my shoulders trying to shake off the feeling but it remains. Suddenly I turn my head and see the girl from before, the one from the supermarket. She is leaning against the entrance of a dark alleyway and looks like she's just seen a ghost. She continues to stare at me and I stare back. We quickly break eye contact and I pick up my pace. What happens if she's a stalker? It sends chills down my spine and eventually I lose her from my site.

I eventually make it to Starbucks and order the usual and take a seat next to a frosty window. I finally relax and enjoy the hot drink.

*Your POV*

Your cheeks heat up as he disappears from view. Was it because of you that he quickened his pace? Did he think that you were some kind of creep? I guess I kind of stared at him, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him. You slip your hands into your pockets and walk aimlessly down the road. You start to shake slightly, partly from the cold but mostly from what you had just encountered with Alroy's room. You look down at your feet while you walk, everything seems grey and cold. I'm such a human disaster. Everything, everything is going wrong. All I have is my YouTube and even that won't be enough to live properly. You sigh in between thoughts. I'm such an embarrassment, first my parents kicked me out and now I just freaked out my idol who now thinks I'm some kind of freak stalker. You kick a small rouge stone and it lands in the gutter.

After a few minutes of walking you stop outside Starbucks. Your stomach growls with hunger, enough to convince you to go inside. You push open the glass door and are welcomed with warmth being pumped in by the heater. You walk up to the counter and order a hot drink. You pay for it with the loose change in your back pocket and take a seat at the back of the shop. You take a sip of the drink. It burns your mouth, but it is a pleasing pain and is soothing to your insides.

You take out your phone and look at the responses to your latest video. All of them wishing you support and sympathy. You scroll through the comments and reply to a few before placing your phone back down. You look up and see the one and only, Daniel Howell sitting a few seats behind you. This is the third time I've seen him today! You exclaim excitedly in your thoughts. I wish I could go over and thank him for all him and Phil have done for me. I owe them so much. My only little ray of happiness which engulfs my whole life. You exhale loudly and rest your elbow against the table. But I've screwed up all of my chances of ever speaking to him haven't I?! You mentally face palm.

For what seems like hours but in reality is only minutes; you try and build up the courage to go over and speak to him. But as you are about to get up something remarkable happens. He walks over to you and takes a seat in front of you.

*Dan's POV*

As I sip my drink I draw a little sad face on the window. Some of the condensation drips from the left eye so now it looks like it's crying. A bit like me really, internally of course. I look up from the window and see the exact same girl from before sitting a few tables away from me. Surely this can't be coincidence anymore. I watch her careful movements as she sips her steaming hot drink. It looks like it hurts a lot, but she deals with the pain and gulps the rest down.

I look back at the window and ponder whether she is some creepy stalker, or maybe it's just coincidence, or maybe even fate. But c'mon, how could something like fate ever exist, right? I look back at her and decide to confront her. This curiosity is killing me. As I walk over to her I toss the empty cup into the bin and take a seat opposite her. Her eyes shoot open and she turns bright red, her mouth slightly open. I stare at her for a few moments, taking in her features. Very beautiful if I'm honest, around my age too. I tilt my head, she kind of looks familiar...my thoughts are cut off.

"H-Hi." She stutters.

"Hi." I say back. The awkward tension is unbearable. She quickly brings a hand up to her face and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't want to sound rude of anything, but...are you following me around? It's just that I've seen you a lot today, and I'm kind of curious."

"No." She says quietly shaking her head.

*Your POV*

"No." You say shyly shaking your head. What is happening right now?! My idol is literally sitting opposite me asking if I'm some kind of stalker. "I'm really really sorry if it seems that way, but I haven't at all. I would never dream of stalking you Dan..." You feel your face heat up. He raises an eyebrow at you as he hears his name. "Oh god, gosh, umm..." You panic desperately trying to fix the situation.

"It's okay." He chuckles. I smile back at him. He is so cute when he laughs, the way his dimples appear, the way his face lights up, I could go on and on about him... You cup your hands around the drink. "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)" You reply.

"(Y/N)..." He trails off and ponders the name. "That's a nice name. It suits you."

"R-Really, thanks." You are so happy that at any moment you could explode. You let out an awkward chuckle. "I'm so sorry if I'm awkward, it's just you and Phil are my inspiration and have helped me through very tough times...including now." You whisper the last part.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time."

"A-Are you sure. Like I don't see why you would be interested at all in knowing."

"You just seem like an interesting person with an interesting story. So yes, I have time."

"O-Okay." You look up at the 6 foot 3 giant in front of you. Your stomach grumbles, it still not satisfied with the hot drink you just drank. He stares at you.

"How about I get us something to eat?" He rises to go over to the counter.

"Oh, I could never ask you for that..."

"It's my treat." You smile and nod at him.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. I'm talking on behalf of my stomach." He chuckles at your response and goes to the counter to order.

After a few minutes he comes back carrying two plates stuffed with pastries and sandwiches. You stare at the food, salivating. You held back your instincts to devour it and bit your lip.

"Go on, what are you waiting for. Dig in." You start eating and with each bite your stomach growls less.

"This.Is.So.Amazing." You mumble through bites.

"I'm glad you like it." He picks up a small croissant and takes a bite.

"Anyway, I thought you were avoider of all human contact. So what are you doing here speaking to me."

"Don't know, guess I just needed a break from editing. Phil's not much one for conversation right now since he's quite busy editing his latest video."

"Wow, I'm impressed Dan." He nods.

"Same." He picks up a sandwich. "So (Y/N), what's your story?"