A/N Hello everyone, I hope you enjoy this, it is my second Fanfiction, but first with Dan and Phil. I recently decided to take up writing again and so far I am enjoying it! Thanks! :)

A/N UPDATE 3/5/13 Hello new readers! I promise you my writing improves as it progresses, so this is a note to say please continue to read it and keep faith in me! I realise i may have to re-write some here, but if you would like to follow it through it would mean a lot me :)

Chapter 1

Awkward and Awkward Alike.

I started down the carpeted hallway leading to the elevators, whilst humming to myself. Looking for a flat is scary; fresh out of a 3 year course at university, I was barely able to use a credit card properly.

The Hallway didn't smell as damp as the previous buildings – which is a good sign – but I still feel as if there is something strange about this place.

My mother ushers me into the elevator as I notice the 5 intricately painted numbers on the wall with people's names next to them. I skim my eyes over it, admiring the quirky decor in the building – then my eyes flutter to the 3rd number down.

'3 – Daniel Howell and Phil Lester'

The names seem familiar to me, but I push the thought aside as my mother pushed the level 2 button in the elevator.

"Quick get in here!" My mother snaps.

I rip my gaze from the list and skip over the metal strip on the floor into the elevator. The metal box flies up until we reach the 42nd floor. The ride was silent; with no crappy elevator music – I like that – another good sign.

The new corridor has white walls and a patterned red and brown carpet; I follow my eyes on it down the hall until I reach the door – a metal '2' screwed onto the white laminate finish, just above the blank name card.

The flat is mostly open plan, a large living area and a kitchen off to the left, and a breakfast bar dividing the two. To the right I see 2 bedroom and en suites. 2 Bedrooms. What?

I raise my eyebrows at my mother, "two bedrooms?" I inquire.

"Well you never know, we have the money, and if your 'little' sketches take off, you can support yourself" I slip a smile at 'little' – Yeah, like a Graphics Art Major is gained by 'little' sketches.

"So .. you think I'll meet someone?" I tactically ask her.

"Maybe," She approaches me and tucks my auburn hair behind my ear, skimming my cheek. " lots of nice young chaps in London!" She winks at me, while still looking down at me – I'm still only just shorter than average – with long legs, a short torso and a heart shaped face, and green eyes.

I nod at my mum and mutter, "Yeah right..." And stroll into the first bedroom. The simple decor and double bed make the room light up, using the large windows to broaden the sun's rays into the pale room. Apparently all the flats in the building have the same layout, so I imagine many couples already live in the building.

I walk round the flat a few times, admiring and accepting it more and more, as excitement bubble up inside me.

I approach the sofa where my mother has been perched for the last hour. I gaze past her though, noticing the 2 floor to ceiling windows, but more importantly the spectacular view behind it. Entranced by the tall buildings jutting out from shorter structures, I finally snap out and exclaim;

"I love it. I need it. Final decision."

"Oh really?" My mother's curly brown hair bobs as most short hair does when they jump up with excitement.

"Yeah – It's great!"

"Brilliant then, I'll contact Stevie, she'll be thrilled you've finally picked one!"

Stevie is our estate agent – and my mother's friend.

We work out way back through the corridor and enter the elevator.

I jab the ground floor button, and let the whoosh of the elevator carry me down.

But the lift stops at the 1st floor. The doors open; and standing in the corridor, is a tall, dark haired boy – no, young man - with dark brown eyes and with a cosmic shirt on.

Next to him stand's a taller figure, straight, swishy ink black hair and a cam-corder in his hand.

The dark haired boy had already started walking towards the door as they opened, so awkwardly proceeded to enter the elevator. The ink – haired boy gave him an awkward, almost worried look as he made gestures for him to not enter the elevator.

The lift was big enough for at least 6 people, so I could see no reason they both could not enter.

He was obviously too socially awkward to turn around and exit again, and as like me, did nothing but exchange glances and say "hey" as he shuffled in to the front of the lift as the doors shut – ink haired boy with a panicked look upon his face, stuck in the corridor alone, who simply turned to the stairs instead.

A/N Next Chapter up soon! Promise :D