London was a big place. Not that I expected it not to be big. But it was like a giant maze of people and buildings, all caging you in. The endless traffic and the smell of petrol fumes clouded my nostrils, along with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. It kept reminding me that I was wise not to smoke. Although when I was seventeen I got drunk and ending up trying one at a party. And I hated it. It tasted like shit. I literally ended up coughing and spluttering, and I never ended up trying one ever again, despite how much my friends tried to persuade me.

So, I can't exactly go on without even telling you about myself. Well, my name's Natasha Thompson, but people call me Tash for short. I'm twenty one, and I work from home as a games tester. I've always been into video games; I'm not too obsessed but I like playing them and I love my job as I can work from home. I'm new to London, I've just bought a flat with my best friend Rose. She's a year younger than me, and in my opinion way more attractive. Well, according to me everyone is. I'm forever alone, seriously.

Boys always fall for her wavy brown hair and sparkling green eyes, and her charm. Whereas me, I'm just a derp. I fall over all the time, I make the most insanely not funny jokes that no one but me laughs at. Well sometimes Rose laughs at them just to make me feel better. She probably doesn't even find them funny. Sometimes I wonder how I even have friends.

I fished my iPhone 5 from my jacket pocket, looking at my reflection in the screen and running a hand through my long blonde hair to try and get it to look presentable. Once I'd got my fringe straight and made sure I didn't have splodges of make-up all over my face, I turned on my phone to check if I had any texts.

And there I was, the one lingering behind the group. I was out in town with a bunch of my friends, along with Rose. We were hanging out, going shopping and just looking around and getting to know the place a little better. They were all miles ahead of me, and I was just the loner behind them all, standing texting on my phone. Of course I walked a little slower so that I didn't bump into people whilst looking down at my phone screen, but that also meant that my friends were gradually fading off into the distance.

"Come on, Tash! You're miles behind!" I heard one of my friends, Lydia, call out. I looked up from my phone and started a fast jog towards them, elbowing my way through the crowds of people. When I finally caught up with them, I was panting for breath. I really was unfit.

"Finally. I need to get home now, girls. Let's get on the underground and we'll meet again tomorrow, OK?" Cat, another one of my friends said. Cat and Lydia were twins: you could hardly tell the two apart, apart from that Lydia had slightly longer hair.

Lydia wasn't listening as she was in mid-conversation with Rose about some 'hot guy off YouTube that she really wants to marry'. Rose was laughing and nodding, and Cat punched Lydia in the arm to get her attention.

"Lydia, we need to get home you bitch!"

Lydia spun around and glared at her sister. It almost looked like a sister-fight was about to hit off.

"Yeah, yeah you dumb slut. See you tomorrow, girls! Let's all go down to the underground together, then we won't get separated."

Rose and I nodded and we started making our way through the dense crowds. Incredibly stupidly, I slipped my phone out again and continued texting. I smiled at the reply I got, but I was so lost in talking to this person (one of my other friends) that I actually stopped walking without thinking about it.

When I looked up, I almost had a heart attack. People walked by as normal, but there was no sign of Rose, Lydia or Cat. They had disappeared. I frantically looked around, pushing through the crowds, but they were nowhere to be seen. My breathing had accelerated to proper hyperventilating now, as I panicked, searching for any sign of my friends.

"Rose! Cat! Lydia! Where the fuck are you?!" I called out, in hope of an answer. But all I got in response was being shoved almost off balance by a passer-by in a hurry. I cursed under my breath. My phone was almost out of battery and probably didn't have enough left for a call. Typical me. I waste my battery on crap and it's almost out when I really need to use it. I'm totally fucked now.

"Oh, shit," I cursed under my breath. They were probably on the train now. There was no way I was ever going to catch up with them. And worst of all, I didn't know my way around either. I was new to London. Oh shit, this was bad.

I paced around, hoping that some miraculous idea would suddenly pop into my head. Unfortunately I got no such idea. I considered asking someone where to go, but for I knew they could be some rapist or paedophile, or send me in the wrong direction on purpose. I wish there was someone I could trust.

I angrily punched my palm, growling in frustration. Walking over a bit, I found a wall to lean against. It was inevitable. The tears began to spill down my cheeks as I sobbed. I was lost and alone. For all I knew someone might try to kidnap me. I was properly scared.

My head dropped to stare at the ground as I embarrassingly wiped the tears from my eyes. Closing my eyes I silently prayed, despite not really being a believer in God, that someone would come and help me. But right now I needed someone to believe in.

Suddenly two hands were resting on my shoulders. At first I thought it might be Rose, Cat or Lydia, but when I looked up, it wasn't. When I looked at him I immediately spotted no threat, and let him stand in front of me.

"Are you OK?" the guy asked, he looked around my age with brown hair and amazing chocolate-coloured eyes. He looked at me as if he really was concerned for me, like he really did care.

"No," I choked out, wiping the next wave of tears from my eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I-I've lost my friends. I don't know how to get back home."

Sighing, he daringly took a step closer to me, trying to reassure me with a smile which showed his cute dimples. "Have you just moved here?"

"Yes, I live in a flat, but I can't remember how to get to it. My phone's run out and I can't remember my friends' numbers off by heart. I'm fucked."

He chuckled. "Come with me. You can call your friends from my flat, I live nearby. And I'm not a stalker or rapist, so don't worry about that."

"Thank you, you don't know how much it means," I smiled, glad that someone had finally come to help me. "I'm Natasha by the way, but call me Tash if you want, that's what everyone calls me."

"Dan," he replied, encouraging me to walk beside him. "We better get back then. Unless you... uh... want to stop for a coffee?"

My eyes lit up. This guy was really cute and good-looking. "Yeah... I mean, sure. Of course. Yes."

I really was awkward when it came to these things.

He smiled widely, he looked so adorable when he smiled. "Starbucks. I'll pay."

Taking his hand, we began walking down the street together towards the nearest Starbucks. So not only had I been rescued, but I had also seemed to get a guy to like me. This was seriously the best coincidence ever. In a way I was kind of happy that I got lost.

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