Chapter 1

It all started when I was sitting in Starbucks with my best friend, Taylor. We were drinking our coffees and having a catch-up. It was only a week until Christmas and we hadn't seen each other since October. It was really hard to find time to see her now that we went to different universities, but we always talked online if we couldn't meet up. We had a lot in common, but a big one was the fact that we both absolutely adored YouTubers. Geeks? Well, yes, we were.

Then came the most ridiculous moment ever. It was crazy. I couldn't believe my own eyes. Just as we were chatting, a boy walking in. He was tall with short dark hair. His side fringe swept across his pale face. We recognised him instantly. Taylor turned to me wide eyed, "Oh. My. God." She whispered.

"Ok, Ok. Let's stay calm and just ask for a picture with him, yeah?" I held my phone up, the butterflies in my stomach having a party.

Taylor nodded, grinning. We walked over and I thought I should probably speak, Taylor would most likely faint, "Um, hi Dan. We're huge, well…Danosaurs. Could we get a picture with you?" I realised it sounded cringey, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.

Dan laughed a little, but not like he was making fun of us, more like he thought it was cute to find fans in Starbucks, "Sure." He took my phone and held it above us to take a picture.

"Thank you!" Taylor squealed.

"Tay…" I was slightly embarrassed now. I didn't want to seem OTT fangirly.

Dan smiled, "No problem." His voice sounded even better in real life.

Taylor left soon after, promising me to meet up soon. I sat on my own at the table for a while, secretly watching Dan order a coffee and sit by the window next to the door. I decided to stop sitting like a loner/stalker and walked out with my half-drunk coffee, which I (thank God) had ordered to go. The disaster struck. I tried to get out the swingy door (I hate them!), but it swung back and knocked my coffee out of my hand and all over my top and hair. I swore to myself under my breath, but at least it wasn't too hot. I panicked, watching my shirt turn see-through, but then I felt large, warm hands on my back, heat flowing even through my thick coat.

"Are you ok?" It was Dan. Dan Howell was practically hugging me and asking me if I was ok.

"Um, yeah. Thanks."

A member of staff came over and cleared up the mess, while Dan turned me around and said softly, "Do you want me to buy you another one?"

I did. I really did, "Oh, no. Don't worry about it."

"No, I want to. Anything for a Danosaur." He assured gently and grinned.

"Ok, if you insist." I giggled.

"Good, what will it be?" He smiled. He had such a beautiful smile.

"A…skinny vanilla latte, please."

"A skinny vanilla for a skinny vanilla." He winked. I practically died, "Sh*t, that didn't work. Sorry, I saw it on Tumblr, but…you're brunette!" He put his head in his hands.

"Don't worry." I laughed.

He really wasn't good with human interaction. But God, I loved it.

He came back a couple of minutes later with my coffee, and asked me to sit with him. I thanked him and said yes.

"Nice jumper." I commented on his trademark nebula sweatshirt. I absolutely loved it, I even wanted one myself.

"Thanks, my grandma got it for me." I resisted the urge to say that I knew, I had seen it on his Instagram, "Waaaiit. That was sarcastic, wasn't it? For a very sarcastic person, I'm really bad at telling when people are being sarcastic."

"No, no! I really do like it." I smiled, and he smiled back instantly. I genuinely thought I was going to faint.

We chatted surprisingly non-awkwardly for about twenty minutes. He was even sweeter than I ever imagined him to be.

"Come on then - let's go." He picked up his coat.

"Um…" I was seriously confused. What was he talking about? We weren't going to the same place.

"You don't seriously expect me to let you walk around London looking like that, do you?" He looked my wet hair and t-shirt up and down, "Not that you look bad! I mean, my and Phil's apartment is just across the street."

"Are you asking me to come back to your flat with you?" I was seriously beginning to hyperventilate.

"Yeah…unless you don't want to…" he mused.

"No! No, I mean, I just -" I stumbled across my words.

He laughed, "Let's go, then."

I awkwardly shuffled out into the cold London air after him.

"By the way, I never got your name?" He turned around.

"Jamie." That was so dull. I wished it was Clara or Rose or something really pretty.

"Jamie," he repeated, "that's cute."