A/N: Just a note, this isn't Phan in case you didn't read the summary. It's going to be a cute little story I think, and I have another author's note at the bottom in case you don't want to read!
"You have to be kidding me Melody, we're in freaking London and you're sitting on that phone stalking Tumblr." Issac said, laughing at me.
I brushed my long reddish-brown curls out of my face before replying.
"Issac, I'm just checking it to see when I can see Phil's live show. He changed the time and I will not be missing it."
"We've been in London two weeks and you haven't missed one, good thing you're moving here in a month. Although, you do have a chance of meeting the two of them at any time. Hell, Dan could walk in the door right now and you'd never know."
I guess Issac was right, I'm supposed to be on vacation to London. I should be looking at the sights and getting accustomed to being cold all of the time. Maybe brush up on my British slang.
I'd graduated in June, and had been attending school in my hometown until I was offered a full scholarship to go to my dream city and major in theatrical arts. Issac was accompanying me on our fall break, helping me settle in before he and I would eventually return.
I'd already picked out a flat, and was going to move in at the first of the next month with two other girls. Until then I was simply a tourist.
Issac had been my best friend for years, gone through high school putting up with my obsessions and then gone on to college with me. That's when I'd rediscovered YouTube and found the guy I had uselessly hoped to meet and fall in love with.
If you met me you would think I'd be into a different type of guy. One who was much similar looking to me, I always aimed high though.
I wasn't overweight, really I was curvy which made some girls jealous. I never understood why though, as I had never had a boyfriend. I was still very pretty though, having beautiful curves many people coveted. My hair is long and curly, something that tends to draw attention to my face due to its color. I always found that even though I had no self-confidence and no romantic past to speak of I was still desirable and maybe my dream man would see that.
That's right, I'd set my sights on the indescribably attractive British vlogger Dan Howell. When I received the scholarship to go to school I jumped for joy, maybe this was fate's way of telling me it was in the cards.
"Okay, fine I'm going to go grab another Frappuccino, and then we can go see something English." I said smiling in his general direction.
I ordered promptly, picking my favorite which happened to be vanilla bean. I was walking to the counter to grab my drink when I walked right into someone, spilling my drink all over myself.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" A frantic, yet familiar voice said trying to pick up the drink container and help me clean myself off. "Here, let me…" He said before I recognized who it was. "Well hello there, let me buy you a replacement drink. I'm so clumsy." He smiled, showing off his dimples. I could only stand there speechless.
"Uh…don't worry about it." I finally blurted out.
"You must be a fan, and I really don't mind. I was just picking Phil and myself up a couple drinks." He said, trying to make conversation.
"You…oh sorry I never expected to meet you here." I started to stammer.
"Are you visiting? You don't sound like you're from around here."
"Vacationing here, then I'm going to be attending university here for theatre arts."
"Oh, really I used to be involved in theatre myself. Well if you'll excuse me I'll go bring you your drink if you'd like to go sit with your friend." Dan said, going up to the counter and slipping her a sheet of paper.
I watched as he leaned over and whispered something to the woman at the counter, she giggled as she began writing on the cup for my drink.
"I can't breathe Issac. I just met my idol and had a conversation with him. Well, after he ran into me and spilled my drink all over me." I said slipping my hoodie on to cover the stain I now had on my shirt.
"Melody, breathe he's still just a person." Issac said before Dan walked back up to me.
"I don't believe I caught your name, also here's your drink I'm sorry I ran into you before."
"My name…" I stammered, going completely blank.
"Her name is Melody, and she is in love with you."
I blushed, reminding myself I had to kill Issac later.
"Well hello Melody, I'll be sure to remember that name. But I have to rush home, I do hope you'll be viewing the show later this evening. Goodbye." He said, handing me my drink and rushing out the door.
I looked down, taking a sip and realizing he'd made me the exact drink I'd ordered without even asking what I had.
"He got my order exactly right." I said, stunned at this revelation.
"You do know he could have just asked the girl at the counter to replicate the last drink. Or they had already started making you a replacement. Don't read too much into this."
I rolled my eyes at him, taking another sip of my drink as Issac snatched it from my hands.
"What the hell?"
"Look, there's numbers on your cup." Issac said pointing at the stark black numbers on the side of my cup.
My eyes widened as I felt my heart drop.
"Holy shit, do you think it's his number?" I said trying to keep my inner fangirl at bay.
"Well why don't we find out?" Issac said reaching for his phone.
"No…I'll do it, but later. Right now we're going to go exploring before we watch Phil." I said, smiling and pushing the digits into my phone as the two of us left the coffee shop.
Could this really be real?
Okay guys, so this is a test run of my new fanfiction. For all my Phan people I'm running behind on the next chapter but it is in the process of being written (just like Dan I'm probably going to break my deadline some). Anyway, if you like it leave a little review or something! (: