A/N: HI! this is my first story so I'm sorry that it's a little rubbish and that I am so bad at writing that updating regularly will be hard for me. Please enjoy even though this chapter is only the beginning of what I have planned. I'm not going to lie, I am rather excited. Please review because I need some constructive criticism

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I do not own Dan or Phil or the BBC and this is not real however much I would love it to happen.

Chapter 1-Just a normal day...maybe

Dan's POV

On Sundays the day goes by in a blur. Me and Phil are always so busy. Not helped by my incurable procrastination.

Normally I get up at about 11am and shower. Then its breakfast after getting dressed. Next is having a look at me and Phil's BBC email account because we need to choose videos for the radio show. We get the tube to the BBC centre, sometimes Phil goes out to get stuff for Dan Vs Phil. Most of the time I am the tech savvy one, Phil is so scared he'll break something. Our manager is threatening to lock me away so he'll try. He looks up some of the Internet news and I set up the studio with all of our fan art.

My favourite thing about being a radio presenter is the fan art. Our fans can now give us things after the closure of my PO Box.

Then it's the show! I love being a presenter, it's so great to be heard and enjoyed. When the show is over and the last song has faded away we tidy up the mess that has been made by the events of Dan Vs Phil and head out to see our fans. Of course now the BBC have banned them as it had become a sort of gathering. Not good.

We did all this, the day rushed by. Just like normal.

It was on our way back that to the flat that the day got a strange.

"So Phil, how much fan mail have you read this week?" I asked turning around to face him so I was walking backwards.

"I'm not sure, 50-60- maybe more." He said, looking down at his phone.

I carried on walking backwards, so engrossed on showing off that I didn't see the shadow; or the intake of breath as I walked into something. Something warm and soft, it fell back. Before I could look I heard a yelp of pain as I landed on top of her.

Phil stared at us as I rolled over before holding his hand out and helping her up. She held her other hand over her face.

As I got up I properly looked at her. She was really pretty- NO DAN STOP! You just knocked her over.

"I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's ok, I wasn't really in reality, music and bands in my head." She mumbled, her hands still covering her face. I pulled her hand gently away to reveal blood dripping from her nose.

Jesus Dan, you are such a prat.

"You're bleeding," I said, rifling through my pockets "here is some tissue, can I take you anywhere?"

"I live right here." She said pointing at the flat behind us.

Now the blood had stopped spilling from her nose I could see that she really was beautiful. Her hazel coloured hair was wavy round her pale, heart-shaped face. Her eyes were a piercing grass-green.

She wore dark blue skinny jeans and a red and blue fitted check shirt.

I was pulled from my thoughts by Phil.

"So what's your name?" Phil prompted her.

"Evanna, but call me Evy" she mumbled looking at her Converse clad feet.

"Well my name is Dan, he's Phil and we are neighbours, number 25-up a floor."I raced ahead of myself.

"See you around Phil, Dan" we nodded before letting her go