Dream One:

I had no idea what this book was about in my hands, it was supposed to be a very good vampire book yet I just wanted to put it down and sip my Mocha which was steaming. Nothing could beat Starbucks on a cold winters day, so of course I had to come here.

I was wearing my black coat which came just down to my bum, I wore my favourite wooly hat which looked good with curly hair if I must say. Wearing finger-less gloves made me feel homeless, is that strange?

I took a glance at my Mocha which- of course, was still steaming. I couldn't wait for it to cool down a little so I could swallow some of that delicious warm heaven in a cup. My eyes lingered back to the book, I found it quite hard to read since people wouldn't be quiet. Well, they was with someone and I was alone. Maybe I just envied them which was why I was being quite bitter now. I wanted someone to sit with me and speak to me, A friend.

I didn't have any friends, though. That's not an over exaggeration. I literally have none. As soon as I left school, they left and went their own ways. They didn't stay in touch. It wasn't one of those situations where you wait for them to speak to you and do nothing to try and contact them. Actually, it was the other way round! They never bothered to reply to my texts and messages on Facebook. They couldn't be bothered with me.

I didn't blame them.

I was a problem child. By that, I mean I had a lot of issues. That's all in the past though. I did hate going to my 'friends' when I had a problem, it got on their nerves and even if they didn't have the guts to admit it, I knew. I could see it in their faces, they never knew how to help me. They didn't want to help me, they just wanted to have fun, party.

Now I'm on my own, waiting for my Starbucks to cool down so I could drink it. What a fun life, eh? The one thing I did hate about Starbucks was that it was full with people every day. Even despite the fact that there aren't many seats, no one has come to sit opposite me yet. I swear I have a sign saying 'Avoid me at all costs' near me.

I didn't mind being on my own that much, it gave me time to think, create. Sure, I do miss speaking to people. I missed that stupid gossip which went around. I missed sharing secrets and I missed the hugs. If I was on my own no one could get hurt, If I was on my own I wouldn't get hurt. See, there are always pro's and con's for everything. You just have to balance it out!

I placed the book down, sighing. I couldn't get into it. I took the cup of heaven into my hands, blowing on it lightly.

"Boring book?" A deep voice asked, I turned my head to the side to see a tall, slim boy stand there. "Sorry, I was just wondering if I could sit with you?" I nodded, still blowing on my Mocha which seemed to amuse him as he chuckled. I took a sip, smiling. He sat down opposite me, placing his drink on the coffee table. "You looked very amused with that book"

"Ah, sarcasm" I whispered, "Well, I guess I'll mock you then. Yes, amazing book, I couldn't put it down!" He chuckled.

"Oh of course not, it must have fell out of your hands onto the chair then" He smiled, pointing at the book which I placed down.

"Of course" I smiled.

"You seemed more interested in your drink than the book" He chuckled, taking his drink and sipping it. How could he drink it so hot? "I mean, I know Starbucks is good but...Is the book that bad?"

"Yeah. Nearly as bad as Twilight" I muttered and he choked on his drink. "Twilight fan?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He nodded...Then started doing a weird facial expression. Oh no...He was doing a Kristen Stewart impression!

"Edward" He said in a dull, strange voice. I giggled, nearly choking on my Mocha. He smiled at my reaction and went back to his normal self.

We both went quiet after that, drinking our drinks. I was nearly at the end of mine now. I felt quite...Awkward? I daren't look at him, I had to keep glancing out the window looking at the snow which was gently falling onto the ground so gracefully.

"I'm Dan" He spoke up. I looked at him slowly, it was like he was studying me.

"Louise" I chimed up, placing my empty cup on the coffee table. "Nice to meet you, Dan" I smiled a little.

"Ah, you've finished your drink. What are you going to do now? Go back to that book? You poor thing. Here, let me buy you another drink just to delay the pain" He grinned and I felt a burst of excitement inside of me.

"Buying a stranger a drink? Are you flirting with me, Dan?" I tilted my head a little, watching him. His cheeks went a little red but of course that could have been from the cold!

"And what if I am?" He asked, curious.

"Well I wouldn't care, I'd still accept the drink" I smirked and he laughed. It was strange, a few minutes ago I was talking about not talking to anyone then he comes along. Maybe he can read minds? Maybe I just looked lonely. "Mocha, make it a small if you're paying"

He stood up, shaking his head and walking to the till. I sat there, smiling at myself. I bet that looked strange. Was he observing me when he was buying his coffee? He must have been to see my boring facial expression when I was reading the book. I didn't know if that was creepy or cute.

In a matter of minutes, he came back- with a large mocha. I sighed and glared at him as he placed it down in front of me innocently. "That's not a small cup"

"I wanted to get you a large one so you'd stay longer" He grinned sitting down opposite me again. "You don't recognise me do you?"

I felt my cheeks flush red, embarrassment. He was probably a ex-boyfriend, someone from school or a family member I completely forgot about!

"I uh..." I tried to think, I observed him trying to think who he could be. "No...Don't be offended, I have a memory like a goldfish" I whispered.

"I'm Dan Howell" He smiled, I stared at him blankly...Who? "I'm on YouTube" I've heard of YouTube, I go on there a lot actually. "Danisnotonfire?" He raised an eyebrow and I shook my head shrugging awkwardly. "Whoa"

"Are you famous on YouTube then?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I would say so" He whispered, "I'm a English Vlogger"

"Awesome" I smiled, "Is that your job then?" I asked and he nodded.

"It's strange, having a job I actually love doing. I'm very lucky" He took a sip of his drink.

"Is it strange, talking to a camera? I'd feel extremely awkward" I shrugged, "I don't mean to be rude but I'd feel pretty stupid. It's like you're talking to yourself"

"Think about it though, if you're a fan and you watched it It'd be like I'm speaking to you. Don't get me wrong, I did feel awkward doing it but you get used to it after a while" He smiled. "Well, at least you're not fangirling" He chuckled and I drank my drink quickly.

"I need to be somewhere" I told him, grabbing my book and shoving it into my bag, I doubt I was going to read it. "It was nice meeting you Dan" I smiled at him and went to stand up but he grabbed my wrist gently.

"Wait, let me have your number" He flashed me a charming smile.

"What? No" I laughed but he looked serious. "I can't give a random person my number..."

"Of course you can, how do you think you make friends? Boyfriends? Enemies!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny piece of paper, along with a pen. "Here, how about I give you my number?" He wrote it down before I could hesitate. "My mother always told me not to give up opportunities like this, she said I'd regret it so...Here I am not giving this up" He shrugged handing me the paper. "I tried, now it's up to you"

"No pressure then" I whispered taking the paper and looking at it. "So you're saying I could make something big happen...Maybe" I tilted my head at him slightly, playfully. He nodded slowly keeping that same charming smile on his face. "I'll bare that in mind" I bit my lip smiling and walked out of the shop. I felt so great, so excited! I got a boys number, a very very cute boys number. Now it's up to me if I do anything with it but of course I will!

Present:

I gasped and sat up quickly looking around. It was so dark in this room, so empty and cold too. I was sweating though, I was breathing so heavily.

"Dan..." The name escaped my lips and the pain came back, it caved in on me making tears stream down my face. I had a dream about when we first met. It was just a dream, he wasn't here. He wouldn't be here ever again, only in my dreams. You can't dream of someone constantly though, that's a shame. I turned my head to look at the empty bed next to me. He should be laying here next to me! Not in that coffin!

This was so hard for me and Phil. We just wanted our friend back.

I laid back on the bed slowly, wiping my eyes but the tears came back again. How long could I hold on for? How long till I broke down and couldn't get back up? How long until that happened to Phil? Surely the pain numbs, surely it gets easier. I sure hope it does because people think I'm strong when actually? I'm so weak. I pretend to be strong but at this minute, I haven't got the energy to pretend anymore. I haven't got the energy to fake smile through the day so I just cry. I don't even know how I have the energy to cry.

I didn't feel sleepy. I doubt I'll get anymore sleep tonight. I glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was only three in the morning. I had to speak with Phil when he woke up, I had to have him stick by me through the rough times because if I did it on my own, I wouldn't survive- I wouldn't stand a chance and I bet Phil was the same as me.