*one week later*
*Ellie's POV*
I wake up and squint my eyes. Bright light is shining through the window. I can hear Rosie making breakfast. I slowly get up and stretch. Maybe today I would be happy. But that heavy feeling is still in my chest. I sit on the window seat and look down at all of the people walking along the sidewalks and the cars along the streets. I remember the first day here. I was eighteen and I was really nervous about moving to London. But it has always been my dream to move here. And we got a good deal on the apartment. I think back on the events of this year. The only huge event was me finishing college. I went to a film and photography school. Rosie opens the door and says,
"Hey, I made pancakes."
"You don't know how to make British pancakes." I say, still staring out the window.
"True, but Delia Smith does."
I force a smile and walk into the kitchen. Plates were already set up. She's trying to make me feel better. I want to feel better. I don't see how I could be so attached to a person that I've watched on a screen. A person I've watched for nine years... I sit down and start to eat the pancakes. She didn't do such a bad job.
"I'm going to get some coffee. Want anything?" I say.
Rosie shakes her head and I walk back into my room to get dressed. I pull out a sweatshirt and some jeans. I don't really care about how I look right now. I do run a brush through my hair though. I through a pair of sneakers on and walk out the door. I about half way there when I trip over my own feet and fall on the ground.
"Are you okay?" I hear someone say behind me.
"I'm fine." I say quietly as I brush the dirt from my jeans.
I turn around and my eyes fill up with tears. It's Dan. This was like every fanfiction I've ever read. The girl falls and Dan is behind her.
"Hi..I'm Ellie. I'm a huge fan." My voice cracks.
I've only ever met Dan once before this. I was at Playlist Live 2014 with Rosie. We were both thirteen and I couldn't have been happier. I was going through a really tough time then and it lasted for years. But Dan and Phil had helped me get through it.
"Hi Ellie. Please don't cry." he says.
I realize that warm tears are slipping down my face. Dan pulls me into a hug but it doesn't last. Before I know it he is walking away and I will probably never see him again.
