Chapter 3.

Author's notes: Once again thanks to the folk who have viewed the previous chapters. In this chapter I will be primarily focused on Dylan. In the next chapter I will be following the same timeline as this chapter while following Hannah, but I'm still going to writing in a 3rd person narrative.

As the taxi pulled away from the airport Dylan felt a pang of regret; he didn't even know her last name. He looked at Brian and Mere who were next to him. Mere had wiped out and was snoozing gently on Brian's shoulder, he too looked as though sleep was calling him. Dylan pulled out his phone and decided to go to Instagram as he had posted a selfie of him and Brian on the plane. The comments were the usual barrage of questions and declarations of love for Dumbledore. No matter how many times he saw comments like these they would never fail to lift his spirits.

Maybe Hannah would google Starkid now she knew the name of the company? Actually it may be a better idea for her not to do that; being introduced to the fandom may just scare her away from coming to see the show. Perhaps if she came he could see her again and actually have a conversation without being interrupted he thought. Yeah, that'd be great.

As the taxi swerved around corners and rushed along the streets of London Dylan took in the view. It was one hell of city –especially at night- but his thoughts kept drifting back to Hannah. Dylan did not protest to this but found it quite odd that he felt smitten after only one meeting with her. But who wouldn't? The way she pulled off the top knot with effortless grace. Her high cheek bones and squared jaw line, he could describe her as being a very handsome woman.

Dylan was pulled from his thoughts by the cab coming to a stop outside a large apartment building. This was where the flat which the Starkids had rented for the next two months was located and frankly it looked impressive. Well seeing as Darren was with them he wasn't surprised. Darren would never let them live in squalor. He nudged Brian awake.

"Holden, wake up man! We're here!" Dylan felt a buzz of excitement rush over him. Jumping out of the car he grabbed his backpack, paid the cab driver and rushed inside, he already had the code for the building. Brian and Meredith attempted to keep up with him.

"Dylan I swear if you do not slow down I'm going to throw up on you." Meredith said without a hint of humour in her voice. This made Dylan's pace slow considerably. All three got into the lift and shared a smile of exhilaration and they rocketed skyward. Stepping from the lift they looked around for number 14. Brian jumped forward and put the key in the lock and swung the door open with considerable force. There was a loud thud and it was clear the door had hit something or rather someone on the other side.

"Jesus!" He heard Lauren call out from the other side of the door.

"Sorry Lo!" Brian exclaimed. She grumbled a number of profanities in response before clocking the rather ill looking Meredith and the looking-far-to-happy-for-himself-seeing-as-he-was-just-on-a-plane-for-twelve-hours-and-his-bag-is-most-likely-in-another-country Dylan.

"You okay Mere?" She asked

"No, I just need to go to bed. Have you guys decided where we're all sleeping?" The sleep was heavy on her voice.

"Yeah follow me." Brian and Meredith followed her. Dylan looked around the living room; Walker was stretched out on the sofa, Darren was sitting on the arm chair closest the television with A.J. sitting on the floor, they appeared to be working on one the songs. Joey emerged from what he could only guess was the kitchen with Rosenthal, Jaime and Denise following behind him.

"Where are the others?" He asked shoving Walker's legs off the sofa so he could make himself comfy.

"Well Jim went to bed but Julia, Matt and Nick went to the theatre to speak to the people there. They should be back soon." Joey answered.

"Did you manage to get your bag then?" Asked Darren.

Dylan opened his mouth to speak but for what felt like the millionth time that day he was cut off by someone.

"Alright then Saunders why are you so happy?" Lauren asked in mock accusation.

"It's in Berlin apparently," He looked at Darren and then turned his attention to Lauren "and since when did it become such a crime to be happy?" He feigned insult at the question but his smile betrayed him.

"Well you've just been on a plane for 12 hours and you've lost your bag with like all your stuff in that you're probably not going to get back for at least a week knowing the efficiency of airports. So prey tell Dylan?" She was putting on her innocent voice that fooled nobody.

"He has a crush on the girl that was sitting next to him on the plane!" Brian shouted from the next room. All eyes fell on Dylan and he flushed a rather impressive shade of pink.

"I do not have a crush on her I was simply having a pleasant conversation with her."

"As a true Hufflepuff would." A.J. interjected. Dylan nodded his thanks for A.J.'s support.

"Bet he wouldn't mid to Slytherin her pants though." Brian had now walked into the living room. Everyone laughed including Dylan.

"As I said, it was but a pleasant conversation between two people on a plane. And then two people who lost their bags." Dylan said with the grin becoming even wider as he thought about Hannah.

"Please the only thing that was missing from that conversation was you having a massive har-" Thankfully at that point the door opened and in came Julia, Nick and Matt bearing gifts of food. Everyone went to help them put it away in the kitchen and seemingly forgot about Dylan's new found love.

At around 11:30 the hype of being in London seemed to die away as everyone's lack of sleep caught up with them. Dylan lumbered into the room he was sharing with A.J. and Rosenthal and crashed on to his bed. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he decided to have one last check of the social networks before he went to sleep. There was nothing on twitter or Facebook so he went to Instagram and there on his photo a comment caught his eye.

'Um excuse me, you did not get my permission to have my shoulder in this photo. I feel it must be removed immediately ;).' It was Hannah. He replied immediately.

'Excuse me Miss Masters but I feel that if you hadn't wanted to have your shoulder in the picture you should have moved it ;).'

Dylan decided to look through her Instagram and my god was it wonderful; there were pictures of her with friends looking absolutely gorgeous, there were pictures of different sets she had worked on and even a picture of he could tell was taken in Chicago. The caption was 'With the American branch of the Fergusson family tree in sunny Chicago'. Fergusson, her last name was Fergusson. According to this she also had quite a few tattoos that were done in many different styles. She had quite a few followers, Dylan figured this might be due to her films. He decided that since she had evidently googled him, he would google her right back. He searched Hannah Fergusson and up popped a number of entries, one particular caught his eye; it was her film folio. There were about 20 short films and links to other websites of feature films she had worked on. He bookmarked the page so he could watch them later.

That night, even though he was in borrowed clothes and had only used mouthwash as no one was willing to share a toothbrush so he felt slightly disgusting, Dylan went to sleep with a smile on his face.