The rest of the week passed in a flurry, I was loving it; I loved the feeling of waking up in my crummy apartment and having a reason to roll out of bed: sure it was a little earlier than I was used to but I was excited.

Shit, shit. I my alarm didn't go off. I look over again to reassure myself but sure enough it said 8:00, oh crap I was needed at the bar at 8:30 and I couldn't get there for that time if I tried. I jump out of bed and put on my straighteners, I run to the shower room located on my floor: I turn the shower on and the hot water expected is stone cold. Fuck, why this does happen to me. The other girl on my floor must have used it all already. I quickly wash my hair and shudder when the cold water runs down my naked body. I reach out of the shower door for my towel. For fucks sake, where is it.

Great. No towel. I can just tell what today is going to be like. I turn the water off and contemplate what I should do. I am completely naked, but there is only a small chance that anyone will be around since I only share this floor with a girl and I heard her go out when I was collecting the paper.

Right I am going for it.

I sprint out of the shower and open the door, I hurry down the corridor and grab swing open my apartment door when- I hear footsteps, shit, shit, jam the key into the lock, open door you better bloody open, I put the handle and push, my heart thumping under my chest, my hair is dripping wet and am leaving a puddle of water right where I am standing. Fuck my life.

The door swings open and I stumble inside, whoever was coming up the stairs has stopped and I am leaning against the wall breathing hard.

My eyes close for a moment, what has even gone right today, I hear the phone ring, I stand there naked not really sure if I should pick it up or not. It goes to answer phone.

Hi this is Dan, Please leave a message, I promise I will get back to you. Byee.

"Hi Dan, this is Phil from work, I just want to let you know that you left your jacket here so um yes."

There is an awkward silence, I can hear him breathing.

"I just want to know if you are ok, I haven't spoken to you since you ran off on Tuesday, I just wanted to make sure everything is fine, so um ring me back at 08282 28321, bye."

I am left standing there, I can just picture him now, but I push thoughts of him liking me out of my head. I still feel so fucking stupid.

It takes me a couple of minutes to get dressed, my straighteners were left on to long so they cut out. I guess it will have to be curly hair today, let's just make Dan even more miserable than he is already.

I throw on my black skinny jeans (now washed) and an old black polo. I put my phone in my pocket and slip my feet into my black converses.

It feels so warm outside today, no need for my jacket, the sun is up and the sky is blue, I stride along the pavement looking across the water and over the other side is the London eye, the apartment is crap on the inside, I think the money that does go towards rent is just paying for the view I have.

But I love the freedom. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone; I stick my headphones in my ears and select a random song.

I smile, Muse starts to drum through into my ears, I could sing, but I figure now I am meant to be a proper Londoner, lip syncing will have to do.

Starbucks.

I can't help but going in, the aroma of freshly ground coffee and cinnamon overcomes me, I join the queue and subconsciously start to play piano on the counter: I guess you could call it a passion, bit I am too easily distracted, I love music but I don't have the concentration.

'Daniel is a smart boy: but he needs to focus on his work not the new guitar hero.'

'Daniel is a clever boy but could put more effort into subjects.'

"Hi, can I take your order?" I suddenly come out of my trance.

"Oh sorry, um a gingerbread latte please." I fucking love Christmas drinks.

"Sure, that will be £4.80 please."

"Here." I pull out a note from my wallet and hand it to her. I walk back and wait for my order, supremacy starts to play and again absent mindedly I start drumming on the spare table.

I hear a laugh and look up, I wipe the curls out of my face.

"Hi." He smiles. He looks attractive, he wears a Christmas style jumper coloured with red, and his eyes are just as blue as before.

I pull a headphone out of my ear and smile.

"Hi, aren't you meant to be at work?"

"I could say the same for you." He pushes the hair out of him face. "You are collecting the coffee orders with me and anyway we open late on Friday's."

"I can go along with that story." I smile.

"Dan Howell?" I hear the girl say.

I walk forward an grab the cup, it's warm and the smell overwhelms me.

"What did you get?"

"Gingerbread Latte, it's orgasmic."

"Wow, you have great taste!" He grabs a tray of coffee's and swings his bag onto his back.

We walk out of the shop and into the London sunshine; it suddenly dawns on me Phil must live round here.

"So you live in central London then?" I sip my latte and switch to Panic! At the disco on my phone. I gesture and hand him a head phone. He slips it in his ear and gives a smile.

"Panic, nice choice." He looks at me and suddenly breaks into really bad song "WOAH MONA LISA." He jumps up on to a nearby bench and starts belting out the words; I grab his hand and pull him down. I can't help staring into his eyes, fuck Dan, stop it.

I can't help laughing even though I try and cover my mouth.

Regaining his composure "I live in Soho but I was down here talking to some guy about menu design." He says still laughing "You must live near, huh?"

"Yes I do, just down this street."

"You live with anyone?"

"No, all by myself." I drain the last drop from my cup and aim at a trash bin. I can't believe it but it actually goes in.

"Score!" Phil shouts and runs to hug me, I accept and cheer with him, his body is warm and invading and I feel so safe wrapped in his arms, I unwillingly release.

We ride the tube to work and arrive at the bar just half an hour late, and besides who says I was late, I was getting coffee. I dump my bag down under the bar and start polishing the martini glasses ready for service, it's quite therapeutic and anyway I have arcade fire blaring out into my ears.

"Phil?"

"Coming, be right back ok?" He turns to me.

I nod and continue to clean the glasses, after about 10 minutes I have gotten distracted by the giant piano sitting in the middle of the stage, the bar lights are dim and the stage is lightly lighten up. I place the glass on the side and walk over to the stage.

Curiosity over comes me and it reach out and run my finger across the smooth black surface, I place my finger on a key and press down gently, it sounds perfect. I can't help myself. I sit down on the dark wooden stool and place my hands on the keys.

I start to play.

Music overcomes me, it brings back memories of home and the summer I spent learning to play. The melody and chords blend together and it seems subconsciously I remember this song. It comes back to me vividly, the song relates to me. I carry on playing the strong chords and moving my hands up and down the keys, I can feel the emotion overtaking me and I feel a sudden tear roll down my cheek. I start to press harder on the keys, thumping down and more tears flood from my eyes. I carry on through the tears putting my heart into every key, it feels like a million punches every time I press down, I choke through my emotions and still carry on playing.

"And I would have stayed up with you all night"

A melodious tone blends with my music.

I look up my hair falls in front of my face. I give a shy smile.

"Had I known how to save a life"