"Here we go, sorry you had to walk." He unlocks the door and i hobble in, my mouth dropping as i step inside the famous flat. I feel out of place, like a lucky fan who won a competition to get to go Dan and Phil's flat. "Just take a seat." He pulls up a chair from the dining table and i sit down gratefully. "I'll just go and find the first aid box. Be back in a minute."

I take a look around the room, taking in every little detail and trying to create a mental photograph so that i can always remember this place. I hear voices coming from another room, i recognize Phil's voice and feel excited at the chance to meet him too. Dan walks back in a few seconds later, holding up a small green bag and smiling cheerfully. "Success!" He says, placing the box on the table and rummaging through its contents.

"Ok, i found some wipes to clean the cut and then i could a put a plaster on?" He offers, clearly enjoying being a doctor. "Sounds good to me Dr. Dan. I'm in your hands." He kneels down in front of me, i watch the concentration on his face as he very softly and carefully dabs at my leg. I find myself transfixed by him, watching the slight crinkles round his eyes as he stares at what he is doing.

I wince slightly as the wipe touches my skin, he looks up straight away, a worried expression on his face. "No, it's ok." I reassure him and he continues with his work. As he finishes cleaning, his hand touches my leg, sending my whole body into a moment of shock and delight. Like i have electric sparks running through my leg, up my body and straight to the core of my heart.

"Done!" He sits back, as he places the plaster on. "Thank you so much Dan, you saved my life!" I joke, relaxing as he stands back up again, tidying away the box. "It's my pleasure young lady." Then his hand shoots up to his mouth, his eyes wide with realization. "What is it?" I ask, feeling a rush of nerves. "I don't know your name!" He says, looking horrified. "Oh yeah! I never told you. I'm Clara, lovely to meet you." I hold out my hand and he shakes it. "What a beautiful name Clara, i'll make sure that i don't forget it."

I giggle and then there is a long moment of silence, as i realise that i should probably leave, but just as i am about to suggest it, Phil walks in the room. "Dan, where did you say you put the charger?" "Um, it's on my bed. Phil, this is Clara by the way." He waves at me, like i am an old friend. "Hi Clara, lovely to meet you! I'm Phil." "Hi Phil." I say, almost shaking with nerves from meeting both of the boys, in their own flat. "I'm actually a huge fan of you both." I admit, scared they will want me to leave.

But they turn to each together and laugh. "Really? That's great." Dan says. "Yeah, i've been subscribed for about 4 years now." "Wow, that's impressive. Though, i have to ask. Whose your favourite?" Phil asks, both of them clearly enjoying themselves. "Um, that's a tough one. I can't say for sure, partly because i don't want to offend either of you."

They both laugh again, "Ok, fair enough. I'll ask again later on then. Once you've got to know just how amazing i am in real life." Phil laughs and walks off, leaving me hopeful that perhaps i will get to know them better. "So, what do you want to do?" Dan asks, standing above me. "Well, maybe i should go actually. I don't want to be more of a bother to you." I stand up, trying to balance. Dan luckily grabs my arm, just as i am about to fall over. "No, really. I can't let you go like this anyway, so you might as well hang out here till your leg is better."

"Ok." Is all i can manage, as Dan moves me over to the sofa, even pluming up a cushion for me. "Do you want to watch a film?" "Yes!" I say, a bit too eagerly. "Great, do you trust my judgement or do you want to pick?" "No, no. You pick, i'm sure you have perfect taste."

So Dan picks a film, puts into the player and sits down next to me on the sofa. And we sit together, watching the film, on the same sofa. Phil joins us half an hour later, armed with a bowl of popcorn and sits between me and Dan. We watch the film, laugh, joke, chat and eat a tonne of popcorn. By the time the end credits are on the screen, i am 100% sure that i had, just experienced the best 2 hours of my life. Though of course, i wouldn't tell Dan and Phil that.

"That was great." I say, stretching and yawing. "Yeah, it was. Oh god, it's five o'clock already!" Phil says, checking his phone. "Oh right, we should get ready then." Dan replies, and i know that i am in the way of some important event they have to go to. "Sorry Clara, it's just we have a meeting with the producers at the radio show in an hour. We kind of have to go." "No, it's fine! I had a great afternoon, thanks so much guys." "That's ok, we should do this again sometime." "Yes!...Oh, i do live about four hours away from London though. I had to get a train here today." My mood plummets as the chances of us meeting again disappear. "Oh, ok. Well the next time you're down here pop round. We'll take you to dinner or something." "Sounds like a plan."

I manage to stand up by myself this time, as Dan goes to get my coat for me. "Hold on though, you were at a YouTube event, do you have a channel?" He asks. "Yeah, i do. It's not great, but i love making videos, it's an escape for me." "What kind of videos do you make?" "I do advice on certain topics, vlogs and videos a bit like yours, like how much a fail my life is." "Sounds fab! What's your name? I'll check it out." I feel anxious about Dan watching my silly videos, but it is a dream come true to have someone like him watch them. "It's called Chatty Clara Chats." "Right, i'll have a look this evening Chatty Clara Chats. It was great to meet you." "And it was out of this world to meet you." I reply, walking to the door.

"Well, hopefully i might see you around in the future. Let me know when you're next in London." "Yes, definitely. Thanks for letting me into your flat, i can't actually believe that this happened." He chuckles again, leaning against the door frame and i take one last mental image. Of Dan Howell, grinning at me, his eyes twinkling and his hair shiny and perfect. His black t-shirt hanging loosely around his torso, his jeans clinging slimly to his legs and his thin hands by his side.

"Goodbye Clara." "Bye Dan."