Dan's POV

When I get home, I just lie down on my bed and I know it's time for a quarter-life crisis mixed with cringe attack. It was so awkward. I didn't want to say half of the things I said. Who the fuck uses façade? And why did I turn around to look at his boyfriend?

Okay, I must admit, he is hot. Not that I want to do anything about it, but hey, even I can recognise aesthetic beauty. But I secretly thought that he had a great bottom. What. What?!

Dan, stay focused. The room. I have no idea what to do about it. That is the most perfect room I can find in such short notice, but can I live with someone who I had a one night stand? Yeah, probably we'd be okay after a few weeks but still. I need my Lou.

I call her and tell her that I need my Lou right away. She says she'll be over in a few minutes. That means more time for moaning. This is just too much for me to handle. First the whole university thing, then finding a place, now him? It's like a really bad nightmare, only it's happening for real.

Even if I don't move in with him, I got the closure I wanted. Because I wanted one. He just left that night. I had two feelings. One side of me was happy, because he left. No awkwardness, no morning after. But then I also felt a bit mad. Yes, it was my first (and last) time with a guy, he could've at least made it easier for me. I didn't know what to expect. If I could go back, I would do differently. With or without him, but most likely without him.

A knock stops my thought train. It's Louise with a box of Maltesers. She knows me.

'Okay, tell me everything,' she says while opening the box.

'I… Kind of didn't tell you something.'

'Well, I'm listening now.' She takes a ball, then passes the box to me.

'A few weeks ago I realised there was always something I wanted to try. Please don't judge me for this. I don't know, I was curious, I guess. I just wanted to know what it felt like, how would I feel like after that. So I went to this bar or something like that. I chose that because I knew that my friends or anyone who could recognise me avoids that place. So I went there and I… I knew I needed to do it. I saw this guy, he looked great I guess. I walked up to him and started talking a bit, then he asked me what I was doing there and I told him I wanted to sleep with a guy to, you know, find out things. And we did. Okay, we didn't go all the way, just… Anyway, he left and I thought I would never saw him again. But I was content, because it was over and knew that I didn't want anymore. Then I started looking for flats just a few hours ago, and I found a really great one, even went to check it out. But guess who advertised the place?'

'The guy, huh?'

'Yup. So that's the story of how I met my one night stand again.'

'Uh, Dan, I'm sorry. What are you going to do?'

I lie down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. But no, it doesn't give me any answers. 'I don't know. The place would be perfect for me, it's close to everything, it's not that expensive. Do you think I should take it?'

'It's your call. If you really like the place and you think you can live with the guy, then I say go for it. But if you think it would be really awkward and you'd only remember him that way,' she says "that" with a huge emphasis, 'then keep looking. You can always sleep at my place, you know that, right?'

'Yes, of course, Lou, but I need to fend for myself.'

'It'll be uncomfortable.'

'I know,' I say with a sigh. I sit up and I hug her. 'Thanks for being there for me.'

'Always muffin, always.'

I skip my classes the next morning. I just can't care. It's 11 when I wake up. After just lying in bed for half an hour, I get up and grab my phone. I let out a nervous sigh as I call the guy.

'Hello?' he says.

'Hi, it's uhm, Dan. The guy who's looking for a room.'

'Oh, hi. So, what's the verdict?'

'Is the room still available?' I say with a bit of awkwardness in my voice.

'Yeah, it's yours if you want it.'

'Then yeah, I want it.'

'Cool. I'll talk to the landlord and I'll call you back. It's Dan, right?'

'Yes.' So, I'm moving in with a guy who has a terrible memory. And who I also slept with. Oh joys, this is going to be one wonderful ride. 'Talk to you in a bit then.'

After we hang up, I call my mum to tell her to news. Well, not everything, I leave that part out. She tells me that they're coming to see me the next weekend and I can't say no. Then she starts saying what I should pay attention to, that's when I zone out and start packing again.

5 minutes later she's done. 'Yeah, mum, I've gotta go. I'll speak to you later, okay? Love you, bye!' I quickly press the "End call" button before she could start another monologue.

A few minutes after that the guy calls. Was his name Phil? Jesus, I have a terrible memory too.

'Hi, it's Phil.' Yeah, his name is Phil. My memory isn't that bad after all. 'So, I spoke to the landlord, he said that he would like to meet you, but other than that, you're all set. He'll come around this afternoon, around 3, so if you could just pop in, sign the lease, that'd be great.'

'Yep, sure, I'll be there. So when can I move in? It's quite urgent.'

'Well, this evening, if that's okay for you.' I'm surprised how easily we can talk. Maybe we can make it work after all. Or maybe it's only awkward when we're talking face to face. 'Do you need help? Adam and I can give you a hand.'

'Uhm, thanks, I'll call my friend. But thanks.'

'Sure, no problem. See you this afternoon then.'

Before heading to Phil's flat, my new home, I need to get the university stuff done. So I stop by the student support office to withdraw. It goes smoothly and only 10 minutes after of getting there, I'm no longer a university student. They tell me that I have to leave my room by 10 am the next morning and that I should drop my keys of at the reception.

Well, I guess that's it. Sometimes you take ages to make a big choice then you just get it done in a few minutes. It's funny, you know. I spent ages researching universities, courses, doing my personal statement, doing some course work, then there it is. All for nothing.

But I'm happy at least. There's no burden on my shoulders. I feel free, it is the best choice for me.

Okay, I kind of know that I should write longer chapters, but I just can't. Plus in fics I prefer shorter chapters. So yep. That's it for now. :)