"Hey, isn't that that YouTube couple you love so much?" My friend questioned, pointing out the lounge window across the street. I turned to the giant glass window and saw two lean, pale giants walking down the street hand in hand past my house.

"Oh my god!" I gasped and rushed to the window. I unflattering and unceremoniously press my face up against the glass. "It is them!" I breathed then raced to grab my coat and my phone before running down the street after them. Just as I was about to call their names, I noticed how they were walking and stop.

They were not Dan and Phil: YouTube stars, they were Dan and Phil: the gay couple all their friends can't get enough of.

Dan and Phil,: the couple that doesn't shut up about how amazing the other is.

Dan and Phil: the couple that both of their families place bets on when one of them will purpose.

Dan and Phil: the still closeted yet most talked about couple on YouTube.

I glanced down at my hands to see my phone clenched tightly in my sweaty palm, ready for a selfie and a short chat. I am a fan of both of them, but if I was going introduce myself to them just then; I might also be the fan that tears them apart.

I looked up and saw their united tall form nearing a corner. I knew once they turned that corner, I would have missed my chance to talk to them one on one.

Dan suddenly pulled away, turned to Phil, and leaned in. From my distance, I couldn't tell if it was a kiss or a whisper. I realized, in that moment, I didn't want to know if they weren't ready to tell me.

It took every fiber of my being not to run after them as they came to and rounded the corner, causing them to disappear from sight.

It took every muscle not to break down and cry in the middle of my street for missing such an opportunity.

I gathered myself together and returned my phone to the pocket of my jeans and my hands into my coat pockets. I turned around and see my friend standing there, heaving like she had just ran after me.

For a brief second, I get an idea what Dan and Phil would have seen if I had interrupted them and I was mortified and so grateful I had had enough self control not to call to them.

"Well," She asked me breathlessly. "What happened?"

"It wasn't them." I lied. "It was Dan and Phil's gay doppelgangers." This made her laugh. She straightened and sighed.

"Well, maybe it will be the real deal next time." She hoped for my sake.

"Yeah, maybe." I mused.

"After all," She said, putting an arm around my shoulder. This action gave me a feeling she knew I was lying and she was trying to comfort me for missing this chance. "There can't be too many gay, tall, pale, Brits with emo boy haircuts running around on this island."

"I'd be shocked if there were even more than two!" I laughed at her lengthy and accurate description. We were quiet as we walk back to my house.

"Do you have anymore of your mum's cider left in the fridge we could heat up?" She wondered eagerly, changing the subject.

"You know we always do." I smiled, rolling my eyes at her love of cider. However, I was and still am grateful I have such an understanding friend.

I'll meet them one day. I promised myself as we wandered into the kitchen. And I'll tell them that I saw them before, and maybe tell them I wanted a picture, but leave out the reason why I didn't. Yeah, a much better plan then running after them and interrupting their moment. I agreed with myself then smiled as I slipped a mug, full to the brim of frothy cold cider, into the microwave.

I heard Dan's voice as I started the microwave to heat up my cider. MI-crowave.

"MI-crowave." I echoed with a giggle.