A/N The all awaited Dan/Maddy moments! ^_^

Chapter 3

A Visitor

After a week of moving in and small conversations with Dan and his friend – who by the way I found out was called Phil – I was finally settled down.

Except one thing. I'd seen their face before! I wrack my brain trying to remember why, rattling round their names, 'Dan and Phil' to see if it jogged my memory. Any smart person would have Googled them or something – but oh no. I have to be the computer art whizz without a brain!

One cold early December morning, I slip into my Totoro slippers and shuffle around the warm flat, quickly assuming the internet/ 'research' (as university calls searching graphics art and discovering new artists) position; when the doorbell rings.

I push off the 3 blankets, my lazy face in no mood for complex conversations, I open and peek through the door.

Standing there, was Daniel. Big brown eyes and all, I gazed up at him. About 5 inches taller then, he was tall dark and handsome.

After a few seconds my voice croaked "Hiya" as I blinked rapidly.

"Um.. hi there! I was just.. popping to the shop, do you want anything?"

"Oh wow, um, actually I was intending to go myself today, but yeah"

"Oh well we could go together?" He widens his eyes and exaggerates his pronunciation of 'together'.

Still in the flat I shut the door but slip in-

"Yea sure, let me.. just pull on.. outdoor.. clothes" Then shut the door.

Two seconds later I freeze, re-open the door and add "Wait there!" and eager – slightly creepy smile upon my face.

I rush around pulling on a baggy hoody, jeans, converse type shoes and comb through my hair with my fingers, causing 'ows' and 'ahs' to pop out of my mouth.

I just can't imagine what Dan thought I was doing. Ah well.

After the quick but awkward dressing I fling open the door, step out, then swiftly shut it behind me.

Startled, Dan says "Hi again" A twinkle in his eye.

In which I reply "he he .. hi" And tuck my hair behind my ear.

We walk to the lift as I pipe up "So how is Phil? I don't know much about your guys, but something tells me you look familiar!"

"oh well, yea he's fine, lion loving.. video making.. all the usual"

"Wait video making?" I rattle my brain once again, still no answers.

We step into the elevator, after waiting for it to come, and jab the ground floor button, then he replied-

"Oh yes, youtube, videos, he's quite a character"

"oh youtube? I never really ventured onto there – well at least not in the last 3 years – you know, Uni and all that..."

Dan nodded, but I could tell he had a hidden, sarcastic panicked smile on his face. "Oh yeah, I went to Uni ..!

I watched the lights behind the buttons flash – 2...1...

"So .. what course did you do?"

The panic in his eyes flared up and I suddenly wish I never asked.

"Actually..." He started, "Law"

My eyes widened. Law? I wonder what happened, but I can see this situation has become awkward so instead I say, "That's cool, I did graphics art" I smile back.

"Oh nice, so you study awesome cartoons for a living? Amazing" He seems interested in mine, so at least the awkwardness has subsided.

The lift reaches the ground floor and the doors open, I quickly notice that the rain has stopped. Thank god for that.

We walk side by side out the door into London. I hope he knew where he was going because I had been using Tesco Direct all this time.. and hadn't explored much.

He guides me round the streets of London, then we reach a road crossing so we have to stop. I glance up at him, letting my hair fall over my shoulders, but the wind blows it over my face, making it stick to my lips.

He also peered over at me, but raised his hand to my face and brushed the hair off my face, his soft hand skimming my cheek, and a sweet smile upon his face.

I look down but smile back thankfully, as the traffic light turns red, so we walk.

We finally reach the shop, with the overcast weather, I hope it doesn't start to rain again.

We browse the isle as I pick up the needed items, until I reach an isle lined with American foods. My eyes dart around, recognising most... Twinkies, Redvines, Poptarts.. I had tried all but one.

Poptarts.

I grab a box, find Dan and stand in the queue with him.

He looks at me suspiciously, but a joke in his smile "Poptarts?"

"yeah – never had them!"

"hey! Me neither! Phil told me they were pretty good though-"

"well you can try them sometime I guess" I look up at him, his dreamy dark chocolate eyes. I could almost melt into them.. the way he walks.. his hair.. his laugh-

"LANE 2!"

I'm momentarily confused.

"HEY LADY LANE 2!"

I realise I was daydreaming – embarrassed, I pick up my basket and shuffle towards the self checkout, peering over at Dan who is laughing hysterically at me. I can do nothing but smile back, trying not to laugh as well. It's seriously contagious.

I get glares from the cashier that called me, I didn't go to her- would have been too awkward – so I just avert my gaze from her eyes.

When Dan and I are done, we exit the shop as I rip open a packet of Maltesers.

"No way!" Dan abruptly says

"What?" I reply, alarmed.

"You like Maltesers?!"

"Trust me, I have a baby picture where they used a celebration Malteaser to shut me up! I joke. "I'll do anything for some now."

Dan laughs hysterically again. I love his laugh, so soft and rolling, not sharp and catchy like most.

"Oh my god, I'm practically shipped with them I love them so much!" He randomly gestures in the air.

It takes me a second to pick up on 'Shipped' Then something twinges in my mind. Come on Brain! Can't you remember ONE GUY?! The curiosity will kill me if I don't find out who he is soon.

"So, who might that be? Who ships you I mean..?"

Oh, mostly people on the internet, you post one tweet about how you love Maltesers and a New Fandom breaks loose!" We stroll back down the London streets as he continues, "Dantesers!" He uses widening hands to gesture the name in the air in front of us – "Catchy right?" He winks at me. Oh. My God. He is so cute!

I burst out laughing, I know, I shouldn't, but it's so funny! Pairing someone with a food. Honestly. "It's my new OTP!" I mention.

"Ah yes, but I feel I will have a new OTP soon though," Dan whispers under his breath, but is still loud enough for me to hear.

A bubble of mixed feelings pops inside of me. That which I've never felt before. I imagine this is how Fangirls feel. But better.