A/N Here it is! The all awaited 8th chapter! I really hope you like this chapter! very exciting, and really long, I really couldn't stop myself from making this as long, it being 2 separate chapters would not have worked :) Also, I have over 2500 visitors, and i couldn't be more thankful! So if you are enjoying this, It's fine if you share it around, many people already have and it's a pleasant surprise when i get random favourites etc! :D Okay have a nice read!:)

Chapter 8

Dinner and The Revealed

Playing aggressively on my phone I nearly throw it across the room as it buzzes with a text from Dan, delighted, I feel my face light up and check what he had said.

'I've booked a little place a few streets along, you will like it there – for your celebration of course :) I'll pick you up at 7?'

Looking down at my outfit for tonight which I picked out and dressed in for just in case, I nod to myself and text back that that's fine. Flipping my phone back in my hand I close the frustrating app and check the time, 6:30. Does Dan honestly think that half an hour is enough notice for a girl to get ready? Lucky I already am!

Finalising the anticipation with a warm cup of coffee I perch on the chair next to my fridge and flick through various tweets on my phone, my mind wanders and I find myself fantasising about Dan, his eyes, hair, and even his hands. What weirdo fantasises about some boy's hands? Tutting at myself and smiling I realise I probably look like a complete idiot, but I don't care, I'm waiting for this boy to knock on my door if it takes me through a million impossible fantasies.

Dan's POV

'Dan! We have to go now! You did say 7 to Maddy right?' Phil calls to me from the lounge.

I roll my eyes as I pull on my jeans and peer in the mirror, mumbling 'yeah' to Phil I realise I haven't straightened my hair since I showered. The Hobbit Hair has returned.

'Dan! Now! Maddy's waiting right?!'

In a fluster I see my eyes widen with fear at the prospect of Maddy seeing me like this – when was the last time I went out in public like this?! 'Phil! Look! What now?!'

I run into the lounge where Phil leans on the sofa with a black jacket and is scrolling through his phone, then he looks up, and a goofy splutter erupts from his mouth.

'It's not funny! LOOK! I...I can't go out like this! Text her and say 10 even 15 minutes okay?!'

'Oh no Dan! You have to go! How do you expect her to... to even talk to you if you don't open this up first?' He gestures to my physical appearance,

'Phil! Now is not the time!' I feel my voice break as I get more and more worked up- 'This is serious! You know, usually keeping your mind off people is easier when everything else is easy!'

He cuts my rambling off - 'Dan. Are you serious about Maddy? I mean you practically randomly stalked her the other day-'

'I.. I don't know! Yes – no – I mean hey I didn't but-' I end up spluttering answers out as I become more confused, running my hand through my hair, the curls catching my fingers as I untangle it.

'Just go as you are, remember all the Fangirls who swoon over you like that? I'm sure Maddy won't mind a bit!' He jokes as if completely unfazed by my state, but unwilling to argue or make my face more red and patchy, I agree and run back up the stairs to my room.

Almost falling over the clothes strewn everywhere, I kick them aside and grab my phone and head back to Phil. Nodding at him with a smile we continue out the door into the corridor to collect Maddy from downstairs.

Maddy's POV

Still sitting on the stool in my kitchen I flick back to the time on my phone, 7:11. Where are the guys? Have they stood me up? They couldn't they are just upstairs! Just as this thought crosses my mind I hear a drum of knuckles on the front door, bouncing up I fumble with the door into the thin corridor and fling open the door, leaving the two tall figures in front of me, both sharing the same excited and squinty eyed expression.

'Hey Maddy!' Phil chirps up as I first glance at them both, 'We better get going really – oh wait um hey there, I'm Phil' He stutters a little on remembering he hasn't even formally introduced himself to me yet even though I do have his phone number, but keeps his bright face all the same.

'Hey Phil,' I smile back at him as my eyes follow left to where Dan stands, and I notice his hair isn't the usual glossy straight sweep, but all tousled and curly in all the places which make him look most adorable. 'And hi there, Dan...' I wink at him jokily, almost sarcastically and nod at his hair – suddenly realising what I am implying he becomes very self conscious and tried to flatten his hair down, squinting as his face wrinkles, his nose squishing into his face, I laugh at him, but somehow feel guilty.

Feeling rather Bad at Dan still trying to make his hair more presentable I reach out and hold the hand which is flattening his fringe and push it down gently, looking into his deep brown eyes as I say, still laughing a little – 'it looks fine, believe me' I smile sweetly, almost sympathetically at him as the panic in his eyes rest and his face becomes more relaxed.

I seem to completely forget about Phil just standing next to us as I am still leaning rather close to Dan where I moved his arm, but Phil is just looking inquisitively into my apartment as he acts like he is just letting me and Dan get over our moment – to break the silence which crept in, Phil exclaims as he claps his hands, 'Well then! Do you want to get going?' He smiles at us expectantly leaning forward to us slightly, I let out a little chuckle and reply 'Sure'

Walking three abreast down the wide corridor we reach the lift – my mind jumps to the thought that this was where it all began, the awkwardness of bumping into Dan and Phil, everything. As the elevator pulls us downwards, I can't help but think how things have changed so much. My thought track eventually causes me to stumble on one of my main tasks tonight which I seem to have forgotten about because of everything that has happened. Who Dan and Phil really are.

I barely notice that they have been exchanging small talk beside me as I was away in my thoughts, and suddenly become conscious of the fact it probably looked like I was ignoring them, feeling slightly awkward and unsociable I nudge Phil's arm and say, 'So how have you been? Got any hobbies?' My question surprises myself – what a stupid conversation starter!

'Oh good thanks, mainly just... Sitting. Gaming. Inter...netting' At the last few words he peers at Dan across the elevator making him give a little nod with a strained acted look of alarm which I can sense behind me, I turn around and give him a joke suspicious look when he snaps his expression back to normal Dan's completely innocent face.

'Tha...t's nice Phil, I spend my time on the internet a lot too actually' I reply as I turn back to him, then the doors ding open so we shuffle out into the lobby area.

xxxx

After the most small talk and random jokes about life in London filled taxi ride probably ever, we arrive outside a little restaurant a few blocks away. Being near enough to 7:30 it's getting quite dark, and the splashing of the rain on the taxi windows make this night even seem menacing or magical. I'm not entirely sure yet.

Stepping out of the cab we walk up to the porch of the little place. Potted plants sit in red and white buckets beside two brass red ropes leading us under the canopy into the building. As we enter Dan and Phil have to slightly duck under the door frame even though there is more than enough clearance, causing me to giggle lightly as we continue through the door. Almost blinding lights greet us along with a chirpy waitress, dressed in red and white checked shirt and black small shoes and an overly eccentric grin upon her face.

Looking startled at this himself, Dan wearily mentions, 'Hey there, um, reservations for 7:30? Sorry we're a bit late'

'Oh! Not at all deary it's absolutely fine!' Her voice instantly annoys me, too loud and nasally high pitched for a woman in her 30's, dressed up in 1950's clothing to match the restaurant. 'Right this way!'

I look at Dan with wide eyes and he replies with an expectant 'I know!'Face, him slightly smiling, but not making it obvious that we both view her the same way.

Phil walks in front of us but behind the lady as she leads us through a tall ceilinged room with black and white chequered floor tiles, and neon signs on the walls, just what you would expect in a quirky 50's Diner style restaurant. Dan leans over my shoulder and quietly, nearly whispering, 'Like the place?' He wears a cheeky grin that only he could perfect.

Almost jumping at his sudden voice in my ear I spin around but continue to walk replying 'oh it looks fabulous so far! So quirky!'

'Ah, but that isn't the best part yet!' He jogs forward in front of me and dramatically presents his arms out to a sign above a big Manga-style doorway – 'Tadaaa! It's a huge gallery of all the best Graphic type art! Me and Phil love it here, and it's perfect because it comes with such amazing food too!'

'Oh wow!' I reply with little to say at my awe and happiness oozing out of me. We weave through tables and chairs of different styles, mostly neon and upholstered red fabric, but finally after at least a minute walking through the very long and deep open room the waitress gestures a table to us, then she hands out menus and scuttles away.

I am still looking at the large doorway, and as we manoeuvre ourselves around the table to sit I look up at Dan like an excited 3 year old at Disney world. 'Can we-'

'-Of course!' he cuts me off and smiles widely at me, and I can see for him this place never gets old, as his excited face shows he is looking forward to it as much as I am.

The table we are offered with features a 2 seater long sofa like seat and two retro bar stools opposite the metal rimmed square table, still excited I almost shout- 'DIBS!' as I nearly jump onto the squishy sofa, my bag flinging onto the table. My actions leave Dan and Phil in a fit of laughter, both their admittingly cute faces wrinkling at the eyes, their smiles so wide – Phil interjects the laughter with a splutter of coughing as he stumbles down to sit on one of the stools across from me, but still laughing as the cheerful soul he is.

The 50's Style music turns up a bit as I notice a young boy fiddling with the jukebox in the corner, but Dan still hasn't sat down, fumbling with my bag as I drag it off the table, Dan subtly shoots Phil an anxious look, almost panicked of where to sit. But instead of replying I notice Phil take his coat off and placing it on the stool beside him. Very subtle Phil. Well done.

Subsiding to Phil's action, Dan perches next to me on the sofa and tucks his long legs under the table, flattening out his black skinny jeans that I swear he seems to live in, and I smile at him after been fumbling with my bag as this has been going on.

Phil hides his face into the menu and gives out various 'oohs' and 'oh yums' and he glances down the probably amazing foods – Dan and I share a glance where our eyes meet and I give a giggle as he chuckles then picks up his menu, but still keeps his eyes on me, like he is trying to figure me out.

Averting my eyes and feeling my face go slightly pink, I pick up my own menu and open my mouth in awe at the intricately decorated menu titles and background.

Phil breaks the weird silence between us, despite the hum of the public in the restaurant and the blaring music by piping up- 'well I don't know about you but I fancy the Dragon lasagne,' seeing my inquisitive look at him he continues raising his hand to his mouth like telling me a secret and fake whispers – 'it's the shape of a Dragon' He 'Wink Winks' at me and chuckles his high but manly laugh, and surprised by his response I reply,

'oooooh.. I see...' Almost sarcastically but mostly jokingly, I nod, playing along with his little act. Meanwhile Dan has been looking for his own menu and decides upon the 'Cave Pastie and Potato Wedgies' as Dan struggle to pronounce wedgies even though it is a simple enough word to say, but we share a strangely prompted chuckle anyway.

Still quite bemused by the seemingly endless option on the brightly coloured menu, 'I think I'll order the 'Rainforest Pasta' I announce to them, having not the foggiest idea what I just ordered.

'Right then!' Phil finalises as he exclaims, 'I'll order!'

Once our food has come, set in front of me is a bright green, pesto covered assortment of pasta, with a little monkey made of salami perched on the edge of my dish, 'oh my god!' I can't help but breath as the overly eccentric waitress returns with our food. But I am just thankful I like all the visible ingredients in my food today. Peering over at his food, Phil inspects his Dragon Lasagne and Dan inspects inquisitively at his own, and mumbles, 'How on Earth is this a cave? Oh wait – there it is!' He pulls up the Pastie pastry to reveal a randomly place monster made of plastic inside it, he dips it in the glass of water provided with his food and waves it around to dry it off – laughing in nearly hysterics he practically shoves it in my face like a 6 year old and says 'Look! A little monster!' His face crinkles up, clearly excited with his meal.

The next 20 minutes includes what has to be said to most fun and enjoyable night I have had in a long time, the food is absolutely delicious and the company is something to be said of an inclusive stand up comedy show.

They ask me lots of random, but sometimes normal questions which I answer playfully, then I realise that the thought of finding out who they are nudges back into my mind. Not wanting to make things suddenly awkward I hold back my urge to just shout out 'Tell me what you do!' but even I can see that would just ruin the night.

As I have been quiet thinking for a while, Dan and Phil exchanged a conversation which I couldn't here but makes me suspicious.

'Maddy-' Phil starts, 'we have to tell you something, something big and no doubt you have probably already guessed'

Oh my god. What's going on? Is that secret really that big that they have to act all so serious?

Dan see's the worried and slightly panicked look on my face that he chuckles 'Phil don't scare her it's nothing big!' But she shoots him a warning look after anyway.

'Anyway,' Phil continues, 'It is rather big Dan, but we really have to tell you. Me and Dan, are Youtubers.'

CLICK! Everything slots into place. The Fangirling at least. That's it! How could I have not worked this out by myself?!

'...With over a million viewers' Dan subtly interjects, but quickly takes back what he says, judging by the look on my face. My eyes widen and I take in a short breath. Realising the colossal number, it dawns on me, there is no way these guys aren't famous. HOW WAS I SO STUPID?

'Maddy – Are you okay?' Phil looks at Dan wearily then back at me, and I realise I have leant back on the wall behind us and look a bit dazed. And feel slightly shocked.

DAN'S POV

'Maddy? Hey there? Maddy.. um are you.. okay?'

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh god what did I do. No. I shouldn't have told her. What have I done? Oh My God I've ruined everything!

'Maddy!' Phil almost shouts as he leans over and taps her on the shoulder.

Thankfully she snaps back and opens her eyes wider, shutting her mouth which had been hanging open. 'A.. Million?!' she stutters, 'Guys that's a heck of a lot of people! And they all watch you?!'

Thank God. Just the amount of people. I feared I had scared her by the fact I had a million screaming fangirls for my flesh – or maybe she doesn't know. I decide to keep it that way.

'Yeah, it is – honestly I don't even know how I have gotten this far, and Phil, we are a kinda duo is some respects I suppose you could say-' It dawns on me. I hadn't really reflected on how far I have come, Law student drop out, I have depended on my Fans and random videos to even get me to where I am today.

'oka...ka..ay..' She continues to stutter, but then seems to come back, she collects herself together and forms a proper sentence, soon enough anyway-

'Maddy nothing will change okay?' I reassure her,

'Well, apart from rides to the BBC building' Phil drops in.

Maddy's eyes widen with recognition and realisation, 'OH! Wait, why how what for what do you do?' The stream of questions seem to stump Phil for a second so I continue and add,

'Well, we're not only Youtubers. That has gotten us as far, and honestly we can't believe it – on the Radio. We do a Radio Show basically'

'To the WHOLE WORLD!' Phil excitingly pops up, out of his trance of questions,

Maddy seems slightly taken aback and I really don't think anything actually sank in yet.

'That's it really. Nothing else really, oh apart from if you hear us talking to ourselves in our flat, that's why okay?'

She nods and I can sense he is still trying to piece it all together still. Breaking the silence and insued awkwardness, I collect all the food together on my plate and tidy the cutlery, to peer over my shoulder to notice Maddy staring at me.

But this isn't her usual stare. She's looking at me like I have transformed into some type of godly figure, a sacred chastity or something. 'Maddy-' I start, but Phil interrupts with,

'I...I gotta go, one sec' He jumps up to the toilet and leave me and Maddy alone on this table. Sitting only inches from each other.

'uh, okay' I suddenly feel worried that Maddy has become some ghost which I can never hang on to, but trying my hardest to explain, I add, 'Nothing will change right? okay? Nothing. I'm still Dan, he's still Phil and we're still friends alright?'

She nods weakly, but her stare turns from worried and quite alarmed, it softens and I sense her looking into my eyes- I never noticed before, but as I look into her eyes too, she really does have the most beautiful Iris's.

Breaking the seeming trance, Maddy moves suddenly into a quick and tight hug, embracing me with her arms wrapped around my body, he shoulder tapping my collarbone and neck – surprised I look down at her and gently rest my chin on her hair, feeling her warmth on me for the split second, I feel almost complete. It feels as if my heart has skipped a beat and all my emotions bubbling up inside of me seem to transform into reality. But before they can be established, Maddy reaches up and tussles my Hobbit Hair, and I give her an annoyed but playful grin whilst trying to flatten it back down. Having her hand through my hair was more than to be said of unwanted though. She springs back to as she was sitting after only seconds of an interaction, but to me seemed like centuries.

'Thanks Dan, me neither' Momentarily I feel entranced by her, I can still feel her fingers in my hair and head on my shoulder, but then I realise what she was referring to and nod and smile, replying with,

'Do you want Ice cream? I have to show you the best flavour ever' to break the awkwardness although I am well aware of how random and insincere I sounded.

Phil shortly returns, and just as to plan he has secretly ordered us 3 servings of the mysterious dessert.

'Hey,' Phil chirps as he sits back down, and as he does so he turns his head and raises his eyebrow at me, surprised, I give the expression of 'What?'

Then I realise my cheeks are flushed Pink from the incident only seconds before.

The bubbly Waitress returns, with her hair greying at the roots and apron flailing, she places 3 servings of light purple Ice cream in front of us, and I see Maddy's eyes widen as she looks at me in awe.

'What's this?' she openly remarks,

'Guess!' Phil replies at her inquiry, a playful smirk on his face.

'I don't know!'

Phil rummages in his pocket and gets out his glasses; playfully placing them on the tip of his nose he says 'Try it. Go on, I dare you!', as he peers over his glasses at Maddy.

Chuckling I nod at her daring for her too, thankful she seems to have let the tension drop from before.

She dips the spoon in and collects some on the edge, then carefully places it in her mouth. The second it touches her lips her eyes widen in realisation, as she mumbles-screams, 'Mmmmmh!' as she tries to mime what it is.

'Bacon Ice Cream!' I ecstatically shout and her smile grows to touch the edge of her cheeks, and so does mine, seeing her so happy.

After she has swallowed, she says 'Oh my god,' and giggles into hysterics, making us all laugh too – 'You would never think it to be anything like it! It's so weird!'

'We know!' Me and Phil practically say together, and look at each other in surprise –

I continue 'We thought you would like it!'

As we finish our bowls, in the hysterics of the night, and I think I am slightly high on ice cream, I grab Phil's glasses, and balance them on my upper lip, mumbling 'Look! Glasses Moustache!'

I have no idea what compelled me to do this but it makes Maddy laugh until her laughter can barely be heard, a wisp of a beautiful laugh, I squint in happiness and our three laughs entwine as one, still chuckling I check my phone for the time and realise we have been having a fantastic night for over 2 hours already. And the gallery hasn't even been started at yet.

My feelings for Maddy still have me torn, but I still don't know if it's worse that she knows we are Youtubers, or better, because of the little moment I shared with her tonight.

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