Sorry I haven't updated for a while! I've had bad writer's block. And this chapter is so short. So sorry if it's crap! Hope you enjoy it.

My eyes went wide as I recognised the person at the door. Gradually my jaw started becoming slack as I dropped my pancake back onto the plate in shock.

It was Rose.

The first thing I saw was her tackling Phil in a massive hug, which resulted in the two stumbling back a few steps. She was giggling with glee. I could tell Phil was very confused by the way he was looking quizzically at me.

Rose looked up at him, her arms still wrapped tightly around his waist. "Hi, I'm Rose. Natasha's friend. I can't believe it's you..."

"Oh... um, hi," Phil replied awkwardly, and she giggled cutely, showing her dimples. I was always jealous that she had dimples. Another reason why she was more attractive than me.

"Sorry Phil, she's my flatmate and best friend. She is a big fan," I explained, and Dan looked to me and chuckled. He'd had a similar experience yesterday.

She finally stopped being so embarrassing and untangled herself from him, looking up at him with sparkling green eyes. "Sorry if I'm seeming like a stalker. Natasha still hasn't charged her phone and I couldn't text her or anything to ask her if she was OK. So I went knocking and tried to find your flat."

"No, it's fine," Phil stuttered, a slight blush creeping to his cheeks. "So... come in?"

She squealed as Phil walked around her and shut the door. As soon as she saw me her eyes lit up, and I stood up as we embraced each other in a giant bear hug.

"I can't believe it!" Rose grinned, grabbing my hands in hers and looking into my eyes. "We're in Dan and Phil's flat! Oh my God, Tash!"

"Rose, calm down. Calm down and stop fangirling."

"But they're here! Oh my God they're actually here!"

"Shut up. I'm trying to eat my breakfast. You can either stop fangirling and join us, or go squeal in the other room where I don't have to hear you."

Giving an annoyed pout, Rose sat down at the table opposite me, resting her head in her hands.

"Hi Dan," she smiled, looking over to Dan who was still eating his pancake as casually as possible.

"Oh, hi," he said through a mouthful of food. "Rose, isn't it?"

"Yup."

Phil was quick to join us. He sat down next to Rose, who flashed him a flirty smile. Jeez, she was like this with every guy she saw! Maybe not every guy, but every hot guy.

"Are you hungry, Rose?" Phil asked, and Rose shook her head.

"I've had breakfast, but thanks for asking."

Once everyone had finished, Rose and I decided that maybe we should go home for a bit and have a rest. And I needed to write a report on another game that I'd recently played. I'd much rather prefer to be here with Dan and Phil, but work was work and it had to be done.

Dan embraced me in a hug, and I buried my head in his shoulder, inhaling his heavenly scent. We stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feeling of being in each others' arms.

"You know, I've only known you for a day but I really like you," Dan smiled shyly, and his smile along with those words made my heart throb.

"I really like you too," I smiled back, and grabbed a piece of paper from my pocket and began scribbling my number on it. Once I'd finished, I handed it to Dan. "Call me."

"Oh, thanks," he exclaimed, happily taking the slip of paper and then giving his number to me. "I'll see you soon then."

"Hopefully," I replied, but my voice trailed off at the end. At that moment he looked so undeniably sexy, his deep brown eyes twinkling and his smile was burning its way into my heart. All I wanted to do was kiss him.

"Come on, we haven't got all day!" Phil called, smirking. He was chatting to Rose but also needed to do some more for his video.

"Goodbye," he said, "I'll call you... maybe we could, I don't know, go somewhere together?"

"That sounds like an awesome idea," I exclaimed, "So when did you say this radio show was on that you were talking about?"

"Sunday, seven til nine."

"I'll make sure to listen in," I said with a smile, "Bye, Dan."

We exchanged one final hug before going our separate ways. I quickly waved to him before going out of the door beside Rose. As soon as we were outside their flat door, I felt lonely without him. No one had ever made me feel like this before. But why him? Why was he so special?

Now I could think of a million answers to that question. His eyes, his face, his wit, and just his personality in general... that was what attracted me to him the most. He was so funny and sarcastic, and such a gentleman. I'd never like someone just because they were attractive on the outside. As they say, beauty comes from the inside.

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Back at the flat, I lay in my trademark internet position on the sofa. I had just looked up 'danisnotonfire' on YouTube, and was watching his videos with my headphones on. His videos were actually really funny and interesting, what had I been missing out on all this time? Also I decided to watch some of Phil's videos, and they were just as good. But maybe I didn't get that tingling feeling in my abdomen whenever I watched his videos though. Whenever Dan's face came onto the screen, it brought on reactions that were best not mentioned.

Now I finally understood why my friends were so obsessed over them. I'd never felt the need to join in though. My main obsessions were over bands like Muse, All Time Low and shows like Doctor Who and Sherlock. Merch and posters covered my room.

When I found out that Dan also liked Muse, my heart skipped. How could we have so many things in common?

But his videos were so funny. I couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter every so often. His obsession over llamas, Malteasers and Delia Smith. His 'your mum' jokes he aimed at Phil. The two acted so close that they were like brothers. I decided that next time I saw him I would buy him some Malteasers.

But I kept thinking: what made me so special? If he has all those fans who are madly in love with him over the internet, then why did he choose me over all of them? Some of them were a lot prettier than me. And maybe he could be doing this as a friendly gesture?

No. He couldn't. Otherwise why would've he let me sleep next to him, pulling out my chair for me, holding my hand? I was confused. And he'd asked me if we wanted to 'go somewhere together'. But he could have meant it in a friendly way.

But he was so perfect. He was incredibly good looking, and in my opinion I wasn't that good looking. So why was he so fond of me?

All of these thoughts clouded my mind. But there was one question that seriously had to be answered: did he like me, or not?

Review please for llama shaped Malteasers ;)