Most of this chapter is monologue. Sorry! There'll be more action in the next chapter. And I also tried Dan's POV. Hope you enjoy!

When I woke up in the morning, all my muscles were stiff. Probably from all the crying I did last night... although I don't know how that would make my muscles stiff. It was probably just from my sleeping position.

I reached over and grabbed my phone, and when I checked it I saw I had a text from Dan. My heart began to pound. What did he have to say to me... maybe he didn't like me any more? Maybe he was phoning to say that he loved me as a friend and it was all a misunderstanding last night...?

Hey Tash, it's Dan. Just want to say I'm staying round PJ's for the day to make a video with him and Chris. Phil's also coming along. Do you want to come or are you busy?

God, this is just going to make everything even more awkward. What if we end up having to talk about last night around his best friends? That would be the most awkward thing ever. And I think I'd even have difficulty psyching myself up to do it without his friends about, let alone them being there. I'd probably chicken out at the last minute. I've never been good with confidence. If I didn't tell someone straight away, I'd end up with the confidence slipping from my fingertips and draining away. Then when I told myself to do it, I just wouldn't be able to. I got too scared.

I'd never been in this situation before. I keep thinking... what if last night was a mistake? But he'd described me as a crush. That must mean that he liked me. I really need to have more confidence in myself... I've completely convinced myself that he doesn't like me the way I like him. But there are so many obvious clues that tell me that he does in fact like me that way. I keep deluding myself to think otherwise... why am I doing that?

But how is it possible that the one and only Dan Howell could like me? I'm nothing special. He has thousands of fangirls who'd kill to have him out there, and ninety eight percent of them are about ten times prettier than me. Why me?

Shut up, Natasha. You're rambling.

But should I text him saying I'm coming, or not? Should I not go just because I'm scared of talking about last night? Come on, he's a nice guy. The worst he'll say is that he didn't mean it in that way. But it's so obvious that he did! I just can't get myself to understand this, it's like some complicated puzzle.

But what would happen if he did mean it that way? Would we start dating? Because I like him, and apparently he likes me.

Yeah, I guess the main thing I'm worried about is that I'll chicken out when I get there, then completely lose the confidence to ask him whatsoever and never even ask him about it again. Then it'll become just a distant memory and no one will ever talk about it.

But I really want to talk about it! I'm almost in love with him so much it hurts. Like last night. It felt as if he was trapped behind the TV screen and I was trying to get through to him. Scream it out. Make him hear me although he couldn't. But that was the thing; he couldn't hear me. That was what I was angry about. If I'd told him then, then God knows what would've happened.

Should I go, or not?

Damn it, Natasha. Just go. After all, YOLO!

Did I really just say YOLO?

Mentally slapping myself for using such a stupid word, I tapped in a reply with shaky fingers.

I'll be there if you tell me the address, might bring Rose along if she wants to come ;)

Almost instantly, he replied. A grin spread its way onto my face. I've always loved guys who text back instantly. Taking hours... now that's a massive turn off. I absolutely hate guys who take ages to text back. This was already a good start.

As soon as I read the address and the time he suggests I arrive, I started getting ready. Obviously I want to impress him, so after breakfast, a shower and a hair wash I put on my best clothes.

"Rose!" I yelled out from my bedroom as I brushed my hair in front of the mirror. She came bounding in, shock taking over as she noticed my fancy clothing.

"Yeah?" she asked, "What? Why are you dressed all fancy? Did Dan ask you out?"

I chuckled amusingly. "Unfortunately not! I'm going over to his friend PJ's to meet him there with Phil and his other friend Chris. They're making a video apparently. Do you want to join?"

Rose took a few moments to let the information sink in. "Yeah... I'll come. A bit of a late notice, though, don't you think? Luckily I'm not dressed yet."

"Well go get dressed then! Hurry up!"

She shrieked happily and disappeared down the corridor as I finished with my make up and made sure I looked OK. Hopefully I would do in Dan's eyes.

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Once I'd finished getting ready, I waited for Rose at the door. She was always the last one ready when it came to these things.

"Come on Rose! We don't want to be late!" I shouted from the door. She came bounding down the corridor, all her most fancy clothes on. They'd probably ask why we'd both dressed like we were going to the school prom.

"Yeah I'm here, shut up Tash," she frowned, slinging her handbag over her shoulder and slipping into her shoes.

Opening the door, I stepped out, my heart pounding.

"Well here goes nothing," I muttered to myself as we made our way towards the car so we could drive to PJ's place and meet them all there.

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Dan's POV

All morning I've been thinking about last night. What the hell did I say? Why did I even say that? What if she doesn't even like me in that way? And if she doesn't, it'll probably spoil our friendship and I'll have no chance with her.

But if she did think that way, then why did she not say anything about it when she replied to my text this morning? It was risky enough texting her and asking her to join us over here. And it would be awkward too if we had to talk about last night in front of all my friends. Now I'm starting to regret this decision. But I want to see her, right? We need to talk eventually or we'll never talk at all. It seems we're both socially awkward people.

And the worst thing is that I keep zoning out. We got up quite early this morning to start filming this video. Maybe it's tiredness getting to me. But I'm not tired. I shouldn't be tired. I go on Twitter at three in the morning like it's normal, for God's sake. I stay up all night just to edit and upload my videos. I should've been an owl. So why would I be tired...?

My thoughts keep drifting to her. How she's so perfect and how much I want her to be mine. But that's just selfish. She probably doesn't like me in that way.

Then I have a thought. What if she didn't watch the radio show at all...? What if she never even heard my confession? That might be a relief, but it might not at the same time. What if she does come here, and we talk about it, and she does end up feeling the same way about me? What would happen then?

So many questions. But she'd have to be practically blind not to have noticed all the clues that I'd laid out for her. But maybe she's been feeling the same way as me. No. She can't... she can't like me like that. We barely even know each other that well.

I was interrupted from my thoughts by three knocks at the door. My head whipped up, I realised I'd been staring at the ground. Before I even had a chance to stand or even say a word, PJ had rushed to answer it.

And surely enough it was Natasha's voice coming from the other side of the door.

Please review, favourite and follow if you enjoyed it! I love your feedback and really want to know if the people who read this actually like it. Thanks!

Also I had another idea. Well I kinda copied it from another person's fic I'm reading, sorry if you're reading this (I can't remember the author's name)! So I'm going to include some of you in the story if you want. Just describe yourself to me in as much detail as you can in a review, or you can even PM me. There's vacancy for PJ and Chris's girlfriends, too! :O! I'll choose them at random so it's fair. Unfortunately I won't be able to do everybody so I'll try and do as many as I can.

(I'll probably need your name, a description of what you look like, and some characteristics so I can write you as accurately as possible. I don't want to insult anyone by writing something wrong about them!)

Virtual hugs to all reviewers! ;)