I stand to the side of Dan, just out of camera shot. I am wearing my one of favourite dresses, a black strappy top with a dark purple skirt that floats about when I move. I curled my hair at the ends and wore a butterfly necklace my dad once gave to me. "Hello Internet! Dan here. So I'm guessing that you all have seen the photos of me and my girlfriend, thank you whoever took them! And I guess that it's time for you guys to meet her. If you don't want to see her or know about her or have anything bitchy to say then please you all know how to click on to different video. And for all of you who are still here, thank you in advance for respecting her and not giving her any hate, she means a lot to me and if she received any hate then I would take it personally." I breathe out, like I'm about to walk in front of a live crowd, not a camera. "So, without further ado, I would like you all meet to Amy." This is my cue; I hop over to the spare chair next to Dan and give a nervous grin. I wave and say, "Hello Internet!" Copying Dan. "Amy, I thought that we could do a quick fire interview so that everyone can see how amazing you are." "OK, shot!"
"Dog or Cat?"
"Cat."
"Pizza or Pasta?"
"Pasta."
"X factor or the voice?"
"Neither."
"Day or night?"
"Day."
Stay in or go out?"
"Stay in."
"And finally, Me or Phil?"
"I'm going to have to say...you!"
"Well there you go internet, hope you enjoyed that and I'll leave it there. Bye guys!" We both salute and Dan leans forward to turn off the camera. "How did I do?" "Great, they'll love you." I leave Dan to film the 'sexy end screen dance' and go to find Phil.
He was washing up in the kitchen after his breakfast. "Hey Philip!" "Oh, hey Amy. Have you filmed it?" "Yep, all done now." He finishes washing and turns round to face me, leaning on the sink. "Amy, I want to say thank you for making Dan so happy." He says awkwardly. "Oh." "Whenever you're around he's so happy, his face lights up when you walk in or if he mentions you. You mean the world to him; He talks about you all the time." I am shocked but so happy to hear this news, I'd always wondered if I was more in love with him than he was with me. "Thank you Phil, and just for the record, I love him just as much." "Who do you love?" Dan says walking in, making me jump. "You of course." I reply and put my arms round his neck. He kisses me lightly on my lips, smiling like an angel. "Woah, guys. Don't forget that I'm still here!" Phil says and we break apart. "Right well, I've got to do some revision now, ready for class. I guess I'll see you later then." I walk out the door with Dan following behind, holding my hand. "Bye beautiful." He says softly, brushing my hair out of my face. We kiss and I feel my heart beating against his. I eventually break apart and go back to my flat to try to revise.
I sit there, at my desk, reading and making notes for the exam I had that afternoon. After about an hour I sit up straight and realised that I couldn't care less about everything that I had been learning. I didn't want to be journalist anymore; I didn't want to be at Uni just for the sake of going to Uni. I stared down at my books and notes and brushed them all to one side, was this how I wanted my life to be? I went back upstairs to the one person who could help me most, having been through the exact same thing. "Dan, I really need your advice." I say as soon as he opens the door. We go back down to my room and I sit in his arms and sob. "I don't want to go to Uni anymore Dan, I have no interest in it and I don't want this to become my life." He holds me and rocks me until I stop crying. When I eventually do, he leans back so he can look me in the eye. "Amy, I'm afraid that you're the only one who can make this decision, I can only give my opinion. I think that you should take a year out of Uni, try to forget about the future and any stupid exams. Maybe get a part time job, do something that you care about." I think it over, "Yeah, I think that I should the year out, you're right." He holds me tighter and we decide to go down together to request a year off.