A/N: Hi! This is my first ever fanfiction! Thank you so much to everyone who has journeyed with me and Casey so far. I really appreciate all your reviews, messages and suggestions. Everything you have written about this story thus far has helped me so much, especially since I am a first time fanfiction writer and I actually have no idea what I'm doing. So yeah, thank you for guiding me all throughout AGY. If you're a new reader, please let me know what you think and don't be afraid to leave constructive criticisms because I welcome each and every one of them.

Also, I put together outfits to go with each chapter! You can check out photos and updates about this fanfiction on my Tumblr blog: what-to-wear-if.

NOTES:

Italicized (In the middle of paragraphs) - Means this is a thought bubble formed in the character's mind

Italicized: (In a new paragraph/line) - Means this is a tweet or a text message sent by the character

[Brackets] - Means there's a special action done in script-style chapters

Line Breaks - A transitional cue for when there is a change of tone or setting

*** - A cue for song lyrics done in script-style chapters

### - Means the chapter is done so you can go ahead and click on 'Next'

-30- - Means the story is completely done

Enjoy and Thank You!

CHAPTER 1: A Gap in the Room

It's been six months since Jack Harries decided to drop out of University of Bristol. Though things went well for him and his twin brother Finn because of this, he knew, in his heart of hearts, that he misses Bristol dearly. The city of Bristol is a two-hour drive away from London, where he lives. But despite the 193 kilometer difference, Bristol's old buildings, little shops and bustling streets always makes him feel like he's being transported to a different dimension. This is such a pretty place. He once showed the city to his fans through a video after he moved in. He even showed them his university room on the third floor of the University Hall, which was where he was headed at the moment.

Jack Harries is a simple guy with so many complex thoughts. It was probably why he chose to study drama, film and TV. In the World Wide Web, however, he's not exactly what you would identify as a regular guy. He is a YouTube personality. His gap year chronicles that went viral over the Internet made him an instant celebrity with more than two million subscribers and millions of social media followers. Today, however, Jack roamed the university grounds alone. He decided to go back to his old university room. He went up the stairs silently, absorbed in his thoughts and memories. He passed by the lobby where he used to sit and play Fred, his ukelele, for his friends and classmates. He saw a few familiar faces but saw none of those whom he had been friends with. Part of the reason why he felt he needed to go back to this hall is because he lost a lot of dear friends when he dropped out. I even lost a girlfriend.

Meanwhile, Ken rushed past him to get to the room as soon as possible. He was practically running up the stairs to the third floor with his keys jangling in his pocket. He opened the door to his room and hurriedly closed it. He placed his bag down on the study table and retrieved the little black dress hanging inside his wooden dresser. It was a dress for his best friend who is about to host a rehearsal dinner that evening. Casey's literally going to kill me if I don't finish this hem on time! Though he knew that Casey would wait patiently for the dress, he was pressured to finish it on time because he had plans with his boyfriend that night too. He sat down on his sewing machine, reached for his bag and rummaged for his glasses. At times like these he felt it was very unfortunate that he had astigmatism. He needed his glasses to be able to sew. Oh shit! It wasn't there. Panic-stricken, he dashed out of the room and went back to his classroom where he probably left them, leaving the door to his room unlocked.

Jack stood outside his former room for about 10 seconds. What if there's someone in here? He took out his Canon 7D and took a deep breath. He knocked once, twice, thrice, hoping that the person on the other side of the door would be kind enough to let him in. There was no answer. He knocked again and felt the door knob. It was open. Adrenaline rushed through Jack's body. He looked around to check for people in his former floor that he might know, people who might see what he's about to do. Nothing. He twisted the door knob and the door gave way for him. He stuck his head inside the room and saw the mess of clothes and scattered papers. "Hello?" No one answered. Jack went in, opened his camera and took a video of his former room which is now in a state of chaos with books lying everywhere and swatches of cloths scattered on top of the study table. He checked the shelves and the drawers for anything he might have forgotten when he went away. In one of it, he saw a colorful box covered with cutouts of his face. It was filled with bracelets his fans sent him while he was there. He closed the box, tucked it under his arm and got ready to leave.

Then he felt the sudden need to pee.

Casey was almost running late. Her English professor took his time giving their assignments that he went past the schedule again. In a rush, she packed her notebook and her iPad in her bag and made a run for the door. She came to Bristol to live with her father while attending college. While her divorced parents are well off, she's been trying to land part-time hosting gigs to save some money for her own. Her goal was to be able to save enough cash to visit her mom on Christmas. I can't be late. I can't fuck this up! She found the door to Ken's room slightly ajar when she reached the landing of the University Hall's third floor. She gently pushes the door as she stepped inside, catching her breath as she did. The room was empty. "Ken?" she asked loudly. She heard the sound of falling bottles in the bathroom and she shook her head in amusement. Ken, always the clumsy one.

Casey dropped her heavy bag on the floor and went to sit on the bed. She took off her black lace up boots and and tied her caramel-highlighted brunette hair in a high ponytail. She closed the curtains and the door and started stripping to her underwear while eyeing the dress on top of the table. "Have you finished the dress yet?" she asked loudly but there was no reply. "Ken?" she called, puzzled. She shook off Ken's silence and took out her little make-up bag to retrieve her contacts. She took off her glasses, stood in front of Ken's dresser mirror and carefully placed the clear contact lenses on her eyes so she could still see clearly without looking like a dork. Damn, this effing party better be worth it. She sighed and blinked as she finished putting on her contacts, took her little bag of make-up and went to the bathroom. She knocked loudly on the door. "Ken, what the fuck are you doing?! Hurry up and do my make-up!"

Jack scrambled like a rat inside the bathroom when he heard the loud knocks. He felt like he's choking to death. He looked around him and tried to find an exit but there was nowhere to run. The windows are too high up the building to even attempt to jump and it's also too small for his physique. The only thing that's left to do is to say sorry and possibly charm his way out. With his heart pounding, Jack opened the door. "Who the fuck are you?!" Casey said as she pushed the stranger aside and scrambled into the bathroom to get a towel. "I... Uhh-" Jack wanted to come up with an easy explanation but couldn't think of any. His brain stopped working. He was frozen on his feet as he stared at this pretty brunette who was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. "Oh, I know! You must be Ken's new boyfriend!" she said as she wrapped her body with a bath towel, her big brown eyes staring back at him in wonder. "Where's Ken?!" she asked.

Snap.

Jack shook his head. "No... Uhhh... I- I'm not. I was the owner of this room... before... and I just went back to get this," he said showing the girl the box he was holding. "I'm really sorry, the door was unlocked so I thought..." he stuttered with every word as he looked at the pretty brunette's reddening face. Suddenly Jack's phone rang out loud, dragging them both out of their reveries. It was Finn calling. "Oh shit, I have to go. I'm very sorry!" He ran out of the room and flew down the stairs, almost knocking down an Asian boy with glasses. He fumbled a small sorry and ran out of the building, sweating like a sailor under the sun. They were all probably looking for him while he was there, in his old university room, staring at a pretty girl in nothing but her underwear.

Jesus Christ, what was that Jack?!

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