It started with just one; an innocent, almost sardonic act that was a way to have a little fun and laugh at her own hopeless romanticism. She never expected anyone to find them.

Lauren did though. She found one in the gutter one day and was about to leave it, but a feeling in her gut told her to pick it up and so she did, forever listening to the little messages like that, no matter how strange they might seem.

She picked up that paper plane and she unfolded it as she leaned against a bus stop and she read the letter scrawled on it.

'My love,

We've got a lot of catching up to do, or maybe we don't. Maybe we saw each other just yesterday, or maybe we've not met yet.

All I know is that we love each other.

Or maybe it's unrequited.

Either way, I write this letter to you as a simple hello. I hope you're doing well.

Y/n. X'

Lauren chuckled and folded the letter back up before putting it in her pocket. She wasn't going to put it back because that would be littering, and she wasn't going to throw it away because this 'Y/n' person seemed to have not only put a lot of effort into it, but it was really sweet too.

And as the next few weeks went by, she found more and more of the little notes. All of them started with 'my love' and all ending with 'Y/n x'. She kept them all, in hopes of finding Y/n and giving them back; as impossible as that task may seem.

She took photos and posted them online, asking anyone who had any idea who was writing them to let her know. She got a few pranks which led to her walking into paparazzi-ridden streets or people saying they knew who it was but then naming an entirely different city to the one she'd found them in. She wasn't really complaining about the paparazzi part, though, because the media soon caught on to her search and their 'teasing' only helped expand her audience and therefore she had more chance of meeting this person.

Then, after the daily notes (which she found all over the city, wherever she was that day) stopped.

She must have had almost 30 of them, and then all of a sudden they stopped,

She waited a day, and then another, and then another, but she didn't find any more paper aeroplanes.

She laughed at herself, at how she'd woken up each day hoping to find one and how she'd walked around the city almost every day hoping to find one and how attached she had become to a name scrawled on a piece of paper, to the character whose life she's been hearing all about, to what she was now realising was barely more than a figment of her imagination.

But then she remembered something. She'd become so attached to this quest of hers that she'd been marking off where she found each letter and had noticed a certain area was much more concentrated with the letters than anywhere else.

That's where Y/n had to be, and if she was there, Lauren could find her.

She wrote her own letter, folded it neatly, and gently placed it on the passenger's seat in her car as she hopped in and drove.

Once there, she took a moment to look around and consider her situation.

She'd gone mad. Absolutely mad.

And so she laughed at herself again. Real, loud, head-thrown-back laughter.

Until a gentle knock on her window made her jump in her seat and stop entirely, gathering herself before rolling the window down to look at the girl who was stood there.

"Sorry, hi." The girl said nervously, and Lauren smiled politely, assuming she was a fan, "I was- sorry, is that a paper aeroplane?" She asked, and Lauren quickly looked over at the seat before back at the stranger... who was hella cute, she noticed.

"Yeah?" She answered though it sounded like a question in itself.

"I- This might be a coincidence but... have you been picking them up?"

Now Lauren was sure this was just another prank, and so she answered bluntly.

"Yeah."

"I'm Y/n." The girl introduced herself, and Lauren's brows furrowed before her eyes went wide and her mouth fell open.

"You're Y/n? Y/n with an x?"

The girl laughed, "Yes, Y/n with an x."

Lauren let out a breath, almost a little laugh in itself, as she realised she'd done it. Then, she remembered the little paper sitting beside her.

"Then this is for you." She said, reaching over and taking the carefully folded letter before handing it to her.

The y/e/c-eyed girl nodded before taking it and popping it into her back pocket. Then she looked down the road for a moment before back at the woman still in the car.

"What are you doing right now?" She asked, and Lauren shrugged.

"I was going to come and deliver that." She announced, patting her hands on the steering wheel, and Y/n let out another soft chuckle.

"Do you want to maybe grab a coffee?"