(N/A): I know PJ has a girlfriend, but this is called fanFICTION for a reason. Please enjoy :)

Dan's POV

I'm sitting in a cab with (Y/n), surrounded by bags of groceries, and feeling extremely content after one of the best days I've had in a really long time. Don't get me wrong, I love Phil, and everyone else in my life, but it all started to feel routine. Meeting (Y/n) has been like waking up from an extremely long nap, and it has been incredibly refreshing. I turn and look at her, as she's gazing out the window. She has this unexplainable aura that radiates from her, filling me with euphoria and elation.

We reach the apartment complex, and since (Y/n) has about twice as many bags as me, I grab a few of hers to help carry them in. I pay the taxi driver, and we carefully walk up the stairs to our apartments.

"I'll drop my stuff off real quick, then bring you yours," I say, placing the bags in my arms down to grab my keys from my pocket.

"Thanks," she says, and disappears into her apartment. After stumbling with my key for a few seconds, I'm finally able to get my door open. I put the keys back into my pocket, grab my bags, and walk in, closing the door behind me with my hip.

"Phil?" I call out. No answer. He must still be out. I set my bags down and put all my groceries away at record speed. I grab (y/n)'s bags, and head into her apartment, as her door is still open. I close the door behind me, place her bags on the island along with the others, grab a bag full of snack foods, and start putting them away in the pantry.

"What are you doing?" She asks skeptically, pausing midway through putting a gallon of milk into her fridge.

"Putting your junk food away, obviously," I reply, looking at her and smiling. She shrugs and resumes putting the other frozen foods away.

"Where's Phil?" She asks. "Shouldn't you make sure he's not eating all your cereal or something?"

"He's out with friends," I reply. "And anyway, putting groceries away with you is basically a dream come true."

She giggles in response, causing just a few of the butterflies in my stomach to wake up. "Yeah, I bet."

I grab another bag from the island, only to realize it's a lot heavier than the others. I open it, and am shocked to find two large bottles of Fireball and vodka. "Damn, what do you need these for?" I ask before I can stop myself.

She grabs them both from my grasp, laughing. "Hey, don't hate on my lifestyle." There's a lot more to this girl than I thought.

We joke around for about an hour, putting everything she bought away. I can't help but notice how bare her apartment is, yet there's still little bits and pieces of things that show that it's her place. She has a lot of things I remember her buying yesterday, but not really anything she would've brought with her. She must've been serious about really starting over.

I lean against the counter, facing her as she sits cross-legged on the counter.

"So..." She starts, trailing off. I can't think of anything to say, so I just sit there awkwardly, as usual. Everything about her is so extravagantly adorable. The way her head is always cocked a little to the left. The way she seemed clumsy and shy, yet so self-assured, as she really knew who she was. She always seemed to do whatever she could to make her already-dainty self smaller, even though the energy that radiated off of her made everyone have to pay attention to her.

I realize we've been making eye contact with each other this entire time, and it's as if she notices the same thing, as her face flushes, and she quickly looks down at her hands. My eyes dart down at my shoes, trying to think of something to say to break the awkward silence. However, I don't have to say anything, because, as if on cue, my phone suddenly starts to ring. I fumble in my pocket, and read the caller ID. Phil.

"Hey Phil, what's up?" I say.

"Hey! PJ and I just got back, but you're not at home!"

"Oh yeah, I'm at (Y/n)'s place," I reply. I wait for an answer, but there isn't any. I look up at the screen, then at (y/n), who's eyebrows are raised.

"He just hung up," I explain, shrugging. (Y/n) opens her mouth, as if about to say something, when there's a sudden knock on the door, causing both (y/n) and I to jump. I walk to the door, greeted by Phil and PJ, who both walk in.

"Hey Peej, What's up?" I ask, smiling at him.

Your POV

"Hey Peej, What's up?" Dan asks, smiling at PJ.

"Nothing much, my friend, nothing much," replies PJ airily. "However, I am wondering who's wonderful abode it is I have just waltzed into." PJ, Phil and Dan both turn to me. Me! He's talking to me!

"Oh, um, (Y/n)!" The words stumble out like boulders falling from a cliff. "I mean, this is (Y/n)'s apartment! I mean, me, my apartment." Stupid, stupid, so fucking stupid.

Dan and Phil have always been two of my top favorite YouTubers, but I've had a crush on Kick the PJ since the beginning of time, it feels like. Also, I am not the type of person who appreciates surprises. So, for my biggest celebrity crush to come walking into my apartment, without my knowledge beforehand, isn't exactly a situation I've dreamt about.

"Well, it's very pleasant to meet you, Ms. (Y/n)," PJ smiles warmly, causing a tsunami of butterflies to flood through my stomach.

"N-nice to meet you too," I stutter, smiling stupidly. I realize my hands are clamped tightly to the edge of the island, and when I let go, they are both red and clammy. I quickly fold them behind my back, trying to act as casual as possible. I turn to see Dan staring at me as if he's a scientist, and I'm some new organism he's just discovered. I catch his eye, and he quickly turns away.

"Well, we just got the new extension to Cards Against Humanity," Phil chimes. "Anyone care to play?" Everyone turns to me, as it expecting me to answer for all of them.

"What? Oh, um, sure," I say, not really knowing if there's a right way out of this situation.

"Perfect!" PJ exclaims, his loudness startling me. "There's no better way to get to know someone new than playing an engrossing game of Cards Against Humanity." His smile sparkles as he winks at me, sending a shiver down my spine. Dan's looking at PJ with an expression that could kill. However, either totally oblivious or totally not caring, PJ smiles at me, then turns and opens the door. Phil troops out first.

"After you," insists Dan, motioning to the door with his arm, but a stony look on his face.

I give him a small smile, then walk out the door, not making eye contact with PJ. I walk into Dan and Phil's apartment and head to the lounge, thinking Dan and PJ are behind me. However, as I sit on the couch across from Phil, I notice neither of them have followed me.

"Where are they?" Asks Phil, unwrapping the new box of cards. I shrug my shoulders, sitting on the edge of the couch with my hands tucked tightly in between my legs. Phil stretches his neck and glances down the hallway, but doesn't seem to see them, as he shrugs and goes back to setting up the game.

After about two minutes, Dan and PJ come into the living room, both with tense looks on their face. Dan takes a seat next to me, and shoots me a half-hearted smile, which I nervously return. PJ takes a seat in the chair next to Phil.

"Well, let's get crack-a-lackin'," PJ chimes, rubbing his hands together and sitting on the edge of his seat.

After countless dirty jokes and painfully embarrassing moments of things getting way more inappropriate than I thought, we decide it's probably best for us to end the game. PJ and I actually hit it off quite well, laughing and making references to things Dan and Phil don't even recognize.  Dan still has some puzzling hostility toward PJ, especially when PJ and I make any sort of interaction that he isn't part of. However, PJ doesn't seem to be paying attention to it, so I decide to ignore it as well. However, I still have plenty of nerves when talking to PJ, especially with him seeming even more charming and attractive in person.

Phil goes to the kitchen quick, and comes back with four glasses of wine and another full bottle.

"So, what brings you to London?" PJ asks casually, leaning back against his chair and smiling at me. Why do all the hot people make so much eye contact? And why does everyone feel the need to ask the one question I don't want to answer? Before I can say anything, however, Dan decides to answer the question for me.

"She's actually a Youtuber," He interjects, shooting PJ a look I can't read. However, it seems like I'm the only one who can sense the unexplainable tension Dan has toward PJ, as Pj seems to completely ignore it.

"Oh, really?" He asks, intrigued. "How long?" It takes me a few seconds to figure out what he's asking, but I'm able to catch myself before I reply with "How long what?" I don't need to make myself look more stupid than I already have.

"Oh, just around, like, three years, I guess," I respond timidly, unable to look into his sharp green eyes.

"Oh, awesome!" He sparks. "What's your channel? I'll make sure to check it out later." Damn, this is the worst situation I could think about getting myself into. One look through my channel, and they'd be able to figure out all of my secrets.

"Ummmm..." I stammer, my mind digging up as I search hastily for some sort of excuse to get myself out of this situation. However, Dan comes to the rescue, or, at least, his clumsiness does, as he suddenly knocks his glass of wine to the floor, causing glass to shatter and red wine to spill everywhere.

"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry, I'm gonna go grab some paper towels!" Dan apologizes profusely, then runs to the kitchen.

"I'll go grab the broom," Phil asserts, also standing up and heading in the same direction as Dan.

"Here, get away from the glass," PJ urges as he stands up and holds his hand out for me. I cautiously get to feet, and grab his arm for support as I cautiously step away from the mess.

Suddenly, PJ grabs me by the elbow, yanking my arm toward himself. "Jeez, you're bleeding!" I look down and see an open gash across my wrist, crimson blood trickling down my forearm. The sight sets something loose in my mind, causing my vision to blur, and I'm about to collapse. However, PJ must see it a second before it happens, as he throws his other arm around me and slowly helps me to the ground.

"It's okay, it's just a little cut, it'll be okay," PJ assures me. I don't think he realizes it's not the actual cut causing me to react this way, but the remembrance it brings back. "Give me some of that paper towel!" PJ directs someone, except his voice sounds muffled and distant, as if coming from another room. "A piece of glass must've flown up and cut her arm."

A sharp pain swiftly pierces the part of my arm that's cut, knocking me back to reality and causing me to let out a gasp of pain. I look at my arm, and notice PJ holding a crumpled ball of paper towel to the cut.

"I'm gonna go grab the first-aid kit," comes Dan's panicked voice from somewhere to the right of me. Damn it, now I'm just creating more of a problem. I look up at PJ, who's still crouched right next to me and holding the paper towel to my arm, and look into his eyes. I can see they're filled with concern and confusion. He's probably just freaked out about how crazy I'm reacting to a tiny cut.

Dan comes running back into the living room, hops around the mess still sitting forgotten in the middle of the floor, and squats next to me. He unlatches the plastic box and searches through it with shaking hands, pulling out gauze and white pads. PJ pulls away the paper towel. However, since the blood has practically glued it to my arm, I can't help but grimace in pain once more. Dan tries to open an antiseptic wipe, but his hands are shaking tremendously, and PJ takes it from him. With steady hands, PJ is able to wipe my arm clean, apply the white pad, and wrap gauze around my arm.

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Dan is mumbling next to me.

"It's not your fault. It was an accident. It's okay," PJ is saying, but not taking his eyes off my arm. Finally, with his handiwork done, he closes the first aid kit, and looks at me. I can't make eye contact with him, so I continue looking down at my crossed legs. After what feels like hours of sitting in silence, but may have only been a few minutes, I decide to stand up. Dan and PJ both do the same immediately as I do. I look across the room, and see Phil standing in the doorway, the broom in his hand, his face filled with confusion. I smile weakly at him, not knowing how else to react, and walk to the other end of the room, getting out of the way. Silently, Phil sweeps up all the broken glass, and PJ and Dan soak up all the wine with paper towels. I grab all the sopping paper towels piling up next to them and bring them into the kitchen.

Once I'm in the kitchen, I decide now is the time where I can let a little weakness show. I let out one sob, and feel a tear cascading down my cheek. I look in the window behind the sink, and due to the dark sky, I'm able to see my reflection. I hastily wipe away the single drop, take a deep breath, then head back into the silent living room.

I walk in to see Dan, Phil, and PJ all standing next to each other, completely silent, and I can't help but get the feeling they might've been talking about me.

I sigh, then put on my most convincing smile. "Well, what a way to end a night," I say as jokingly as possible. Phil looks a little shocked, but Dan and PJ both laugh.

"Well, as much fun as I'm having, I'm pretty exhausted. Especially after spending the last two days with you guys," I say. "I better get going. I'll see you guys later. And PJ, it was great to meet you."

"What, you think I'm leaving?" Asks PJ, laughing. "I didn't ride a train from Brighton for an hour and a half just to hang out for a day. Sorry, (Y/n), but I'm not out of your hair quite yet." He smiles charmingly at me. Dan scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, looking down at the ground. I need to ask him what's going on with him and PJ.

"Oh, I have an idea!" Chimes Phil.

"Oh, great," replies Dan sarcastically, causing PJ and I to laugh. Phil rolls his eyes good-naturedly, then continues.

"We should have a party sometime while PJ's still here, and it can be some sort of housewarming party, and we can introduce (Y/n) to everyone!"

"Oh, fun!" Replies PJ. "We should do it the day after tomorrow, so we have time to invite people and buy food and all that good stuff."

PJ, Dan, and Phil all look at me expectantly, smiles blossoming on each of their faces. I don't have the heart to tell them I'm not much of a party person. However, it is being planned ahead of time, and I need to meet new people anyway.

"Oh, why the hell not?"

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Hey, guys! I love PJ so much, I had to find a way to incorporate him in the story somehow! Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the story! If you have any suggestions, don't hesitate to mention them, and please share and vote! Thanks so much!