Authors Note: Trigger Warning for the first paragraph of the story. I am in no way mocking anything that happens, so please don't take it offensively!
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(Your POV)
That was one of the longest flights I have ever had in my entire life. All the anticipation was eating me alive. I was excited to start my new life here in London, but I was also nervous that the same shit would happen. Those past few months were hell for me. I resorted to cutting and I wanted to kill myself. I don't want to have to go through that pain and torture again. I'm two months clean and I wanted to keep staying strong, so this was my way of winning the battle.
Okay so I think my apartment is around the corner he- my thoughts were interrupted by a tall, skinny male who rudely bumped into me, knocking all my belongings to the ground. I didn't even look up to see what little shit did this. I went straight to the ground to pick up my stuff when I touched the hands of the male. He had pale skin and his hands were quite large. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz." Wait a minute. I know that voice... "Um.. Here let me help you with that." I glanced up and saw the one and only: Dan. "I-Uh-Oh my gosh its okay. I'm sorry. It w-was my fault." Oh my word could I be any more awkward? Ugh! Get your shit together! "No, love it was my fault. Anyways, I'm Dan Howell. What's your name?" For some reason I couldn't get the words out of my throat, but when I did, oh lord was it awful. "Ummmmm. I-It-my-uhhhh." Dan looked down at me with his beautiful brown eyes, but with either confusion or sympathy. "Everything alright?" he laughed after he questioned my stuttering and idiotic ways. After taking a deep breath, I calmly said, "Yes. I'm sorry I'm just a really big fan of yours and I couldn't believe you were standing in front of me haha. Well, I'm (y/n)." "Oh, thank you so much for liking my videos and being a supporter! So where are you from?" As soon as that question was asked, I got a wave of different emotions flood my heart. I could feel my face turn pale and then suddenly, everything went black.
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Fanfiction(Y/n) was struggling in America, so she decided to move to England, where she would find love, misfortune, and a whole lot of drama. In the end, will (y/n) regret her decision of ever leaving America?
