Dan x Reader

Chapter One.

A/N
I was so bored that at one a.m. I decided to start writing this. I am the literal definition of a night owl. So screw sleep, and have fun reading this.

I had always had dreams of moving to a big city. I knew that it was I could find other people like me. I could finally surround myself with comfort, joy and happiness.

But I didn't expect it to happen quite so soon. Time didn't just fly out the window, it seemed to jump headfirst to try to escape as quickly as possible. One moment I was a quirky dork sitting alone in the corner of a ninth grade classroom, the next moment I was getting my acceptance letter from Richmond. I had been waiting years for that letter, and the day it finally arrived I nearly imploded with nerves and excitement.

March 24, a few months ago:

I stopped by my family's post box on the way home from school. I had been doing so everyday for the past month, waiting for the letter that would tell me what my future was.

The perpetual fear of rejection was coiled in my stomach, even though I knew that Richmond was likely to accept me. I had been working hard at school for years, ever since I had figured out my plans after high school.

As soon as I found out about the Richmond college in London, I knew exactly what I would be working toward for years to come.

When I arrived at the post box, I was nervous, as I had been every day since I had sent in my application.

I unlocked it with a small key, and pulled out a stack of mail. There were a few magazines, a flyer for a car wash, and a bunch of assorted envelopes.

One of them had the Richmond school seal on it.

I immediately dropped the rest of the mail to the ground and tore open the letter.

Dear y/n,

Congratulations!  We are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted to Richmond University, beginning this fall. You can take pride in this accomplishment, for you have been selected from a group of talented and highly competitive students.

It went on to describe what type of financial aid I would receive, details on my student visa, and a bunch of information I'd need to know before registering.

I raced to my house as fast as possible. No one else was home yet, but I decided to celebrate anyways. I grabbed my phone and a tub of (favorite flavor) ice cream and sat down to tell everyone the good news. First i texted my parents, telling them that I have good news. Then I sent messages to my grandparents and other semi-proud distant relatives that I barely see or talk to.

When I was done with my family, I decided to call my best friend. She lived a few hours away in different state, but we still kept in touch and talked daily.

*beeeeeep beeeeeep beeeeeep*

She eventually answered the phone.

"Hey, y/n, whatcha up to?"
she asked brightly.

"I JUST GOT MY ACCEPTANCE LETTER!" I yelled into the phone.

I heard squealing from the other end. Lizzie had received her letter two weeks ago. You had just been waiting to get yours so that you could celebrate together.

"Wanna Skype and talk for a few minutes about it?" she asked me.

"Of course. Let me go set it up on my laptop, though, because my phone is about to die."
I replied, watching the battery go from seven percent to six.

We spent two hours on Skype talking and being silly. At one point I was spraying silly string and Lizzie was eating frosting put of the tub. We celebrated and planned out living arrangements for London.  We had been looking to rent a flat together and start living our adult lives.

And that's what we did.

July 15, a few months later:

We finally arrived at our flat at nine p.m. We had taken a cab, as we still had no idea how to use the underground yet.

We stumbled up the steps into our new home, and promptly went to bed. Our furniture had already been set up, courtesy of Lizzie's boss.

We had both agreed to get part time jobs to help pay for everything. I had some money saved up, but not enough to live off for long.

Lizzie had spoken to a counselor at the university and had gotten a paid internship with BBC radio 2.

I, however, had decided to wait till the last minute. By the time I had gotten around to speaking to the counselor, all the desirable  positions were already filled.

I however did manage to get a job at a coffee shop a few blocks from our house. The pay was okay, and I got a free coffee on the days I worked.

We had finally done it. Our dreams of moving to London and starting our lives had finally been achieved. I had no idea what I actually wanted to do with my life yet, but I had a while to decide.

There were three things that I knew I wanted to do, though.

I wanted to get my degree.

I wanted to continue my growing internet blog.

And I wanted to have as much fun as possible.

A/n:

Sorry, no Dan yet. But he will appear soon. Within a chapter or two. Probably next chapter.

Thanks for reading, have a nice day. Or not. It's up to you, I suppose.

Hal out. Peace.