This is a little Daniel imagine for you all. I got this idea at piano, actually (yes, I play, believe it or not), so my brain was split into two parts. One was concentrating on the notes and the other half was busy developing the storyline lol

Key:
         Y/HC - your hair color
         Y/FN - your friend's name

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"Hey guys!" your roommate said, starting out her live stream. She was famous on YouNow, but you preferred to stay out of her way. In the next room, you softly played the piano. As the sound of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony filled your ears, you were whisked off to a better place. You loved playing the piano; it was so relaxing. Your fingers automatically played the correct keys, with the perfect amount of pressure on the black and white keys.

You didn't know it, but thousands of miles away, in London, someone else was playing the Symphony. Your hands moved in exact synchronization, the same notes being hit at the same time. A man known as Phil Lester was watching your friend's live stream. He said into the chat, "Can anyone else hear the piano in the background?" Soon, he was spammed with replies, everyone saying they could. Your friend took notice, and answered everyone's question. "That's my roommate, Y/N, playing the piano. She's been playing since she was three," she said.

Your friend took her live stream with her to the piano room, and quietly opened the door. You were in your own world, and didn't hear the door opening. The Symphony was reaching your favorite part; your hands quivered with anticipation as they prepared to play the dramatic notes. "Wow, she's amazing!" everyone was saying into the chat. Finally, you noticed your friend's presence. Bright red, you turned around, still playing the Symphony in your head. "How long have you been there?" you asked. "Keep going! Everyone loves you," your friend replied excitedly.

You reluctantly turned back around, and began to play once more. Since you were playing it in your head, you started off when you left off. Back in London, Phil had an idea. "Dan!" Phil called through his apartment. His roommate, Dan Howell, stopped playing the piano and went to his friend's side. "Yes, Phil?" he said, slightly annoyed. He wanted to keep playing. "Listen!" Phil cried, and Dan quieted. Faintly, he could hear you playing. You were at the exact same spot he was in his head. Daniel was like you; whenever you were forced to stop playing, you continued in your head.

Intrigued, Dan rushed to view the screen beside Phil. He could see your Y/HC hair falling in waves down your back (if your hair is short, ignore that part), and watched in awe as your hands glided across the black and white keys with ease. "What's her name?" he asked Phil. "Y/N," Phil replied, watching his friend carefully. Later, after the live stream, Phil contacted your friend. "Hi, I don't want to sound like a creep, but my name is Phil Lester. My friend Dan would like to talk to your friend; he also plays the piano. Could you maybe give me her Twitter?" he said. Excited that a specimen of the male species was interested in you, she told Phil.

This next part is yours and Dan's Twitter conversation. It's private messaging, btw. D is Daniel, and Y is you.

D: Hi. My name is Daniel, and earlier I was watching your friend's live stream. I wanted to tell you that I think you're really good at playing the piano, and I play as well. God, I sound like a creep, don't I?

Y: Not really. I just have one question for you.

D: What is it?

Y: How the heck did you get my Twitter?

D: oh, that. Well, my roommate Phil contacted your friend, and she gave me your Twitter.

Y: I'm going to kill Y/FN...

D: sorry

Y: no, it's fine, you're here now. What did you want to talk to me about?

The two of you talked for a long time until you were finally able to meet in person. You hit it off immediately. Several months later, you and your friend decide to move to London so you can be closer to Dan.

As you snuggled on the couch with Dan, you looked up into his chocolate brown eyes and kissed him gently. Resting your head back on his chest, you murmur, "Thank you, Beethoven."