Title: Waiting for Tadhana
Pairing: Dan x reader
Word Count: 1,112
Prompt: From the very first moment Dan sees you, he is enthralled. If only timing was better and he could actually meet you.
Hello lovelies! “Tadhana” means destiny in Filipino. Idk I just love the idea of adding Filipino words in fanfics and this word spoke to me. I wanted to work on a story involving terrible timing (heaven knows that’s what defines my lack of a love life). This is the result. Enjoy!
She captivates Dan like the first firework that appears in a night sky.
Across the field of a park, a pair of brown eyes lock on a (H/C) girl. His heart skips a beat. Never in his life has he ever looked at a girl that brings an effect quite like this. The warmth creeps deeper into his bones. His body is attuned to the beauty standing feet away from him.
She’s alone, and his instincts tempt him to approach her. Who is this girl that’s sending his emotions in a frenzy?
He finds his feet dragging itself toward her, a water molecule trying to find another molecule to bond with. Just as he’s within a few feet away from the mysterious beauty, she’s joined by another girl.
He pauses. There goes his plan to approach her. He retreats, ducking behind a tree.
He curses to himself. If he’s going to talk to her, he didn’t wish to do it with her friend as a witness.
Disappointed, he watches as his mystery beauty stands up and walks away with her friend. It elicits another curse word from him. He wants to follow them, but that would be creepy and he didn’t want to make a bad first impression.
He sighs. He doubts he’ll see her again.
But he does. Three hours later.
Dan walks out a video game store, holding a paper bag with the newest release of Halo. He’s on his way back to the flat when he spots her across the street.
It’s her. The (H/C) girl from earlier. She’s still with her friend.
Standing at an intersection, he waits impatiently for the stoplight to turn green. His eyes follow her, his heart racing faster against his chest the farther she walks away.
The light turns green. He’s tempted to be like a bull and stampede through the crowd to reach her.
He loses her in the busy London crowd. Once he’s on the other side of the road, he can no longer see her or her friend.
This day keeps getting better and better.
He turns a corner. He leans his head against a pole.
Great. Just fucking great.
Hope isn’t lost. The third time Dan sees her, he’s certain fate is messing with him.
“I’ll see you next time.” With a smile, he turns off the camera. When he got home from the video game store, he decided to film a video to distract him from his thoughts. He needed something to help him take his mind off of her.
He moves to the window. He looks out the glass pane.
He nearly faints at what he sees.
It’s her. Again. He can see her face from here. She’s alone, sitting on a bench, reading a book.
He turns around and takes deeps breaths. Three times already. This has never happened to him before. Why is this girl turning him into a complete mess? Why is it that, within the same day, he keeps seeing the same girl over and over?
“It’s just a girl,” he mumbles. “Go talk to her, Dan. Maybe if you talk to her, you’ll stop feeling like your life is like the guy in a shojo anime that acts like a lost puppy around his crush.”
This is progressing too fast. He’s investing his interest in a girl who hasn’t even made eye contact with him yet.
He turns back around. He could probably go downstairs and meet her.
He looks to the place where he saw her.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
He doesn’t have high expectations by the time night falls. He had three chances to introduce himself to her. He failed at each and every one of them. He wouldn’t blame fate if there won’t be a fourth chance.
He steps outside into the cold London night. The street lamps cast a light glow along the neighborhood. The image of her hasn’t left his mind. Perhaps a little walk will help him clear his thoughts.
Phone in hand, he checks his texts. Three texts. He responds back to them.
He starts walking. He logs on to Facebook and checks his news feed.
He’s focused on his screen that he’s taken by surprise by the feeling of a body bumping into him.
“Sorry!” a female voice apologizes.
He glances away at his phone. He’s about to apologize back when the words are trapped on his lips.
“I didn’t see you there,“ the girl says. There’s a slight red in her cheeks. “I better get going. Have a good night.”
He’s still frozen when she walks away. He has to pinch himself to bring him back to reality.
“Wait!” he calls out.
She turns around. He puts his phone away and catches up to her.
“I’m sorry too. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing out late?”
She gives him a sheepish look. “My friend had a fight with her boyfriend. I was on my way to her house to talk to her about it.”
“Ah.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Dan.”
“I know.” Her blush deepens. “I watch your YouTube videos. I’m a big fan. Phil too.”
“Thank you. I’m surprised you aren’t fangirling.”
“I am. On the inside.” She smiles. “I’m (Y/N).”
“(Y/N).” He finally has a name for the girl that he couldn’t get out of his head. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Maybe fate was messing with him for a reason. If this was fate’s way of leading him to meet (Y/N), then he forgives fate for the missed chances.
The time wasn’t right. This moment right here is.
“I have to go, or else (one of your friends’ names) will start to worry.”
“Right. Can I get your number at least?”
The two exchange phone numbers. In his mind, he’s doing an internal happy dance. After today, he won’t have to rely on chance encounters to run into her.
“See you later, Dan,” she tells him when they hand their phones back to each other.
“I’ll text you when I get back to my flat.”
“Alright.” She holds out her hand. “I left you hanging.”
He chuckles. “Oh right.”
They shake hands. Her touch calms him down.
They say that when you meet someone three times within twenty-four hours, you are 98% likely to meet them again. Boy, was that 98% part spot on.
He wonders what (Y/N) will think if he tells her about those three times. Her reaction would be priceless.
But that will be another day.
There’s a 100% chance he’ll see her next time.
This was a little story inspired by The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith. If you’ve never read the book, I highly recommend checking it out! Oliver reminded me so much of Dan (he’s British and he and Hadley, the main character, were going to England in the story). While I read it, I pictured it as an AU Dan x reader story.
The concept of the story came from the last page of the book, so this is why I want you to read the book so you get what I mean. Repetitive encounters is one of my favorite kinds of love stories.
Until next time.