Internet Friends

Chapter 1

A/N

this is my first attempt at writing anything like this,

I hope you enjoy it J

Chapter 1

'Hey kids! So, I finally made it to London and I have arrived at my hotel safe and sound!' You tweeted, your fans knew how much you hated flying alone and had been hounding you to post when you arrived safely. You had become a little bit famous on YouTube about a year ago; you had reached two million subscribers by this point and counting. Within seconds of posting you had over a thousand replies and thought you should probably respond to a few of them before getting too comfortable. You had just flown to London from Australia and were more tired than you ever thought humanly possible and you were ready to crash when your phone started ringing. It was Phil Lester; you had become quite close to him and Dan after the one million subscribers mark and had skyped with both of them almost every night for hours on end but had never actually met in person, that was part of the reason you had been willing to take the trip alone, getting to meet two people you considered two of your best friends in person for the first time was amazing and nerve wracking at the same time. You slid your thumb across your screen, answering with nothing but an inhuman grunting sound. "Y/N! Are you here! Which hotel are you at? Which room number? Can we come see you now?" Phil yelled down the phone, not giving you a chance to answer any of his questions. "We want to see you, where are you?" he said

"Jesus, Phil. Give me a sec here, I've literally only just sat down and I'm so tired it's not funny." You half muttered in response, you could feel yourself falling asleep on the phone.

"Just tell us where you are and we'll come and wake you up in a few hours and bring you back to the flat!" He sounded so genuinely excited about seeing you that you couldn't help a small giggle escaping. You gave him the hotel name and room number and told them to give you at least three hours sleep to recharge your systems before having to actually socialize with actual people. You hung up the phone and before you even had a chance to crawl under the covers you passed out in the foetal position.

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BANG! BANG! BANG!

Someone, who didn't sound particularly patient, was banging at your door. You looked at your phone and realised you had been sleeping for almost six hours, and had nine missed calls from Phil, probably thinking you had been kidnapped or something. You shot out of bed and ran to the door, unlocking it as fast as you could and swung it open to see both Dan and Phil standing there. For a second you just stood there before Dan apparently thought that running and throwing you over his shoulder was a brilliant plan. You squealed slightly telling him to put you down.

"But I can't Y/N, I'm waaaaaaaaaaay too excited to finally see you!" he giggled, dragging out the 'a'.

"Well, how about you put me down so you can actually see me and I can hug Phil!" You half yelled. He shrugged his shoulders, you knew because when he did it his shoulders dug into your stomach, and set you back on your feet. You had to crane your neck to look at them, being only 5ft4 and having both of them being well over 6ft made it hard to look them in the face at close range. You turned and wrapped your arms around Phil's neck squeezing him slightly, he returned the gesture, smiling like a two year old at Christmas.

"Y/N, why on earth are you not wearing pants?" Dan questioned. You had completely forgotten that you weren't wearing them. You quickly ran to your bag, apologizing, and pulled out your faded, grey skinny leg jeans and pulled them up, with all the complications that trying to put on skinny leg jeans brings. You managed to only fall over twice trying to get them on, Dan and Phil both laughing at you in the process. Once you had them on you brushed your teeth, applied more deodorant and brushed out you Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair and decided you looked presentable enough to leave the room. The first place you wanted to go was Starbucks, being from Western Australia, you only got Starbucks when you got to fly somewhere, which sucked big time because you absolutely loved their caramel frappes. After Starbucks, they gave you a short tour of the city, it probably would have lasted longer had the sun not set. The whole time they were showing you around you talked, not about anything in particular, just talked. The boys insisted on showing you their flat so they dragged you the rest of the way. It was pretty easy to remember the way, you thought as you reached their place. Dan practically dragged you up the steps to their door and didn't let you go the whole time he was trying, and failing, to unlock the door. Phil eventually shuffled past and did it for him, Dan still not releasing you. The whole apartment was decorated in streamers and poorly made signs stating their excitement of you being here. There was a tripod set up facing the kitchen with Phil's camera sitting on top, looking ready to film. In one of your older videos you had said that your dream was to make a baking video with them and apparently they wanted to make that dream come true. You laughed out loud, turned and swung your arms around both of their necks, squeezing them as tightly as you could, thanking them, they squeezed you back with as much enthusiasm.