You look around for your idol, your inspiration, Phil Lester. Many of these years before had been disastrous as you were kind of an annoying child. You let that go though. As you get off the train, you seek a tall man with black hair... but you cannot see him. Was this something you imagined, just a little lie to keep your life going for a little longer. What if Phil had no idea you existed and this was your imagination. You sigh as you take out your sharpie, and doodle some cat whiskers on your hand. You think to yourself "I am so stupid, I literally thought my inspiration was going to meet me. Im such a fucking idiot."
You try to smirk to let out the sorrow, but it comes out as an underwhelming laugh, it was obviously a fake laugh. You hear a voice with a slight northern accent call your name. You recognise that voice. You knew it was in your head, you getting your hopes up.
You look around and see a tall man run towards you. His hair as black as night, ginger eyebrows and the best of all, those amazing blue eyes. You know those blue eyes and you can't be mistaken. It was Phil.
