Your POV

I awake to the sweet sound of F/S (favourite song) playing from my phone and groan. I turn my alarm off and check my phone

Hmmm, lots of notifications, as usual. Text from JJ, text from Simon. Video reminder, 12:30 pm- OH SHIT!

I jump out of bed, almost face planting, and run to my closet. I pull out a bunch of clothes and run into the bathroom.

~Time skippy~

"Sup, dorks? As you should know, I've moved to London! Yay! I don't have to use Youtube situations as an excuse to see most my friends anymore!" I do a stupid little dance. "Anyway, I thought I might as well do a house tour today, so lets go." I start walking through the house, explaining everything to everyone.

"Quick fun fact from miniminter, or Simon, this flat used to be occupied by Joe Sugg and Caspar Lee! And I will be honest, I had absolutely no idea who they were before Si told me. You can tell I'm a great friend to all of those in the Youtube community."

I chat for a little longer before deciding to end the video.

"That is all for this video today. Subscribe if you want to see more of my horrible face, which surprisingly 6,472,937 people actually want to, like this video if you liked it and say something nice, horrible or weird in the comments, 'cause I like reading what you guys have to say. See ya, losers!"

I turn the camera off and go to my computer to edit the video.

~Time skip~

I hang upside down off my bed, making weird sounds. I have no idea how long I've been like this for. Suddenly, I start singing.

"I'm so boredy, bored, bored. Someone help me now! I'M BORED~!" The unpleasant screech (which is my singing voice) turns into a loud scream. The neighbours are probably questioning my sanity right now.

It's been ages since I've edited my video and pressed 'upload' and it's still uploading, which is a bad thing because normally at this time I reply to comments with smart arse replies.

I think of all the things I can do, when one name pops into my mind.

Joe Sugg.

"Hmmm... maybe just one video?" I grab my laptop and pull out my phone. As I log onto my laptop, I go through my contacts until I find Si ;). I tap on it and send a quick message.

Y/N: What's Joe's Youtube name?

Si ;) : You couldn't have just googled it?

Y/N: Nope.

Si ;) : ThatcherJoe.

Y/N: K, thanks babe ;).

Si ;) : Never say that again.

I laugh and turn my phone off. Now that my laptop has done all it's starting up shit, I go onto YouTube and type in ThatcherJoe.

I click the first video I see and immediately become hooked.

~Time skip~

It's been hours since I watched the first video. My own video was uploaded ages ago. I should be reading the comments and seeing what my fans think of it, but I can't get my eyes off my laptop screen.

'Arghhhh!' the sound of the Screaming Goat (I'm that childish) comes from my phone. Finally, something other than the ding of Twitter notifications.

I pick up my phone and check who it's from. Si ;). I open the message.

Si ;) : Y/N, are you alive? People are waiting for you to respond to comments.

Y/N: YOU NEVER TOLD ME JOE WAS SO SEXY!

Si ;) : Guessing you liked his videos ;).

Y/N: Duh. Give me his address, I need to ask him a VERY important question.

Si ;) : Let me guess, it's, "marry me?"

Y/N: Hmmm, I was gonna ask, "will you be the father of my children?" but I guess I could ask him that too.

Si ;) : You're an idiot XD.

Y/N: Yep. Bye bye.

I put my phone down and open a new tab on my laptop.

Might as well get all this shit sorted out.

Already, the video has 4.5 million views and about 3 million likes. I scroll down to the comments. Some of them are just things about how I make them smile, how it's great I live in London and a few hilarious hate comments here and there.

The rest of them are all about Joe and Caspar. Mostly Joe. From how it's awesome that I live in their old place to Joe or Caspar and I being someone's OTP. I laugh and reply to some of the comments. There's also a lot asking for a collab, which I only reply with, 'maybe.'

How awesome would it be to collab with them? Seeing as they're in Australia at the moment, I need to ask them when they get back. I grab a sticky note and pen and write a message for myself on it, then put it somewhere I'll always see it. The fridge.

Reminder: Ask South African hottie and Sexy Sugg for collab when back from down under.

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