Hello! This is my very first official fanfiction and if you're reading this then I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. It may be (probably is) quite shabby in some places so this is a bit of a "please forgive any mistakes" before-hand, just in case. I hope you enjoy this, and I'll be posting new chapters as often as I can.

Thank you x

Chapter 1

Scenery whizzed past at an alarming speed, the train being pulled closer to King Cross Station with every passing second. I had boarded this train 3 hours ago with the main objective of arriving at London in time for the annual Summer In The City event held at Alexandra Palace. The majority of the journey was spent in an attempt to make it appear less dull than it actually was, and this was achieved by constant conversation with the three friends accompanying me – Beth, Louisa and Sarah. The four of us were all avid fans and followers of too many YouTubers to name, in particular a group of young men aptly named, "The Fantastic Four", as that is what they were. Fantastic.

"Emily! We're almost there! Do you want me to grab your bag for you?" Beth enquired, abruptly pulling me from whatever trance I had gotten myself stuck into. She was only asking this as I was considered the shortest of the group. Well, 'considered', I was definitely the shortest out of my group of friends, and trying to reach things that were high up was most certainly attempted with great difficulty and being 18 – a legal adult! - this was quite embarrassing. Without question, I often didn't succeed.

"Yeah, sure," I responded, before adding, "..If you don't mind, of course." My manners were somewhat precious to me. You know, being English and all.

Beth grabbed my bag from the overhead compartment above our table, and passed it to me. Each of us hadn't brought much with us, for we were only planning on spending the day rather than the weekend as the hotels nearby were too expensive for us to consider. It was disappointing in a sense, but as long as I got to meet Dan, Phil, Chris and PJ I'm sure I'd recover from that loss.

It didn't seem like a long period of time at all before we had left Kings Cross Station and were boarding a bus that would take us directly to the event. Once sat down on the bus we got down to talking about some serious business.

"I think if I got to hug Phil I'd cry for 3 days straight and be emotionally troubled for about 7 months afterwards," Louisa admitted, her eyes filled with a loved up yet forlorn expression.

"But can you imagine hugging Dan?" Sarah interjected

"It'd nowhere near as good as hugging Chris. I bet he smells great. He looks like he smells great. Can somebody even look like they smell great? Because he sure does" Beth joined in.

"I don't think I really mind about hugging or touching PJ, as long as I'm able to look into his eyes. Even a second would be perfect." I expressed. There was a small fib in what I'd just said. A pretty obvious one too, but they didn't call me out on it. The conversation continued this way, swooning over the famous internet addicts, until we'd arrived where we needed to be.

It wasn't very hard to find the Palace, after all it was an incredibly large building that dominated the landscape atop a grassy hill. Upon reaching the Palace, we were all huffing and wheezing from the short walk up the hill. Bloody hell, we were unfit.

"Do you think we're here on time? We're not late? Or too early?" quizzed Sarah, the panic in her tone evident.

"By the look of the people around us, I'd say we're fine" I assured her.

And I was right. There were crowds of people already outside, mulling about, chatting, the excitement in their expression and voices unmistakable. The majority of people in attendance were young, between early teens and late twenties, with me and my friends, all being 18, falling right into the middle of that category.

"Shall we start then?!" Beth asked, tugging at my arm to try and drag me into the busy crowds of people.

Smiling widely at her, I responded with, "Ready when you are."