It has now been a month since i moved to London and my life couldn't be any better. I'd started Uni and i found the course to be so much more interesting than i thought it would be. I had made one or two friends on my course but hadn't really hung out with them out of Uni. I'd been hanging out with Dan and Phil most nights, either watching a load of films or playing games. Dan even let me watch him and Phil film their next video which was a dream come true. I'd worried about living on my own before i'd moved but it doesn't feel like i'm on own with the boys always around.
It was a Friday night and i was going to go to the boys but at the minute Phil cancelled saying that they were going to go out with their YouTube friends instead. I said that i didn't mind but inside i was gutted, i was going to show the boys how good my favorite film, Sliver Linings Playbook, was. Instead i watched a couple of T.V. shows but i didn't really pay any attention to. I called it a night at half ten, realising how tired i was after a full on week of Uni. I got in to bed and turned off the lights and fell asleep straight away.
I woke up in the pitch black and looked at my phone to see that it was half two in the morning. I groaned and heard a noise that sounded close. It could have been the boys coming home, or someone coming in to another flat but something inside me knew that it was coming from my apartment. I sit up straight and heard another noise, yes it defiantly was in my flat. My heart started beating like a psycho running up the stairs. I felt like crying but i knew that, that wasn't going to solve anything. I swung my legs out of the bed and stood up, ready to make my move. I saw a shadow by my bedroom door, it hovered and in my head i kept repeating, "Don't come in here, don't come in here, don't come in here." The shadow moved away and i allowed myself to breathe out. Then i grabbed my phone and ran out of my room, out of the front door and up the stairs, still in my pajamas and barefoot. I know that i probably made a massive mistake leaving the burglar in my flat alone but i was so scared. I hammered on their door, looking behind my shoulder in case he followed me. I have to knock a few times before Dan opens it, Phil standing behind. Both look very tired and confused, in their pajamas and their hair messy. "Amy, what's happened?" Dan asks, looking concerned. "Theres..a burglar in...my flat...i ran out." I pant, tired from sprinting up the stairs. The boys turn to each other and share a look. "Ok, Phil you call the police. I'll go down there." Dan orders. "No, Dan don't go in alone, he could be armed." Phil warns. So we all go down, Dan and Phil both holding a frying pan and me following behind them. "Ok, go quietly." Dan whispers as we walk in to dark room. I hear nothing, and Phil turns on the light. They both go and search all the room while i stand and look at mess he has left in my living room. My T.V. is lying face down on the floor, my DVDs are scattered across the floor, my sofa cushions are thrown about and my bag that was on the tabel has been ransacked. "Ok, i think that he's gone." Dan says, lowering his pan. I walk to my room and find my drawers tipped upside down, the contents thrown around my bed. I fall to the floor, and pick up one of my knickers and start sobbing. "Oh Amy, it's alright. He's gone now." Dan comforts me, putting his arms round my shoulders. Phil walks in and bends down next to me, "Amy i phoned the police and they're on the way over." I laugh and the boys look at each other, confused. I think about how this scene looks right now, me on the floor surrounded by knickers and the boys both holding frying pans. Dan hugs me and i feel safe and i never want him to let me go.