I start my walk back to the hotel, still smiling from ear to ear after the game we played. I, of course won. Because - well, he used to always suck at basketball. And now that I've grown, I've gotten better.

I walk into the building then go to the elevator and go to the third floor before walking down the hall and knocking on the hotel room door.

A few seconds later, Dan opens it a crack before pulling it open.

"I take it that by the amount of time you were gone, you met up with him again?" He asks, going to the kitchen with me following.

"Yup," I say smiling.

"That's great to hear. Wash up. Dinner's almost ready," Dan says and calls the other two guys into the kitchen.

"Hey, Alex, how'd it go?" Jared asks as he sits across from me.

"Great!" I say, smiling. "I met up with Jason again and played a bit of basketball with him. He's exactly how I remember him," I say and laugh a bit.

"That's nice to hear," he says, smiling and watching as Dan places a plate with pancakes, eggs and bacon in front of us. He knows I love having breakfast for dinner.

"Thanks, Dan," I say, smiling.

"Of course," he says and looks over at Phil who then nods a bit, making me arch an eyebrow.

"We have something to tell you, that I know you'll be excited about." Dan says, smiling.

"What is it?" I ask as I cut into my pancakes that now have syrup drizzled over them.

"Phil and I have decided that we're going to schedule your surgery for before we leave."

"What -?!" I shout, my heart jumping. "Are you serious?!" I ask, practically shouting as I become a little emotional.

Phil laughs and smiles. "Of course! We figured that as long as you've been with us, you've been waiting long enough."

"Oh my god-" I stand up and hug them both in one hug, holding them tightly and squeezing my eyes shut, preventing the tears.

Only a couple of days later, we're going in for the surgery.

I pull my binder off and stare at myself before slipping a shirt on and sighing then smiling.

Well, here goes nothing.

I walk out to the car where everyone is walking, and although I'm not wearing my binder, I could care less.

"You excited?" Phil asks as Dan pulls out of the hotel parking lot.

"Yeah," I say, practically bouncing in my seat with excitement.

The next couple of hours of waiting seemed to have flown by. Before I knew it, the doctor came in, I was put under and about four hours later, I'm awake again. High and loopy from the drugs they gave me, but awake.

And only a couple hours after that, we're back at the hotel, and I'm laying in bed, on my back, because any other position is sore. But through all the soreness, I'm happy.

A couple months later and we're back in the UK, I'm almost completely healed up, and Christmas is coming up fast.

"Dannnn!" I whine while jogging to his room.

"Whaaaat?" Dan replies, whining back, smiling when I show up in his doorway.

"Can I be in one of your videos? Please?" I ask, knowing that he's about to do a storytime on how he met me.

Dan turns his head away from me slightly. "You know, you're going to get some hate out of that, right?" He asks.

I smile and roll my eyes. "I get enough hate on my instagram for being gay and trans. I'm sure I can deal with the YouTube comments."

Dan sighs and finishes setting up the camera. "Alright, but do not tell anyone that Phil and I are a thing." Dan says, arching an eyebrow.

I smile a bit. "I think I know better than to leak out your guys' secret. I'm not that stupid," I say and sit at the foot of his bed.

"I know you're not," Dan says, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Shut up and start the video," I laugh and Dan starts the video right after.

"Hello, internet!" Dan starts off, sending chills down my spine as he continues talking. I've heard that intro thousands of times before, but I'm never going to get over my obsession with this British boy, his boyfriend, and my best friend that I have developed very.. Very strong feelings for.

"And this, who I am introducing to you now, is Alex!" Dan says, presenting me.

"Hello!" I say, my playful British accent chiming as I wave, smiling widely.

"So, when Phil, Jared and I visited LA, we got in a little accident," Dan says, leaving out the part that I was hit by a car, "and Alex here was part of it."

I look over at Dan, who's looking at me, expecting me to take over.

"I'm going to put it out bluntly - I was hit. By Jared's car. But hey, I'm fine. Just a few scrapes and bruises and I'm fine." I say, smiling. "I'm also trans. Female to male. My biological name is Alexandria, but my trans name, as Dan introduced me as, is Alex." I say and look over at him, seeing that he's smiling in approval.

"Alex here, had no family. He lived in an adoption center," I breathe out in relief. He didn't call it an orphanage. "He'd been adopted multiple times before, but every time they found out he was trans, they brought him back. It was a living nightmare for him."

I nod a bit. "I also just so happen to be gay. I like boys," I say and smile a bit. "Dan and Phil decided to bring me in. Give me a home, where I'd be accepted and treated kindly. Which is exactly what's happened - they've been nothing but nice to me and, I couldn't ask for more." I say and smile over at Dan.

"Neither could we," Dan says and scruffs up my hair playfully, making me lean away and shout in surprise as I fall off the bed, Dan laughing his ass off in return.

I start laughing as well, even though my body is at a 90 degree angle, my butt pressed against the bottom of the bed, my back on the floor, and my legs straight up against the bed.

My life living here has been nothing but amazing. And I only have Dan, Phil and Jared to thank for it.