Your eyes open sleepily. Your face curls into a smile. It's your eighteenth birthday. For as long as you can remember, you've wanted to live in London. From the picturesque views, to the dazzling shops, London had always been the place for her. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that Dan and Phil lived there...maybe.

Okay it is! You idolised them since a young age, and you love them. You have your own YouTube account, and your inspiration comes from then. They were always your idols.

You jump out if your bed, tying your (colour dressing gown) dressing gown around your waist. You stumble excitedly out if your room and onto the landing. The smell of pancakes and maple syrup drift up the stairs, pulling you down in a hungry haze. Your feet lead yuh downstairs, and as you reach the bottom, your mom/dad engulfs you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Happy birthday Y/N!" They squeal.

"Thanks mom/dad!" You say, walking to the table and sitting down. Your too nervous to eat. You have to know!

"Well?" You ask.

"I manage to pull it off! It's a nice flat, and I just know you'll love it!" They say. You scream in happiness and giddiness, and fly into their arms.

"I'm gonna miss you though, you know that right?" They say quietly, and you can tell they're crying.

"I'll miss you too." You say, crying too.

"Come on, the train leaves in half an hour." They giggle. You mentally scream and fly back up the stairs.

"I sent some of your stuff already, I'll send the rest when you've settled in." They tell to you. You release a sigh of relief, and get dressed into (pick an outfit). You walk back down the stairs, and you meet your mom/dad at the bottom.

"Here's your key, and here are your tickets," They say, handing you them,
"You can walk to the station, can't you?" It's only a few minutes away."

"Okay." You whisper, flying into their arms again. You whisper goodbye to each other, and you walk out the door.

You sprint to the station, out of pure excitement, and arrive their in a minute. You hop in the train, after going through the gates, and sit in a plushy, red seat. You lay your head neck against the headrest, and start to relax. The nerves begin to deplete as you play (your favourite song) in your headphones.

~3 hours later~

The train gently jolts to a halt. You walk happily to the door, and stroll onto the platform. You exit the station, and find your new flat is next door but ten to the station. You arrive in front of a red brick flat, next to a strangely familiar house. You put your key into the hole.

"Here goes"