"Chris, just show me! You're making me nervous!" I said as I looked at him. He said it was something about a picture...? What picture? I haven't kissed or groped anyone in public, so what is it?

Chris just looked at me and sighed. "A lot happened, Y/n, and I don't think I should tell you before you see it with your own eyes. It's been chaos on twitter. Oh, here we are."

I looked at the building. Oscar's hotel. "Reminds me of that sketch you did with Pj," I said while walking in, Chris following behind me.

"Actually, it was inspired by this hotel, don't tell anyone. We don't want to get a copyright strike, obviously."

We reached out hotel room and Chris took his card out, dragging it over the handle at the censor. A green light flashed as he opened the door.

Those details were unnecessary, but I like describing, so whatever.

We walked in and I lied down on my bed. "Can you give me my phone, now?" I asked him, a pleading look on my face.

"Here," he said as he threw the phone on my face and it opened, as the battery flung itself right into my mouth and I swallowed it, dying from the chemicals. Nah, I'm just kidding. I caught the phone mid air- no, that doesn't sound right... He threw the phone in front of me on the bed and I picked it up, unlocking it and opening twitter. That's better.

A picture of me running away from fans was on the first page as an ad from an article. "Famous youtuber runs away from fans." All types of comments were written below.

"She hates her fans so much that she doesn't even want to meet them?" I read out loud. "Yup," Chris said, as I opened the article.  Proofreading, I understood that this was all friking bullshit, I'm going to fucking kill those-

"Hey, chill, you already know that they're always lying in those," Chris said, patting my back.

"This is some next level shit. "She doesn't even have stage fright, she just wanted a reason for her cowardness"? Who writes this shit?!" I said, dropping my phone next to me on the bed.

I sighed and crossed my arms. "How do people have the heart to write these?!" I asked nobody in particular. Chris sat next to me and opened his arms as I hugged him. He grabbed my phone while side hugging me and said "Did you see the comments below? They're full of your fans' support. I don't think you'll need to worry much."

"I'm scared Chris, about the show and everything. You know I don't cope well with attention, I don't think I can do this." I said, looking at him. "I'll be with you every step of the way, you can do this. We all believe in you, Dan and Phil, Hannah, Pj, your fans..." He said, rubbing my shoulder. "You can do this."

And he was right. Because with support from your friends, your family... You can conquer all your fears.

And create some new ones.

End of chapter 10.