The train pulled into the station. You waited for a few minutes until other people got off first. You grabbed your (f/c) bags and got off the train. You wandered around for a while just looking at all the different shops until one caught your eye. It was a Harry Potter shop. Platform 9 3/4 was set in kings cross station. No wonder they had a souvenir shop. You were a huge Harry Potter nerd so you ran over with your bags in your hands and began to look around.

You came out of the shop 12 minutes later with your new Harry Potter keyring and Hufflepuff scarf. You wrapped the scarf around your neck and headed to Starbucks for lunch.

After you had finished lunch you walked outside and called for a taxi. You loved the London taxis. You wished you had them back home. After 10 minutes a taxi stopped for you to get in. The driver seemed nice enough. He was middle aged and had dark brown hair and green eyes. You told the driver your new address and you set off. On the way the driver made small talk asking you how your day was and where you were from as you didn't have a London accent.  20 minutes later and you arrived at your new flat. You paid the driver £20. He was sweet and offered to help you with your bags but you refused.

You looked up at your new flat. It didn't look that bad. It was a greyish-brown colour and had quite a few windows covering the front of the building. There were a few plants outside the door which made the place look more welcoming. You grabbed your bags and went inside. You looked through your backpack searching for a piece of paper which had the floor and flat number on it. Floor 4. "Great" You muttered to yourself as you picked up your backpack and suitcase.

You dragged your suitcase up the stairs and had to stop when you were half way there to catch your breath. You were so unfit even if you didn't look it. You rested while you looked around. This place looked really familiar but you weren't quite sure why. You didn't think anything else of it and began walking up the stairs again. You heard someone running down the stairs but you thought they would just go around you. The person bumped into you making you fall down a few steps but before you fall down anymore the person grabbed your hand pulling you forward. This person was wearing black skinny jeans and a Pokémon shirt. You looked up to find a tall man with black hair that had been straightened to the side and blue eyes looking down at you. He was speaking to you but you zoned out before you heard him. This man was non other than one of your favourite youtubers; Phil Lester.
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(A/N: Hi again. I'm just making this up as I go along but so far so good. Hope you're liking it. You can tell me how to improve it as this is my first fan fic. Okay bye x c: )