A Zoella Fan Fiction I wrote when I was 12 Years Old (unedited)

This is a chapter from a fan fiction about Zoe Sugg and Caspar Lee that I made when I was 12 years old. In my British youtuber multiverse, Alfie Deyes is rotting in the depths of hell.

I wake up around noon with a small pounding in my head. Nothing huge, but just big enough to be noticeable. I drag myself over to the kitchen only to find a shirtless, hungover South African, making pancakes and my brother setting the table.

“Obviously you guys weren’t too drunk last night. The buzz must’ve done something to your heads, you’re being such gentlemen!” I exclaim, surprised. I walk to the table and Caspar runs over to the table to pull out my chair and I feel his body warmth close to me, giving me chills. For a good thirty minutes we chat until I look at my phone and realize in an hour I have to go to a meeting with my book publisher. I bolt up from my seat and practically STRIP in front of the two boys while running to the shower and screaming “IM GONNA BE LATE!!!”

I soon get changed into my coral Boohoo dress and Mary Janes and race to the living room, hug and kiss Joe goodbye, while Caspar stays behind with me. I stare into his deep green blue eyes by the door and say,

“How are you?” Quite casually in my opinion.

“Pretty good.” He answers, but only a second before he presses his lips against mine at full force and my eyebrows fly up in surprise as he grabs my waist and I run my fingers through his sandy blonde hair. Soon after that, I release and barely whisper

“We’ll speak about this later.”

Additional notes:

-Zoella didn’t tell anyone she used a ghostwriter for her book.

-In the chapter following this one, I make Troye Sivan my GBF.

-None of this is true, and I wish nothing but the best for Zoe Sugg and her child Ottilie. Just found out her name means “prosperous in battle” in German.