In The Stars - (PewDieCry)

-Chapter 36-

[pewdie's p.o.v.]

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"What's wrong with him?" I ask Red nervously, running a hand through my hair. She sighs, rocking back and forth on the chair. "Like, seriously? Again? What did I do this time?" Red grabs my wrist to keep me from pacing again.

"Stop." She looks me in the eye. "I have the answer." Red lets go and leans back with a sigh.

"Well?"

"You all are idiots." She gets up and opens the fridge to get more food. Even though we just ate. "There is such thing as a stable relationship? Have you ever heard of them?"

"You're a complete bitch," I say, only half joking. "Should I go upstairs after him? I mean, what if he doesn't want to see me. What if I'm the problem. What if-"

"Woah, what if you stopped saying... what if?" Red pulls out some cold pizza and starts eating it, not even bothering to warm it up. Ew. "Just go after him. Tell Cry about Nate or something! That should make him feel better."

"Yeah, okay, that's a good idea. Spoon is going to be pissed, but eh." Red hands me a piece of pizza and ushers me up the stairs.

"Go make me proud, lil' buddy."

"I'm not that shor-"

"LEAVE MY PRESENCE PHEASANT." I run upstairs to avoid the wrath of an angry red. The three hallways, like usual, look weird and kind of ominous. They really do creep me out. I feel like I have to make a decision whenever I walk up here. Not Nate's room, that's for sure. Amy's or his own? Probably...? A crash and a shout comes from Amy's room.

Yeah, he's definitely there.

I walk down the hallway (damn this one is really the creepiest) and push open the already cracked door. He's angrily stomping on an already broken picture frame. I don't say anything, instead I grab his arm and hold him back. Cry's hands are shaking and I wonder if he's about to scream or burst into tears. Both most likely.

"It's going to be okay," I say, wrapping my arms around him from the back. He leans back into me with a shuddering sigh. My hands find his heart. The heart that somehow I won.

"I don't know." He turns around in my arms after a moment but lets my hand stay on his chest. "I don't really know anymore. I don't know what I'm doing with life. There's nothing that I really want from it except being with you. Which seems to be the only damn thing that I can't have." His eyes slit and start to pool up.

"What did my dad say to you?" I ask gently, brushing back his hair. Anger is hard to keep out of my tone. My dad is an asshole and he doesn't deserve to talk to Cry or myself after what he did to Nate.

"He..." Cry bites his lip, and stops speaking. "I don't want to say."

"We talked about the mother fucking secrets, did we not?" He looks away, not meeting my eyes. "Cry, please."

"Your dad threatened to kill Nate unless we leave each other alone. He won't get anymore care or-" I burst out laughing. Cry takes a step away and looks at me weirdly. "I, what?"

"This. Is. Fucking. Great." I throw my arms around him. "Nate is going to wake up in a few days no matter what. Your dad must not know that! Holy fuckity fucking fuck, we are going to win for once."

"Wait, Nate is going to wake up?" I wipe away Cry's tears and nod. "Holy shit." Is all he has to say. Two words express his disbelief, his happiness, his excitement. It's all he has to say for me to know.

"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes." Cry stands so still for a moment, his eyes half closed, expression clear, hands at his side... I wonder for a split second if he is even alive. But then he reaches out for me blindly, his eyes not even half open yet, and hugs me so hard that all the breath is knocked out of me. And it's the best feeling in the whole fucking world, to know that he has some hope.

"How long until he wakes up?" He sounds breathless. "How long, Felix? How long?"

"Two days." He lets out a strained laugh, sounding chocked and relieved at the same time. "Is that enough? How long do you have to break up with me?"

"More than enough, Mr. Kjellberg." He sweeps me up into his arms, touching our noses together. I close my eyes when he kisses me. It feels so genuinely happy and sweet. It takes all my breath away, even more so than his hug. "I have four days. Two extra days if it doesn't work out." We rest our foreheads together for a few minutes. His eyes are closed, mine are open. I watch as he starts to fall asleep against me.

The damn most beautiful thing I'll ever see- the person I am in love with drift off into sleep.

"We're going to win, right?" I place my head on his chest with a sigh, randomly realizing how tall he is now.

"I can't really tell you yes or no, Cry, but I think we will." He rocks us back and forth. "I'm glad he's waking up. Minx has been looking after him for a while."

"I wasn't there to protect him, you know? That's why I never visited him. I was ashamed, almost, to see him again..." Cry pulls away. "I don't know. I'm still really... feeling sorry."

"It's not your fault. It's my dad's." Cry sighs but nods as well. "He's not going to be mad. You're the one person he really, really, really cares about. That has been there his whole life."

"Forgiveness goes two ways." Red calls us from downstairs but we ignore her.

"What do you mean?" I say, tipping my head to the side questioningly.

"I don't forgive myself yet." Cry hesitates and doesn't know what to say. "So how can he?"

And I won't say it, but I know for a fact that Nate won't blame him for anything. Considering everything that has happened, I'm sure that he will just be glad to be awake.

But what about Minx?

What if he doesn't wake up in time?

What if we're wrong?