The Youtuber Inn

Leaked

(Marcus's POV)
January 2, 10:10 am

After talking to Caspar, I decided that I needed to fix things aswell.

Off to Tyler's room we go.

I knocked lightly on his door, taking a large breath.

The door swung open, revealing a tired, messy haired, glasses and shirt less, Tyler Oakley.
He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"One second."

He shut the door in my face and returned in a matter of seconds, now wearing a blue T-shirt and his famous glasses.

When he realized it was me, he gave another long sigh.
"Come in."

I stepped into his room and took a seat on the small leather chair in the corner of the room.
"So, uh, Tyler, I think we need to talk about like, well I just think-"

"Have you seen Troye?"
He said, cutting me off.

I blinked.
"Uh, no, I haven't. But, I just want to apologize for yesterday, I don't know what was wrong with me I guess I just,"

"Are you sure? Jesus, Marcus, what if he got like, kidnapped or something? I never should've left him. I should've just stayed home. Marcus, I haven't seen him since we left."

I shook my head ever so slightly. All he could talk about was fucking Troye.
"Tyler, I'm trying to talk to you."

"Fuck, I have to find him."
Tyler stood up from the bed and headed for the door.

"Tyler,"
I started after him.
"Tyler, listen to me!" I shouted. He turned around.
"We need to talk."

He sighed and sat back down.

I took a deep breath.
"Ok, listen, I don't want things to be awkward between us. Yesterday, I don't know what got into me. I promise you i'm not like, into you or anything, I guess I was just like, curious, or whatever."

Tyler smirked.
"I get it."
He grabbed my cheeks with both hands, giving me a simple kiss.

"To end your suffering." He said playfully.

I smiled.

"Marcus, if you do decide that you're into me, or that you're gay, or whatever, you know you can always trust in me, right?"

He said, his eyes filled with worry and care, his hand rested on my thigh.
I nodded.
"Of course."

"Good." He said, smiling,
"Well, as long as we trust eachother, i've been meaning to tell you something,"

"Shoot." I said.

There was a pause.

"I like Troye."
Tyler said reluctantly.

I frowned. My face felt hot. My brows felt sharp. My jaw felt sore. My throat felt tight.

Tyler likes Troye.

"Cool." I choked.
What was happening to me? I am not gay, and I'm certaintly not interested in Tyler. I have a stunning girlfriend who I love.
But for some reason, I couldn't help feeling jealous.

"Don't tell anyone, ok?" He asked, looking me directly in the eyes. I nodded again and smiled.
"Of course not."

He gave me a tight hug.

"Hey, I'll try and find Tr-"

Troye walked in.

I jerked my head around to face Troye, who's hair was messy and shirt was on backwards. His mouth hung open in urgency for a moment, as if he were about to speak, but quickly changed to a simple smile when he noticed me.

"Hi Marcus." He said. I gave a small wave in reply.

There was a bit of awkward silence.

"I'll just be on my way." I said, rising from the comfy chair and heading for the door, giving Troye a small nod when I passed him.

I set for my room, hoping to find Niomi. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Connor sprinting toward Troye and Tyler's room. I stopped him.

"Connor, where are you going?" I said, my hand on his chest, stopping him from running any farther.
"I just, needed to, talk to Troye." He said, panting.

I gulped. I didn't want Connor running in and messing things up anymore than they already were. Besides, Tyler and Troye had their own business to handle. Whatever Connor had to say could wait.

"I saw him running toward the pool." I lied. Connor nodded.
"Oh. Thanks!"
He sprinted toward the pool, his phone flying out of his pocket as he ran off.

"Connor! Your phone!" I shouted, bending down and grabbing it. I turned it on, checking to make sure it wasn't broken. My eyes lit up as the lock screen appeared.

Printed as the wallpaper of Connor Franta's phone was an image of he and Troye sivan, kissing, clearly in a room of this hotel.

Holy shit.

I regret what I did next. What I did next was completely mercenary and cruel. What I did next was an invasion of privacy, and all it ended up doing was make things worse.

I unlocked Connor's password-less phone, and sent it to myself.

I sprinted after Connor, catching him in the elevator, and returned the phone. He looked at my in worry as I did so, clearly realizing what I saw.

****

I returned to my room to find a note on my bed.

"Out with the girls. Be back soon.
-Niomi"

Fuck.

I whipped out my laptop, loading the newly found evidence onto it and printing over 70 copies.

If I could spread this to Tyler, maybe even to the rest of the gang, it could break Tyler's crush.
And the time, that sounded good to me.

Time to get to work.

******

The rest of the day was pretty boring. A couple of us went to visit Grace, but it was mostly a day of filming and/or editing.

I glanced at the clock, which read 4:00 am, then at my peaceful girlfriend, who was spread out on the soft bed, fast asleep.

"Sorry." I whispered, grabbing my large pile of Tronnor pictures. I snuck quietly out the door and into the hallway.

I tiptoed to Tyler and Troye's room, balancing the large stack of evidence delicately.

Next thing I knew, I was taping the images to every surface in the room. The walls, the tables, the chairs, the tv, the counters, and whatever was left was scattered across the floor.

Mission accomplished.

(i loVE MARCUS DONT HATE ME I FEEL SO BAD OK SORY. Anyway i've been thinking about the length of this story and like if i make it go on for a whole month this story would be like 300 parts long. So how do you guys want me to do this? One giant story? One story per week (4 stories)? One story per two weeks (2 stories)? Or just shorten the whole thing to two weeks? Im leaning towards the last one but i wanna hear your opinions :))). Next chapter will be pretty short and the last of the myler-tronnor-troyler thing and then pHAN. And i think im just gonna start putting random pictures that like half-relate to the chapter in the media. Ily all mua mua mua.)