So This Is Love?

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Kath's pov

I clocked in at exactly 4 seconds. They had a 4 second kiss. And then Lannan left quick. I guess they're committed to making this stream entertaining, they're good mates.

Cray's pov

He left... was I that bad? Oh god. Did I just ruin our friendship? I should've said no...

What if Lannan hates me now. What if he can never be in the same room with me now. What if he leaves Click? Or he tells the boys I seemed to into it and they kick me off? Surely they wouldn't... I don't think they're homophobic.

But I'm not homosexual! So it doesn't matter!

I check my phone, pretending to get a text from my mother.

"Hey Kath, real sorry love but my mum just texted me and said she needs help with something. You won't be to terribly angry if I leave will you?"

God why do I sound like a sad, lost puppy.

"Not at all, Cray! Stream, Cray is leaving! Say bye!"

I leave the room, hitting 2 walls on the way to my car. Fuck why do I feel like I'm hyperventilating. Do I need my inhaler? Am I having an asthma attack? Fuck.

I suddenly start nearly jogging to my car, realizing my inhalers in there. I fumble with the keys, dropping them twice, and then surrender to just crying sat up against it. Not an asthma attack, a panic attack.

I like Lannan. I like Lannan fucking Eacott. Bloody hell.

I like a man who has a girlfriend and is in love. God Eliot would kill me if I'm what broke him and Ilsa up.

I like Lannan. A total fucking wanker. A streamer hating, dumb tattoo getting, bastard.

I'm now full fledged sobbing on the side of my car outside of the click house.

Footsteps. Fuck. I forgot I wasn't alone here.

Elliott's pov:

What the hell is all the noi- whose that? Cray? Awe god something tragic's happened.

"Cray? Buddy?" I lean down and place my hand on his shoulder. "Cray, mate, what's wrong?"

He just cried harder. I sit down next to him pulling him into a hug "that's alright mate you don't have to talk till you're ready. Or ever. Let me know if you'd like me to leave."

I feel him lean into my hug a bit, crying even harder into my sweater. Poor bloke, I wonder what's up. I guess it's not really my business, I'll just wait till he's ready. And if he just needs a hug and doesn't want to talk that's okay to.

Cray's pov

I quite literately can not stop crying. Even with Elliott here I'm still just a bloody mess. And now I'm ruining his jumper. God I feel awful.

Crying is exhausting, now I'm just tired but wide awake, and hungry yet I feel like barfing, and I want to be alone but also want company.