A Product Of The Internet

Well. This is awkward.

Troye's POV

Instinctively my eyes turned to Noah. She'd always known what to do. But somehow Issie had managed to disable her cool headed demeanor and now left her a nervous wreck, her hands limp at her sides, her mouth hanging slightly open. It was up to me to somehow fix this. To difuse a bomb that could explode any minute.

"What do I do?" My mind slowly going into overdrive. My eyes flitting from the sea of confused and accusing faces, to Noah who looked like she was about to cry.
I had to do something. Anything.
"I-I'm not quite sure what happened there," I stuttered into the microphone
"But I'm sure it'll be okay from now on."
I laced my fingers with Noah's to reassure her. Her fingers were warm and clammy.
"I have a question," shouted a girl from the crowd, her arm raised
I nodded at her to continue.
"Was any of that stuff that the crazy girl was saying true?" She said without hesitation
All eyes turned from her to me.
"Well-" I began, only to be cut of by Noah.
Noah's POV
I couldn't stand for him to lie to people who adored him so much.
"Some of it was true. Like how we fought because he apparently kissed Marcus." I cut him off
Troye blushed as a few fans gasped.
"But no one has perfect relationships anyway! What you see on camera and on the internet is only a fraction of our lives."
"What about the other stuff?" Another girl called out "is that true too?"
"We would never fake a relationship to get more subscribers or followers. We genuinely like each other. "
"Then what about PJ. Was that true?"
My blood froze.
Crap.
Now it wasn't just the audience's eyes on me now, but Troye's too.
"Well... I.."
"Well? I'd like to know too." Snapped Troye.
"It was a mistake" I blurted out
The crowd gasped and a hundred eyes full of anger were set on me.
"What do you mean it was a mistake?! How could you hurt Troye like that?!" Someone screamed
"I'm sorry!" I said desperately "I'm sorry Troye, and I'm sorry to you guys for lying"
I turned to Troye to search for forgiveness in his eyes. He looked coldly down at me and then at our interlocked fingers. He looked away and pulled his fingers apart from mine slowly.
"Troye..?" I said trying to get him to look at me again, but he wouldn't.
Great. Now all the Toah shippers hate me and Troye isn't speaking to me.

SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES AND CRAPPY CHAPTER ITLL GET BETTER I PROMISE. Also I'm writing a new fic, so if any of you like fall out boy I think you'll enjoy it ;)