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The Last Supper

Troye's POV:
I couldn't express with words how happy I was to have her back. It was a feeling of pure ecstasy. But the slow realisation crept up on me that tomorrow was the last day of Vidcon. Meaning it was also the last day I would spend in the US. The idea of being on the other side of the world from where she was caused me to worry.
I glanced over at her where she was sitting, painting Zoe's nails.
Since it was the last full day of Vidcon, Tyler decided it was fitting to host a sleepover with all of our closest friends. Currently we were watching some soppy romantic film. I couldn't help but wish Noah and I were alone, so I could spend the last hours we had together wisely.
Tears sprang up in the backs of my eyes as I remembered how alone I felt without her. I felt like a shell, sitting in that hotel room, empty and lifeless.
Noah looked up from Zoe's nails and scanned the room. I felt her eyes hover over me for a while, and then she excused herself. She stood up and walked over to me, where I was clutching a pillow on the couch.
"Hey," she said, sitting down beside me.
"Hi." I croaked.
"I can tell you're crying." she whispered, peeling my hands away from the pillows and grasping them both in hers.
"I'm fine, honestly" I lied, forcing a smile.
"You don't look fine. What's wrong?"
I had to think of something, fast. It wasn't fair to ruin her day by telling her I would be leaving now.
I leaned closer to her.
"To tell you the truth, this movie is really getting to me." I whispered in her ear.
She leaned back grinning.
"Wow. I can't believe my boyfriend is crying while watching "The Notebook" she chuckled.
****
It was the morning after the sleepover, and we had planned to have lunch (we all slept past breakfast) together one last time before the last group meet up of VidCon.

"I would like to make a toast," said Tyler, standing up from his seat at the head of the table. "To friendship. And new ships." He smiled down at Connor, who blushed hard.
We all clinked our glasses together.
"They're so cute." Said Noah, leaning her head on my shoulder.
I sighed, nodding.
At least they'll be in the same country after today.
"Okay. Spill." Said Noah firmly as she abruptly removed her head from the crook of my neck.
"What?" I said narrowing my eyes at her.
"I don't know why you were crying yesterday, but I know it's not because of the stupid film. Tell me"
And so I did.
"I'm leaving today, I have to go back to Perth," I snapped at her
"And I didn't want to tell you because I don't want you to feel sad. It's tearing me apart inside. Please, we can work this out, right?"
Her eyes widened with every word I uttered.
There was silence. All heads were turned.
"Work this out!?" She screamed "You weren't going to tell me! You were going to fucking leave me here without another word after all we've been through?" Hatred was darkening her eyes.
"No! I was planning to..I mean you had to have known at some point--"
"I don't want to hear it." She announced. She picked up her phone and stormed away.
Whispers formed around me, and that was all I could hear until I heard footsteps again. Her footsteps.
Was she changing her mind?
"I forgot something." She said quietly.
And then she reached over the table and I swear, I thought she was going to hold my hand, but instead she picked up my glass of coke zero and upturned it over my head.