A Product Of The Internet

I've got a migraine.

Noah's POV:
It was the day after the last day of VidCon. Troye had left, and I was back at home, unpacking my bags, throwing laundry across my room and trying not to think about him.
The last task was proving impossible.

Finally I scooped the last bundle of dirty clothing out and threw it on the pile. The only thing left was my Polaroid and an envelope full of photos. I sighed and sifted through the photos. Many of the new friends I had made, sunsets and food-nothing special. But there was one that I couldn't stop looking at. It was of Troye and I, and I remember the moment he took it vividly.

"Oh cool, it's one of those ancient cameras!" Troye said turning it over in his hands.
I laughed at him trying to figure out how it works.
"Hey, it's not my fault you're using a machine to take photos, when you can just use your goddamn phone" He playfully nudged my shoulder.
"Yeah, but with this 'machine' you can hold your memories in your hands, physically." I retorted.
"Alright Miss Tumblr, let's take a selfie and make 'physical' memories."
I was brought back to reality when I realised my brother was standing in my doorway.
"Jesus, don't you knock!?" I yelped, shoving the photo in my back pocket.
"Nope." He said plainly
"What do you want, Kyle?" I sighed rolling my eyes.
"I heard about your boyfriend."
Hell. Fucking hell.
I decided to keep quiet.
"That youtuber, right?" He continued.
I nodded slowly.
"How..?"
"Oh it's everywhere. Twitter. Instagram, you name it." He said leaning against my door.
"That's nice, Ky," I said dismissively
"What about mom and--"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP" I exploded.

Our parents had strict rules about relationships. No sex before marriage, no boyfriends until 20, basically no interaction with the opposite sex.

I had to hide my relationship with PJ for months until we broke up, but now it wasn't such a big problem. My mother was currently in Budapest, doing an art exhibition, and my father was touring with his band that had been going on for too long, and only had fans born in the 1960s. I considered myself lucky to have such "fruity parents", but then also not because they left me with my goat of a brother.
"I-it doesn't even matter anymore!" I said, tears welling in my eyelids.
Kyle knotted his eyebrows.
"Don't cry. I can't make out what you're saying."
"It doesn't matter anymore because he left me!" I slumped down on the bed, dissolving in my tears.
Kyle frowned down at me for a moment, but then pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me.
"Who is this fucker? I'll pound his face in."
I shook my head and continued to sob into his chest. It was far more complicated than that.
***
It was the next morning, and my eyes felt and looked like cavernous holes. I had a nagging headache and a broken heart but I only had medicine for one of these things. As I swung my legs out of bed, a strong wave of nausea overcame me. I stood up and launched myself over my brothers body. He had slept in my room overnight to keep me company. The nicest thing Kyle Lewis Hennessy has ever done for me.
I ducked into the bathroom, and leaned my head over the toilet just as liquid started to flow out of my mouth. I retched and retched until nothing could come out anymore. Then I cried. At first I was crying out of sheer disgust and discomfort, but then I remembered. My mouth wasn't the only thing with a bitter taste. I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth vigorously, before creeping back into my room and diving back into bed. I grabbed my phone from its usual location, under my pillow, and texted the only one who could make me feel better.
-Hey. Can we hang out? I feel like shit.
Sure. Come on over Tx-
I got dressed as quickly as I could and left a note on my bedsides table so Kyle wouldn't freak out.
***
I was slumped over on Tyler's couch once again. Just two months ago I wouldn't have dreamt of being in this position.
"Noah. You look awful." Stated Tyler, handing me a cup of coffee.
I smiled gratefully, even though I hated coffee.
"Thanks. I was going for "awful" when I planned my outfit" I sighed, staring down at the frothy liquid.
"So what's wrong?"
"Other than the person I thought loved me leaving me, the contents of my stomach decided to leave me this morning through an alternative route. That and this stupid migraine.

A/N
While writing this, I was listening to Migraine by twenty one pilots it doesn't reAlly have much to do with this part except the title, of course, I just think it's a really good song and you should check it out ;) xxx