Be My Star

VII

Ryan's(POV):

Back at the hotel I couldn't look Justin or Oliver in the eyes. This was so twisted both of my Bestfriend's were hellbent on getting involved with me romantically, even if it posed a threat to the group like all friend group romances do. I'd made the mistake of opening my big mouth about my feelings for Oliver. I still was not one hundred percent sure that my feelings for Oliver were like that. Suddenly me jerking off in the bathroom starting to play over in my head and the way my body felt after Olly kissed me. Was I really in love with my bestfriend? Justin walked into the room his eyes on his phone a faint smile on his face. Whether we liked it or not we needed to talk, he was upset with me but — I'd listened to him after all Justin has always been there for me.

"Justin — can we talk?"

I asked walking over to his side of the bed taking a seat pressing my fingers together nervously. Justin was right it's s best if Oliver and I didn't go there it wouldn't end well that meant the same for me and him. Justin took a seat next to me sitting his phone on the nightstand.

"I promise nothing happened after you left I just — I couldn't get my head on straight. I know you like you me, but you should really rethink it because we'd only mess things up relationships within friend groups never end well. I know that from experience Justin I think it's best if we just stay strictly friends."

I said putting my hand on his feeling his had tense up a little before he snatched his hand away. He turned his head slowly and when our eyes met my heart felt like it had been lit on fire, there was so much anger in his eyes. He suddenly stood up shaking his head in dismay running his fingers through his hair. Hopping up off the bed grabbing him by his wrist suddenly a flashback of what Oliver had told me.

[Flashback]

"Oliver —- I — those things I told you was a lie — I was drunk and —"

"If your going to lie to yourself your free to do so, but I've known you way to long for you to try and lie to me. If your feelings weren't true then you wouldn't be so upset about me getting close to that girl. You'd welcome it with open arms if that didn't hurt you."

Oliver said stepping closer to me pushing me up against the black walls his hand pressed against my chest. I had no response, he was right after if what I had said while I was drunk wasn't true I wouldn't feel so angry that he was touching that girl. Even if my feelings for him were true Oliver's a playboy he just had his arms around a girl now he's trying to lure me in with his cunning ways.

"I don't know what Justin has told you, but believe me when I say your the one I care for the most."

Olly said caressing my cheek slowly bringing his fingers down to my chin lifting it up softly staring into my eyes. My face started to feel flushed I could feel the knots in my stomach getting more tense. Pushing his hand away I ducked under his arm and ran out of the dashing to my room angry with myself.

[End of Flashback]

"Please — just forget it — just know that when Oliver breaks your heart don't come running to me, because I won't be picking up the pieces."

He said angrily venom in his words as he spoke staring at the wall. Letting my arm fall watching as Justin exited the room and my heart felt like it had been pulled from my chest. Plopping down on the bed throwing myself back onto the bed putting my arm over my eyes trying to hold back the tears of frustration. It was all falling apart all because I'd let it slip that I had feelings for Oliver. It wasn't true at all though! I only saw Olly as my friend, right? Only my friend —

The next few days we were doing interviews and spent most of our nights at the hotel throwing our own parties. On our last day before we caught our flight back to L.A we took one last photo on the beach on four wheelers together. When we arrived home the air still felt stuffy Oliver wouldn't talk to me and Justin was just avoiding me.

"Hey you ok?"

Tyler asked hanging up the phone taking a seat next to me. Shaking my head yes trying to hide the worried expression on my face hoping that he'd buy into it. He seemed skeptical at first, but quickly brushed it off and turned his attention to the TV. I couldn't sit still my mind was scrambling for what to do to fix my relationship with Oliver and Justin. Sighing giving in I hopped up from the couch walking towards the stairs deciding that I'd be better off alone with my own thoughts when Oliver suddenly grabbed me dragging me up the stairs.

"Oliver your hurting me — let go!! Let —"

I said grabbing at his hand trying to free myself of his grasp, but it was useless Oliver had a tight grip. He stopped suddenly and without warning scooped me up carrying me into his room slamming the door shut behind him. He tossed me onto the bed slowly making his way back to the door locking it and my heart started to race.

"I've been thinking for a while now and I don't want to be friends — I want more — I want to be more than that — I want you to be mine."

Oliver whispered his deep yet velvet voice sending chills down my spine. What was he thinking? Was he really not going to let this rest? Suddenly he stripped out of shirt throwing it onto a chair before climbing onto the bed sliding his hands under my shirt. I froze unsure of what to do I couldn't even look him in the eyes when he was being like this.

"Lie to me again —- tell me you don't have those type of feelings for me."

Oliver said closing off the space between us leaning closer. Putting my hand on his chest shaking my head biting my lip shutting my eyes. He suddenly backed away smiling before turning away from me walking towards the door. He stopped midway to the door turning to me his brown eyes felt colder.

"If you really don't have any feelings for me then I guess calling Georgia is fine."

He said unlocking the door opening it slightly a smirk playing at his lips. I opened my mouth to say that I was happy for him, but there was a lump in my throat and no words were leaving my mouth. He gave me a half smile half frown before exiting the room leaving the door ajar. No matter what I say now my heart was yelling out for me to stop Oliver, but I couldn't. Seb peeked his head into the door his dark brown eyes studying my expression furiously wiping away tears pretending to fix my hair to avoid him seeing me close to tears.

"Yeah."

I said trying to hide the pain in my voice pushing the lump in my throat down. Seb handed me my food the expression of concern on his face, I could tell he wanted to ask if I was ok but wasn't going to press me about it. Taking my food I mouthed thank you then proceeded to walk over to my desk pushing the keyboard back. Eating my food in silence forcing back the tears not wanting to cry over something so stupid, he was my bestfriend there can be nothing between us. Pulling out my phone I checked the photos we took in Miami looking at how Oliver was so happy around me, how his face lit up. A tear suddenly rolled down my cheek when it hit me the butterflies in my stomach—-

"I'm in love with my bestfriend."