Worlds Collide: Multiverse of Y/N

Chapter 15 • Girlfriend (LB)

❥Warning:
Includes strong language and blood.

-Y/N's POV (London Boy)-
Once Russ and I went to his warehouse, I was thrown into a bare room. Immediately, he shut and locked the door, making me sigh nervously with a frown.

RUSS:
"I'll let you have one more night alive, enjoy it." He spoke from outside the door.

I swallowed hard, no longer feeling afraid for myself, but for my friends. I quickly ran to the door to speak to Russ.

Y/N:
"When I'm gone, you better be gone from their lives too—" I raised my voice while resting my hands against the metal door.

RUSS:
"You have my word." I heard his smile, making me clench my jaw.

Soon, he walked away, I heard his footsteps get quieter.

Once it was fully silent, I looked around at my surroundings, held myself then slid my back down against the door until I was seated on the cold concrete. I leaned my head against the metal as my eyes slowly fluttered.

I silently made a wish to the universe that no matter what would happen to me tomorrow, that George and Clay would be safe.

-GEORGE's POV (London Boy)-
I sobbed over Clay's dead body for an hour until I decided that if Y/N was still alive, I needed to find her.

She was all I had now.

All I could think about for the past hour was how much I hated myself for having that conversation with Clay, arguing with him, when secretly, that was our last time together, ever.

If you would've told me that Clay would die 2 weeks after Nick, I wouldn't have believed you. If you would've told me that coming to America, finally getting my visa, would result in my best friends deaths, I wouldn't have believed you either.

I should've never come to Florida.

Now, I was dead inside.

So after that hour of mourning my other best friend, I washed the blood off of my hands and arms in the bathroom sink with soap and water.

As the water in the sink turned red, I stared at my reflection hazily in the mirror. My eyes looked dead, because I felt dead. I was paler, with no color in my face, only my dark eye bags. The tears
stained my complexion.

Clay and Nick have millions of subscribers. When Nick passed, we let the fans know a week after it happened. So many were heartbroken.

If I survive after tonight to tell everyone about Clay, several more will be heartbroken. Millions of people are going to be heartbroken, all because of me.

It felt like both of their deaths were my fault.

I left Nick alone in the hospital room, all because I didn't want to see him get a nurses number, something as pathetic as that.

And I left Clay alone because I didn't want to accept the fact that an amazing person could love me. I let my insecurities get in the way. I was in denial.

My denial got Clay murdered.

My jokes got Nick killed.

Their deaths were on me.

I should've never moved here. I should've stayed in London. I never should've been on those websites in the first place to meet them. I shouldn't never become a streamer.

Now, I wished to the shitty universe that Y/N was still alive tonight, so I could save her, in the ways I couldn't save them. Tonight if I couldn't save Y/N, I was going to join my best friends. I didn't care about anything anymore. I ruin everything I touch after all.