James' POV:
We have just finished filming a new Will and Jim video. This was the 'We tried real vs fake celebrity products' video. I just can't stop thinking about the little rant I had about Will and George. Although that rant was purely for comedic effect, I was beginning to realise that I may have felt the slightest bit jealous of how happy Will looked with him. Will and I are only mates, but I can't help but care about him deeply. The trust issues from over friends have damaged me enough to affect the one I have with Will.
"You alright, lad?" I hear Will ask from beside me.
"Yeah. I'm fine, mate. I think that video is gonna do well." I laugh, turning towards him.
"I know. I'm good, aren't I?" This causes me to roll my eyes in amusement.
"That's bit you did about me, and Clarkey was hilarious. The fans are going to eat that shit up. " Will leans back in his chair comfortably and watches as I squirm uncomfortably at the mention of my previous rant.
"Yeah, yeah, it will." I cough slightly, trying to ease the tension that was slowly building in the room.
"Right, what's up with you?" Will asks, hitting my arm slightly.
"What? Ugh, nothing, lad, I'm fine." I push his hand off and try and force myself to relax.
The thing is, Will had always been good at reading me. Reading my body language and my tone of voice. It's something I've never been able to get away with around him.
"You've been off since that funny rant of yours earlier. You're not leaving until you tell me what it is." He said, raising his eyebrow slightly. We may only be mates, but he has always had some sort of control over me that I have never wanted to break free from.
All I do is glance at him before a knowing look appears on his face. Within seconds, he is smirking. I shake my head and look away.
"You're jealous of me and clarkey, aren't you." He whispered. My head immediately turns, and I make eye contact with him.
"N-No. That rant was a joke." I stutter out, wanting the world to swallow me whole.
"Yea, you are. Admit it, James." He says, voice daring.
"F-fine. You just looked so happy with him. I started to think that maybe you preferred making videos with him. " I say feeling defeated.
"James." Will sighs quietly.
"I know, I know. It's stupid, but I can't help the way I think."
"I know, James. Look. Of course, I enjoy making videos with Clarkey. He's my mate. Our mate. But at the end of the day, you know you come first always. You are always my first option. That won't change." Will says, looking more serious than I have ever seen him.
I stay silent for a while. Realistically, I know he's telling the truth. I know he wouldn't lie to me. It was stupid of me to think the way I did, and I need to learn how to control these thoughts.
"You're right. I'm sorry, Will. I know I was being silly. It's just that in the past, people have stopped making videos with me and moved on to someone else without hesitation. I suppose my trust issues got the better of me today."
"Don't worry about it, James. Next time, just speak to me. Alright?"
"Alright." I say smiling slightly and getting the same look in return.
"Right dickhead. Let's go to mine. A new series of Love Island is starting in two hours." Will says as he stands up and collects his stuff.
I agree and do the exact same without even thinking twice.
