The Risks of Love (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter Eight - What Do I Feel?

Your POV

I was in the kitchen making coffee as Mark came into the kitchen. I turned and looked at him as he pulled me closer to him. He kissed my cheek and said, "I missed you." I smiled and replied, "I missed you too." Mark gently grabbed my face and leaned in, kissing my lips so passionately. I began kissing him back as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He put his around my lower waist. We held our kiss as we moved against the wall. I was up against the wall as he looked at me with that smile. I felt like my heart began to melt as he moved a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I really love you, (F/N)" Marks voice said as the words started echoing through my mind and began to sound distant. Next thing I knew it, my eyes fluttered open.

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"Just a dream?" I asked myself in a whisper. I got out of bed and looked into the mirror. "Why did I dream of that?" I asked myself in the mirror. I shook it off. It probably isn't a big deal. I turned around and picked my outfit for the day. I put on my black skinny jeans, my red plaid flannel, a brown and tan leather bracelet, and my brown boots with shoe laces on them. I then straitened my hair, teased it a little and put on my gray beanie. I put on my makeup, doing a faded black and silver cat eye look with my eyes and putting on my lip gloss. I put on my perfume then turned and looked into the mirror for one last time. I sighed at myself in the mirror and walked out the door. The second I left the bedroom I heard Mark scream, "Oh fuck you!" I giggled and continue to walk past his recording room. I walked into the living room then had sudden images from my dreams, causing me to freeze in my steps. I laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. What was that dream about? I saw Mark's smile flash through my mind as I quickly sat up and put both of my hands over my heart, breathing heavily. My heart began to ache a little and yearn for something but honestly, I had no idea what my heart was begging for. I got off the couch and began to pace back and forth in the middle of the room. One of my hands was on my head and the other on my heart. What is wrong with me? What am I feeling? Why is this happening? My questions filling my head but one stuck out to me the most. Do I have feelings for him? I couldn't tell if I wanted to scream, cry, run, or just give up and lay down. I then heard Mark say, "(F/N)?" quickly stop and turned to look at him. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Yeah," I lied. "I'm fine." I couldn't tell him whats going on. "Whats with the pacing?" He concernedly asked. How do I answer that? "I'm just a little scared," I replied. "About what?" He asked. "I just had a memory of something hit me," I lied. He said, "Oh, okay." He then gave me a weak smile and hugged me. "Don't worry," he said. "It will be okay." My heart began to beat fast. My heart couldn't stay calm. These feelings were feelings I thought I would never feel, yet  I couldn't control it. I think I'm in love.