Screen (A Joe Sugg fanfic)

10.

"Joe, I don't know what to say."

"Don't know what to say? Ella!", his yells making me shake and sob, "Damn.", he remarks quietly. "I'll see you in 10 days.", he tells me and I hear a thud, "Joe! Please! Hear me out!"

"Ella, I'm so sorry.", Caspar whispers in my ear, "Caspar! What the hell! What were you thinking?", my sobs taking over my voice so he can't hear what I am saying. "I just thought it would be cute, you know you would say I love you and Joe would say it back and you would be all surprised and then you would get back from your trip and be in love again.", Caspar keeps talking and explaining and making excuses. I'm crying for no reason, I explained my reasons and brought this upon myself. I sat myself up straight, readjusted my tone and attitude, and calmly spoke into the phone, "It's okay Caspar. You had the right intentions." Caspar tried to slip another couple words in but before he could start I say, "Look Caspar I got to go." "Bye, Ella. See you in a couple of days. I'll try to reason with him.", he replies back.

I hung up the phone and sink down into the sheets. I'm exhausted and need to go to sleep but it is only 6:00 here and if I would go to bed my alarm clock would be all the people slamming their doors to go to bed at 1:00. But I can't resist my head falls on the soft white pillows and my eyes start colliding together. I fall into a deep slumber where I forget about the outside world for what seems like 2 minutes but I awaken to a knocking on my door and the newly risen sun beaming on my face.

I sleepily open the door to find a dressed Troye and his vlogging camera in my face. "Hello! Ella Collins how are you?"

(A/N Ok so I know that Troye doesn't vlog very much but you know he does in this story!)

I rub my eyes and reply with a, "How am I? I am in short shorts and a tank top, so I am barely dressed right now." I let him in and he follows me, "Hey boys check her out!" I look back at him and point to the camera while smiling, "don't put that on there." He then whispers, "I'm so putting it on there." I roll my eyes and tell him to stay put on my bed whilst I go into the closet to choose clothes to change into.

"Boys look at this hottie with a body.", Troye says once more as I walk into the bathroom while flipping him off. "Ouch! In the heart.", I can hear him shout from the closed door. I change, brush my teeth, and do my hair and make up and while I'm doing all of this Troye is mumbling to his camera about all the eventful things he's going to do today. I get out and he gets up from the bed saying, "You know you've got a lot fire in that small body." I roll my eyes once more and hold the door so Troye can leave first. "Thank you m'lady.", he responds to my kind gesture. "Your welcome, sir.", I tell him.

We travel downstairs to find Tyler waiting in the lobby looking lost by the front desk. Troye focuses his camera on him and zooms in close, "A wild Tyler Oakley in his natural habitat.", Troye whispers into his mic. Tyler then notices and rolls his eyes and walks over to us. "Damn. Why is everybody rolling their eyes at me today?", Troye asks me.

Tyler escorted us to his car and this time I jumped in the front and Troye sat in the back. I was talking to Tyler and Troye was on his phone in the back. "So how is London treating you? Do you miss it here?", Tyler investigates. "Oh you know London is good and everything but I really do miss the U.S. Warm air and palm trees everywhere, you don't see that often in London. But you know I grew up in-", I was interrupted by Tyler's phone. "Oh I'm sorry Ella, can you tell me what that says?", Tyler asks me. "Oh yeah sure. Let's see it says...", I pick up his phone and read the message out loud, "Are we going to even ask Ella what happened yesterday? From Troye.", my voice grew smaller and smaller and by the end my voice was a whisper when it said Troye.

"Sorry Ella.", Troye says to me whilst grabbing my shoulder. You know I have been hearing the word sorry a lot, from other people and myself. I hate that word though, do they mean it? Do I? "It's fine.", I tell him then shake it off with a fake smile, "I swear it's fine."