When I Met Pewdipie

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

"Are you going to eat that?" Felix asks me. I sit silently at the kitchen table, staring at the wall. The bowl of steamy soup sits patiently, waiting to be eaten, in front of me. It hasn't been touched. I move my head to the side slightly, as if to say no. Felix understands and goes back to standing behind my chair, his hands rested on the back of the seat.

"Thanks." I murmur. Felix pulls out a chair and sis down next to me, putting a reassuring arm around my shoulder. I smile at his touch. It shoots sparks down my spine. I almost regret saying that I wanted to go back to England. I don't want to leave Felix behind.

"For what?" He asks, looking at me with worry and fear.

"Helping me." I push the bowl away from me. "For being there." I look back at him, his blue eyes bore into mine, stinging my heart. Trying to get it to wake up again. He brushes my fringe out of my face and tucks it behind my ear.

"Marzia said that I would never hurt you." Felix says undoubtedly.

"And you never have." I whisper, pulling him into a meaningful embrace. He laces his hands around my mid back, holding me. I press my head into the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave his side.

"I never plan to." He says softly.

"Can you tell me what happened now?" Felix asks willingly, staring at me with hope. I take my time to think. The soup has gone fairly cold and is unpleasant to even look at. It was microwaveable anyway.

"I just so sorry." I crack, sobbing when no tears fall. He shakes his head constantly as if nothing could ever be my fault.

"Clem-"

"I ruined your friendship. I should have never moved to Italy. Or taken that stupid course." I blame myself. "You and Toby hate eachother now."

"What?" He looks taken aback. "I don't hate him. I just thought that he made you cry." He strokes the top of my head. I think about the actual truth of why I'm upset.

"You've seen the comments, haven't you?" I say, finally mustering the courage to speak. His face falls.

"Oh, Clem..." He starts.

"You said that you've gotten used to them. I don't think I can." I start. "I just don't think I want to be involved in your videos anytime soon." I tell him. He takes this into thought.

Felix agrees by nodding his head.

"We have to announce it to them one day." He says.

"One day." I repeat. I get up from Felix and wander aimlessly around the room. Toby is still not in the best moods with me. I don't think ill be able to fix it. He's jealous of Felix. I can't help who I love. Either can Toby.

I sigh, running a hand through my knotty hair. Why is this so difficult? Felix gets up and hugs me from behind. A jolt shoots down my spine. I smile as he positions his head so that it is resting in my shoulder.

"What are we gonna do?" He sighs. I shrug, but it is pretty difficult since one of my shoulders is being weighed down.

"Wait until the right time, I guess." I say, unable to think of anything else.

"Sorry, Felix."

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"Hey guys." Marzia says, tiredly, stepping out from the hallway. She rubs her eye and yawns, wandering over to the small dining table. Felix and I watch her from our own seats at the table. She plonks down wearily and presses her head face down into the table.