Say you love me (MarkiplierxReader)

The first goodbye

Bright lights.. We're passing headlights, streetlights.
My ankle is so numb, I can barely move it. Mark says that I scrapped it pretty bad, where as Sean doesn't like the sight of blood, and made Mark bandage it up until we get back to my hotel.
"Come on, Y/N." Mark says, helping me out of the vehicle.
"Ow..." I groan. "I feel the pain now..." I say, trying to act a little bit tough in front of him.
"I bet... Would you like me to carry you inside?" He asks me.
I blush, thinking how awesome that would be, but it might be awkward after that.
"No, no. I think I'll be okay." I smile, limping on my foot.
"Here." He picks me up, without me saying anything.
As we walk inside the hotel, I can feel all eyes on us. Sean is following behind us, almost acting like a tiny body guard. We get to the elevator, which Mark let's me press the buttons, since his arms are full.
"Y/N, you're so light,  I could pick you up in one hand," he smirks, maybe showing off a little.
"Yeah yeah," i giggle, rolling my eyes.
Sean opens the hotel room door, exposing a big queen sized bed, a TV, a desk, a fridge, a stove, and then the bathroom.
"This place is nice!" Sean says, closing the door behind us.
"Yeah, it costed a fortune.." I sigh.
Mark sets me down on the bathroom counter, gently.
"They have a medicine kit here, right?" He asks, while searching the cupboard under the sink.
"Aha." He exclaims, pulling out a red box.  Opening it, it smells like a hospital, which if you've been, smells clean, but almost too clean.
He finds a bandage, and antibacterial ointment.
"Here," he holds my ankle up, placing the bandage on it. It stings at first, but, it slowly goes away.
"Thank you guys so much!" I smile at them, standing up.
"No problem." Sean assured me.
"I guess we'd better get going back." Mark decided.
"Yeah, it's already ten o'clock." Sean yawns, covering his mouth.
"Oh wow. I'm super sorry to keep you out so late, honestly it wasn't my intention..." I apologize, feeling a little bit guilty.
"It's okay Y/N," Mark tells me, Sean nods.
They head towards the door, but before Mark walks out, he stops to say something.
"Y/N, can I have your phone number?" He turns to face me, looking kinda shy.
"My phone number...?"
"Yeah...." He clarifys.
"What will Jenni think?" I sigh, faking a smile.
"Jenni? What about her?" He questions me,
"She's your girlfriend, isn't she?" I raise my brow.
"Nah, she's just interested in me." He chuckles, messing his hair. "I think she mostly wants to date me because of the fame." His gaze trails up my body, making me turn my head.
"Okay." I grin, turning my head back to face him. He takes out his phone, handing it to me, contacts are already up. I click the plus sign, adding my information into it.
"Can I have your number?" I hand him his phone back.
"Of course," he tells me, adding his info into my phone.
"Mark...." Sean sounds annoyed.
"Oh right... Sorry, let's go." Mark apologizes, Sean opens the hotel door.
"Thanks guys..." I begin, smiling, walking towards the door. "For everything," I grab the knob, watching them.
"It's a pleasure." Mark says, nodding.
"Can I at least have a hug before I go?" I laugh. Sean turns to me, grabbing hold of my torso, and holding me tightly for a few seconds. Sean starts walking away, while Mark and I are saying goodbye.
"Thank you Mark." I say quietly to him.
"Thanks for this." He holds up his phone, meaning the phone number.
"No problem." I blush, leaning forward to hug him.
"I'll text you when I get back to my house." He promises to me.
"Alright, stay safe!" I call out the door, watching my two heroes walk away, one with a phone number, and one with the patience of a child.
I close my door, yawning, and looking at the time.
"It's 10:10.... Guess I'd better get going to bed, if I want to go home in the morning..." I sigh. Half of me wants to go home, but the other half wishes that I could stay with Mark.
I shrug off the feeling, and get ready for bed.

MARKS P.O.V.

I unlock my door, dropping my keys on the little table that stands beside the entrance.
I moan, tired from the long last day of Vidcon.
"Chica!" I smile, my big puppy coming to greet me at the door.
Sitting at my desk, I decide to check my channel, and my notifications.
"3000 more subs, huh?" I smile.
As I read the comments, my heart begins to warm. People can be so nice if they want to.
"But then, comments like this come up..." I mumble, reading a hate comment left for me. 20 people like it, and then I see some of my supporters telling them to buzz off, but then they get hate as well.
I pull away from my computer, turning it off.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I see a text from Sean.
"Dude, people are starting rumours about you and Y/N." I bang my head against the back of my chair, sighing.
"Where?" I question him. He tells me paperazzi found us, and posted it on Instagram. I go look at the posts.
"Who the fuck is that whore with him?!" "Wow she's ugly... He can do better. me for example ;)" "Ugly tramp"
I close my eyes, picturing Y/N's face. She has such an amazing smile.... It's too bad she's leaving tomorrow...
Then I find posts like this.
"I'm happy for Mark, he deserves a nice girl, and this girl is honestly beautiful." I smile, chuckling at how cute my fans can be sometimes.
I imagine what the response would be if I did say that we aren't dating, but I decide to leave it.
Exhausted, I get myself ready for bed.
END OF P.O.V.

I drop my phone, upset with how many notifications I'm getting.
"Why can't people just leave me alone?!" I shout into my pillow.
Mark and I aren't dating, and I don't see how we ever could.
He's a famous YouTuber, and I'm a big nobody.
Closing my eyes, I picture his face, his smile, his laugh.... Everything about him is so desirable to me.
But..... I can't have him, and he'll never say that he loves me...
I sigh, getting in bed, and falling into a deep slumber, dreaming of how Mark hugged me earlier that day...