A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

The Revelation.

*Felix*

Marzia? I call to her with concern. She looks at me and glares. What did I do wrong? Did she find something of mine that she doesn't like? Like my dirty socks, dirty underwear, or.......browser history?

No, she wouldn't have found that out. She wouldn't.

I gaze at her face. It looks very red, small and blotchy. Her eyes are red and her eyelashes are clumped. Her lips struggle not to tremble. Her jeans are wet, and she changed into what she came to our house with. The small dress that she wore and shivered in. she now wore them with jeans. I look down and up again. She constantly looks at me, monitoring every single move I make. "What is it, Marzia?" I muster the courage to come near her. But she pulls away. "Marzia, what is it?" I use an impatient tone, making Marzia snap back at me in fury.

"You....have the nerve to be impatient and use that tone towards me....when I have seen a series of porn links on your browser history!" she spits.

So she did switch on my desktop.

"Who told you to switch on my computer?"

"Because you took MY laptop." She snaps. "I was going to watch the dream hack stream and I was just finding the link when I closed it by accident. So ay normal human being would go to the browser history and restore the tab." She explains curtly.

I look down in shame. "Look at me, Felix." I look up to her, in an unspoken fear. She had never acted like this towards me before.

"Why do you watch such horrendous stuff?" Marzia demands. "Am I not good enough of a girlfriend?" she speaks softly, her face the thin veil hiding the insecurities she may be having inside.

"You said you weren't ready to have...you know. So until then, I thought I could watch this instead until you were."

Marzia's features softened a little and she came closer to me.

"Oh wow, I'm so moved. Do you even know how much time I spent doing absolutely nothing, just waiting for you to finish recording your everyday videos?"

"MARZIA I D-"

"LET ME FINISH." Marzia bellows.

I stare at her, wide eyed. My instinct tells me to yell back, but I don't. I want to see where this is going, but my instinct also tells me that it won't be good.

"I am not a total brat that is all like ooohhh he does nothing but watch porn all day. I had this suspicion you would stop recording after two hours and I would not hear a sound from you for the next three of them."

I let out a sigh. I really shouldn't have said that. I cannot imagine how much that must have hurt her. But unfortunately in this world, words once spoken cannot be withdrawn.

"And just enough with your perfect boyfriend persona, okay? I am not a child, I am eighteen years old. I can handle myself if expectations are not met." She digresses and I snap. "Oh I'm extremely sorry for trying to make my girlfriend happy." I snap back and she looks at me, hurt. "You know what? I made up my mind. I'm just going to leave, and you can spend the rest of your living days watching animals and people stick their junk into each other." She spits again and grabs a suitcase that I didn't notice was next to her. She pulls the handle and turns it on its wheels. I recognize the suitcase as the one she didn't allow me to touch as soon as we moved in. I remember the incident when the door of Marzia's house was shut in my face when I came there for the second time. It all starts to make sense.

Marzia stands at the doorstep and looks at me angrily.

"Any last words?" she dramatically enunciates.

Something inside me snaps.

"You planned this all along. You played me all along. I know what's in that suitcase. The ticket to your home sweet home, where your extremely rude parents approve of their daughter stealing a man's heart and throwing it away for the slightest reason that she may find. You know what, Marzia, I am done with you. I'm sure I'll find someone who's more loyal than you are, and who lives in the same country so that I don't need to spend that much on her." I spit back at her, with all the bitterness I could possibly accumulate in my body.

She glares at me, her anger so personified it changed her entire face. Her eyes were red and so was her face, and her suitcase handle was tightly clutched by her clenched hands.

"Grow the fuck up." She states and I see her disappear down the elevator for what may be the last time. I slam the door shut and I let out a sigh. Maya runs towards me and paws at my jeans. I push her away slightly and move on to our roo- my room. I see the clothes strewn around the bed and I bundle them and keep them in a corner. I fall on the bed and lie there, and wait till my eyes flutter shut.

[A/N: Heavyyyy omg I love Felix why am I doing this to him? Okay the end of A Suitcase is near!!! Can you detect it? I couldn't, till yesterday. Then I came up with this idea and I was like ooooohhhhhh. Now I'll let you grieve and write the next chapter *BrofistBye*]