Will I Ever Matter To You?//Ianthony

Chapter 24: Texts

-2 MONTHS LATER-

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

It's been two months, and Ian and I are still together. I though I was in love with Kalel....pshh....that doesn't even compare to how much I fucking love Ian. I'm freaking head over heels. We have gotten use to the whole relationship thing. So, we're not as awkward as before. Hmm...what else is there to say....Oh yeah! Ian and I sleep together every night now. So that's exciting. We haven't told anyone about us yet. When I mean no one. I mean absolutely no one. Not my parents, not Ian's parents, not our friends, not our exs, not our fans. No one. Anyways, back on the topic of being in love. I know that Ian loves me, and I also know that I love him. But, even though its been a couple of months, I still have no clue why he's sad. I've tried telling him he's beautiful and all...but I can tell he doesn't believe it. But, I think there's something else. As if it's not only him who thinks that. Is it the hate on YouTube? I mean, we both get a lot of hate in the comments section, but we don't always read all the YouTube comments. It couldn't be YouTube...could it? Could it have finally gotten to him? I don't know....

IAN'S P.O.V.

The last two months. How do I describe them? I've been happier with Anthony by my side but...I'm getting these texts. Texts from someone I don't even know. It's from a blocked number...so I have no way of finding out. Okay, it's time to get my morning text from the anonymous man/woman. Anthony's in the shower right now so he won't find out about the text. Yes, I haven't told Anthony about the texts. 'Cause, who knows? It could be him...well, possibly. Very unlikely, but I don't like getting rid of the possibility. I also don't want to see his reaction to the texts either. You're probably wondering what the texts say. They say the truth. The truth about me. My eyes. My weight. My stupidness. Everything. After waiting on the couch for a few minutes, my phone vibrates. That's him/her. I have no clue what the gender is. I take a look at my phone. Blocked Number. I knew it. It reads: "Morning, fucker! How are the rolls of fat that you call a stomach today? xx" I never reply to the texts. What would be the purpose of that? Exactly. They just tell me what I need to know. I hear a door open and then another door close. That's Anthony. He probably got out of the bathroom and then went into his room. I quickly put my phone in my pocket.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I change into my clothes quickly before walking into the living room. "Heya, babe," I greet Ian, sitting down next to him. "We have to shoot a video today...right?" I think out loud. "I believe so. The crew should be here any minute now," Ian replies, looking at the time. "Let's do this!" I exclaim, pumping my fist in the air. Ian giggles a bit before kissing my cheek. "You're cute," Ian tells me. "I'm not cute...I'm as manly as hell," I reply, sternly, yet we both know that I'm joking. Not even a moment later, we break out into laughter. There's that real smile that I love seeing. It makes me smile even wider. "See, those are the type of things that make me think you're cute," He explains. "Just sayin'," Ian adds, making a 'not bad' face. I lean in and press my lips against his. Our kiss is cut short, when the doorbell rings. It's probably the crew. "I'll get it," Ian tells me, smiling. His phone vibrates as Ian gets off of the couch. As soon as he looks at it, his smile fades. He puts it in his pocket and then goes to the door. That was...strange. You can't possibly tell me it was a coincidence that his smile went away when he looked at his phone. C'mon. I refuse to believe that. Something is going on with Ian...and I am going to find out what it is.

(A/N) Okay, I would like to tell you that there will be 30 chapters in this fanfic. I know exactly what I want to do now so...yeah! Thanks for reading once again, magic mummies!