Will I Ever Matter To You?//Ianthony

Chapter 25: Anthony Finds Out

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

After the long day of filming, the crew left. Now, all that's left is to edit this thing. I hear a vibrating sound. That's probably Ian's phone...again. His phone has been vibrating almost non-stop. Who's texting him? "Ian?" I say. "Whatcha doing?" I ask, while he looks at his phone quickly. "Nothing important....we should probably go and edit that video though," Ian answers. Goddammit. I just need to come straight out with it. "Seriously though Ian. Somethings bothering you and I can tell," I reply, walking over to him. Ian looks down at the ground. "Please Ian...I just wanna help you. I love you and it breaks my heart to see you unhappy. Can you please tell me what's wrong?" I ask, using the softest voice I can. "I-I um..." Ian hesitates, shuffling towards me. He reaches for his pocket and takes his phone out. What is he doing? Ian opens his phone and taps on it a few more times. "Are you sure you want to know?" Ian asks in a somewhat quiet tone. "Of course," I reply, truthfully.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V.

Ian looks down at the messages on the screen and then back at Anthony. "If that's what you want...." He says, handing his phone over to Anthony. Anthony takes the phone and his face drops as he reads all the texts that the anonymous person has been sending to Ian. "Oh my god....Ian..." Anthony barely manages to say. All of the texts were most definetly not true. Some of them insulted Ian. Or how Anthony is only dating Ian so he won't commit suicide. But, like I said. All of them weren't true. He engulfs Ian in a hug. "Why didn't you tell me?" Anthony asks, in a whisper. "Because... I...I knew that you would do something about it but....I don't want to be ignorant Anthony. I can't just live my life without knowing the tr-" "Don't you dare say "the truth"," Anthony says, sternly.  Anthony is on the verge of tears, so he bites down on his lip to try and hold them back. Ian wraps his arms around Anthony and rubs his back. "Ian...you're fucking amazing. Don't let anyone tell you or make you think otherwise....they're just jealous of your perfection," Anthony tells him, truthfully. Ian is just in total shock. He's just standing there, his eyes wide at what Anthony had just said. "I'll tell you everyday, until you believe it." Ian was most definetly not expecting this reaction. He was expecting some sort of yelling, or agreement with what the anonymous person had said. But, as you can tell, he was wrong. Ian is starting to tear up as well. "Sorry that you have to put up with me..." Ian mumbles against Anthony's shoulder, a few tears rolling down his face. "Trust me. It's a privilege," Anthony replies, sweetly. Ian's face is completely red. "I love you so much," Ian tells Anthony.

ANTHONY'S P.O.V.

I move a bit away from the hug so I can press my lips to Ian's soft ones. After kissing for a while, (I'm not going into detail) we decide it's best that we start editing. We both are hungry as well, so we decided that Ian's gonna go get some food ('cause neither of us can cook well). Ian is about to walk out the door but I stop him. "Wait," I tell him. I take out my phone and hold it out. "Trade phones with me," I tell him. Ian nods "Alright," He says, taking out his phone as well, without questioning me. We trade our phones. "You know why though right?" I ask. "Mhm," Ian nods once again. He kisses my cheek. "See ya in a little bit," He tells me, going into the garage. "See you," I reply. Okay...time to get this editing started. But, I need to take one more look at those texts...

-20 TO 30 MINUTES LATER...-

It's 9:34 right now. I can't help but notice the 'xx' at the end of each text. It looks farmiliar. Too farmiliar...but I can't put my fucking finger on it! I feel like I'm forgetting something. Crap! I forgot to start editing. I put down Ian's phone and get to editing. "Babe!" I hear Ian call out to me. Shit, he's home. I'll just say the editor was being slow. Yeah. 'Cause that's not lying. I'm slow but he'll just think that the editing program. "Food!" He calls out again. "I'll be there in a second!" I reply. I look back down at the phone. 'xx'. Hmm. Too fucking farmiliar.

(A/N) Thank you all for your comments. Like, I want to reply to all of them, but I feel like I'll annoy you sooooo....yeah. This story only has five more chapters! Then I'll mostly be focusing on my other story.