As Long As You Love Me

Chapter 1

Matt's PoV:

After I had entered the room, I stood in the back awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

Should I say something? No, I've been standing here too long. It would be weird.

Just sit with them then? That may be a good idea.

I sat down right next to a blue-eyed boy I recognized as Nash Grier. He looked up from his phone and smiled at me.

"Hey, I know you! You're Matthew Espinosa! I love your Vines, dude! Great job!" he said.

I smiled weakly. "Thanks. You're also very funny yourself, you know. You can call me Matt, by the way."

After meeting the other six boys in the room (I noticed Carter wasn't here yet), Bart, the tour manager came in. Halfway through his explanation about what this tour was for, the door burst open and there, in all his cute-looking glory, came Carter Reynolds strolling in casually.

I had to mentally slap myself to keep me from staring at him.

He was so much cuter in real life.

"Carter, you're late," Bart said, annoyed.

"Viners are never too late, nor too early. They simply appear at the time they think is best for everyone," he said matter-of-factly.

Everyone laughed at his faked arrogance, except for Bart.

Deciding it was best to ignore what just happened, he continued: "As I was saying, normally I would let you pick your roommates yourselves, but since this the first ever Magcon and you all don't know each other very well yet, I decided to pair you all up, so you will get to know each other a little better. Listen carefully: pair one will be Jack Gilinsky and Taylor Caniff; pair two will be Nash Grier and Aaron Carpenter; pair three will be Cameron Dallas and Shawn Mendes; pair four will be Carter Reynolds and Matthew Espinosa. Jack Johnson is lucky enough to have one room all to himself."

Jack Johnson "woo"ed and got jealous stares from the other boys.

I wasn't paying attention anymore, though.

I couldn't share a room with Carter!

Most people would love to share a room with their (celeb-)crush, but I, on the other hand, wanted to have a room to myself. Now Carter would surely see me in one of my "moods". He would see me break down and cry my eyes out. He would think I'm a freak! Sure, if it were to be any of the other guys, it would be bad too, but I've got used to people thinking I'm a freak. It being Carter, of all people, made me worried sick.

I was shaken from my thoughts by someone saying my name. "Yo Matt! You there?" It was Carter. "I was asking if you wanted to go up and check our room?"

"Oh, uh... Sure," I said, nodding my head.

We got our luggage and took it up to our room.

Our room was quite big, with two beds and a seperate bathroom. We even had a mini-kitchen.

"Wow, Matt, come look at this," Carter said, dropping his suitcase on one of the beds and walking up to the window. "The view is amazing."

"Wow..." I whispered. It was indeed amazing. We had an amazing view of the city of Houston.

It was quiet for a while, until Carter spoke up: "We haven't formally met yet, have we? I'm Carter Reynolds, that one Asian Viner that makes Vines with his mom in the car," he said, holding out his hand.

I shook it, laughing. "I'm Matthew Espinosa."

I regretted not being able to come up with a funny introduction, like Carter, but I forgot all about that when I looked into Carter's beautiful brown eyes.

"Something on my face?" Carter asked, noticing my staring.

I looked away, my face a bright red from embarrassment.

"It's okay," he laughed. "So it's pretty late already and I'm too tired to go hang out with the boys, so... You wanna go eat something?"

"Nah," I lied. I was actually starving, but I didn't want to eat right now. "I think I'll go to bed."

"Alright, I'll go to bed too."

He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, but I just stripped off my clothes and slid under the covers. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and checked out the comments on the Instagram post from earlier.

Tears started to form in my eyes, as I read hateful comment after hateful comment.

"I hope your plane crashes faggot!"

"Nobody cares about this shit idiot"

"Just cut your wrists, worthless piece of shit!"

My arm itched as tears streamed down my face. I heard Carter coming out of the bathroom, so I quickly hid my face in my pillow. He mustn't see me cry.

"You okay?" he asked.

Fuck, he noticed...

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just gotta pee," I lied, getting out of bed and sprinting to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I looked at myself in the mirror, disgusted.

My hair was all over the place, my eyes were the usual red and puffy, with tear-stained cheeks. The bags under my eyes were more noticeable than ever.

My arm was still itching, so I rummaged around a drawer, looking for a razor. I found one and positioned it at the top of my wrist.

"You deserve this," I whispered, before dragging the razor down my arm. I cut once... Twice... Three times. I then cut the word 'worthless' across my arm.

Tears continued to stream down my face as I cleaned up the mess I made.

I slowly crept out of the bathroom and back under my covers. I noticed Carter was already asleep.

I turned to face the wall and cried myself to sleep, like always.

Carter's PoV:

I heard him crying. It made me sad to see such a happy and nice person cry like this.

I briefly wondered what Matt had been doing in the bathroom, since it obviously wasn't peeing, unless Matt peed enough to fill the entire Atlantic Ocean, but I shrugged it off.

I knew Matt wasn't okay.

I knew something was up with him.

Matt Espinosa was broken.

And, for some reason, I wanted to fix him.

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Idk what you would see from a hotel window in Houston, but it fit in my story like this so yeah XD

Vote and comment please! It would mean the world to me :)

Byex