Mark's POV:

I carefully maneuvered my way through the busy crowd of people, mumbling sorrys to them as I passed. The bitter smell of morning coffee drifted through the air of the shop I was approaching. I knew I should be making videos considering how early I had woken up, but I decided against it. Getting a soothing drink that I was incredibly fond of sounded much better.

I placed the coffee down on a table disconnected from people. The warmth of the cup tingled my cold fingertips as I brought it to my mouth. The sugar dropped in left a satisfying sweet taste, instead of the usual, scoldingly hot liquid. I leaned my back against the chair, and began to observe. The grey, ominous shadow that casted over the city was gone, leaving a peaceful environment in it's place. I enjoyed looking over LA in the morning, purely because of this reason. I sipped the coffee again, the sugar quickly dissolving as it touched my tongue.

LA was always exceptionally beautiful, but now it seemed even more so. Some parts of it were not very eye catching, while others were so stunning you couldn't look away. For some reason now, watching the sunrise in all of its elegance and glory, it was one of those sights. I always enjoyed moments like these, because they were honestly a rarity. It seems silly something like watching a sunrise wouldn't be able to be accomplished on a regular basis, but there just wasn't any time. Any chance I got to wake up early I would be making videos. I loved every bit of it, but sometimes it's nice to be able to take a step back and appreciate other, smaller things. I took another swig of coffee. It practically burned my throat, but I was too wrapped up in the moment to care.

The chair beside me was left empty. I heaved out a sigh, finally coming to terms on how unbelievably single I was. The thought of Jack seated beside me stayed for a while.

I had recently noticed that he'd been slightly less closed off with his fans, most likely because Pax was almost a day away. Damn, I was excited to see him. More importantly, to hear what he had to say. A part of me still hoped he would what I had wanted him to all along.

I love you too

Even I knew it would never happen.

After letting myself escape reality for a while, I began to walk home. The streets were unusually silent, my footsteps the only sound heard besides the hum of taxis as they sped passed. The amber, fluorescent glow of the street lamps glared down at me, still visible in the last sliver of darkness left. It was too early for me to normally be even awake, but for some odd reason today I was. My plan for the day ahead was to get videos done early. Ryan and Matt would just have to suck up me being loud.

While I was walking home I finally had time to think about Jack. I mean, it's not that I didn't literally think about him all the time, but I tried to stray away from worrying about him. I knew I would need to come back around to it eventually. We talked more now after whatever happened, and now that he cleared the air a little bit and shown some light on the matter from the skype call, he seemed much more comfortable. I didn't know where to even start to think about what might have happened. I didn't want to.

A lot of Jack's fans have easily picked up on his lack of enthusiasm, and are starting to get worried. Actually, they already are. A large number have tried to contact him about it, but he hasn't brought it up once. Normally if whatever they are talking about isn't true, he shushes all of the rumors by speaking out. With him not, it just seems odd. I've tried my best to keep a distance, because based on his actions, that's what he clearly wants.

Being able to see Jack in two days was unimaginable. I hadn't seen him since last year, and that was only for about a day. This time, I'll be able to for at least four. Depending on when he has to fly back to Ireland. A part of me dreamt up a fantasy of him and I discovering we were soul mates, and then him coming back to LA with me. No matter how much I begged such a ridiculous wish to be true, I knew that it would only belong to my imagination.

Once I arrived home, I didn't have the energy like I did before going out to film. My mind was too busy focusing on Jack to even attempt to make a video. I didn't need to start until a couple of hours, considering how early it still was. It was nice to be able to collectively gather my thoughts. Although, now I feel like the more I pondered over the situation it left me more confused.

Ryan and Matt didn't quite understand how or why I was worrying so much about this. I mainly tried to hide it, because I truly didn't want many people other than myself knowing about how I felt. They clearly knew it was bugging me, considering how frequently I'd bring it up, but they didn't care to know the rest. It was ridiculous for them to be seeing me worry like this. I hoped that the majority of the time they'd ignore my rants about him, but they most likely didn't. I tried not to dwell on that.

Man, I wished he would tell me. I wanted to help so, so unbelievably badly. I was going to give him time though. He would talk to me whenever he was ready. He didn't deserve any of it. I have to admit though, I hoped it would be soon since how fast Pax was approaching. I promised myself I would help him through whatever pain or struggle he had been suffering through alone. I owed it to him. I needed him to be okay.

I knew I would help him.

Well, I hoped.   

Author's Note:

Sorry for the long delay everyone! It was basically been a full month since I uploaded a new chapter! AHHHHH!!!! I'm so so so sorry! I hope you are enjoying it so far! OKAY, ON WITH THE STORY!