Morning ❤️
I just feel so happy that I managed to sort this book 😂. The way how it's gonna end and stuff like that. I just hope you're feeling fine, and if not then here you go. Enjoy ^.^.
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(Vanoss POV)
"He thinks Delirious is still out, he doesn't have any ideas he's locked again," Jonathan explained, looking at Tyler, while I got a few seconds to look at him.

"That's a good thing?" Craig asked innocently, shifting nervously next to me.

"Actually yes, that's perfect. We could use that. You said he wanted Bryce death, right?" Tyler asked.

"Why don't we just fucking kill him? I don't see any problem in that," Cry responded, his eyes cold as his voice.

"Because-" Jonathan was cut off.

"Because I want to talk with him before you kill him. Can you fucking understand that?" Bryce huffed out furiously, stomping away.

"I didn't mean to..."

Cry's voice vanished into distance, when I quickly ran after him. I caught up with him outside, a few meters away from the house.

"What the fuck you want?" He almost yelled at me, not slowing his speed.

"I will help you talk to him," I said firmly, considering options of how to do that.

"Why would you? He buried you alive, he made Delirious to let his other persona out, he wants me death," Bryce replied, furiously wiping off his tears.

"Because I believe you deserve to have the answers on whatever you want to discuss with him. And maybe so does he."

"I heard you, you know, last night," he mumbled, and we stopped in the park.

I wasn't paying attention to the way we were going, so I just hoped Bryce did. I felt so guilty suddenly, for being so loud last night.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, watching him sit down on the bench.

"Don't be. I'm actually happy he found somebody like you. Delirious was always a solo player, he didn't want to have anybody by his side. He said it was for our safety, because of his other persona. But I think he was just scared to open up. So I'm happy he opened up for you like this."

I don't think he did enough. Besides, it was me who made him do that yesterday, it was all about hormones. And I was so scared to tell him the fucking truth. I was so scared he would laugh at me, tell me how naive and stupid I'm. To even think that there was any love in there.

"What happened, Bryce?" I asked in whisper, casting out the silence between us.

"What are you talking about?" He replied, sighing loudly.

"What happened with Ohm?" I asked again, hoping I wasn't too nosy.

"Nothing. We should head back. Delirious would have my head if anything happens to you," he quickly stood up.

"Please," I tried one more time.

He looked at me, inspecting me from head to toes. I almost thought he was truly going to walk away, when he sat down.

"I didn't mean to do that in the first place, but I gathered all my courage. Through the years I had been with him, I was adoring him, I was looking after him, I fell in love with him. So that day, when his father died, I finally told him," he started, looking down at his fingers.

"I told him how much I loved him. I told him everything I had in my heart. He didn't respond back, he never told me what he feels, and I felt like shit."

My heart race, when I imagined me on his place. I was so happy I didn't tell Delirious my feelings, because I was certain he wouldn't feel the same.

"So I just kiss him, trying to at least try his lips. And he let me. We ended up in bed, and there just for that time, I could forget about all my problems, about him not liking me back."

Why do I feel the same about Jonathan?

"But when he found out about his father the other day, he was furious. He said I was only distraction, I was on the side of the murderers to him keep him back. He claimed that I said all those things only to keep him at his house, I lost him there."

Fuck.

"But that was all only coincidence. The timing. I just want to talk with him about it, I need to explain it to him. I don't care if I die by his hands, I just want him to know the truth."

He looked at me, smiling a little. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he stood up again.

"Let's go back."

We got back to the house in a complete silence. I was too overwhelmed by his story, scared like a cat. We sat down on the sofa in the living room, nobody really questioned us, even though I felt Jonathan's stare on me.

"What's our plan?" Bryce asked, like nothing happened earlier.

I looked at Jonathan, feeling so sad. Every last piece of me which wanted to tell him my feelings, just vanished into the thin air. I couldn't even imagine how crushed I would be after loosing him. I didn't want him to hate me, as Ohm hated Bryce, so I decided to close it inside me.

"Since I can't walk properly, I will be here. Delirious is gonna drag you to Ohm's place, acting he's still Delirious. Cry is gonna be our backup, waiting upstairs if anything goes wrong. Meanwhile, I need David and his men ready to create some distraction," Tyler started to talk.

"What about me?" I asked, trying to sound normally.

"I knew you would say that. You're going with Delirious and with Bryce. We can say Delirious found you or something like that. I'll give you ten minutes, Bryce, after that we're killing him."

"Ten minutes is all I need," Bryce mumbled, and I couldn't even tell how hard this had to be for him.

"Perfect. The sooner we go, the sooner I can buy myself a new things into my house."

I exchanged a look with Bryce, knowing his past. It hurt me so much to do what had to be done, and I knew it was only a small piece of what Bryce had to feel.

I stood up, when I was hugged by Craig. I smiled, hugging him back, while the others started to prepare.

"Be careful Evan, promise me you'll come back in one piece," he whispered, and I sighed.

"I will."