Chapter Two: The Fans

Jack's POV

I embraced Mark in a tight hug. His muscular arms wrapped around me felt so comforting. I finally let go. I looked down and my face went from happiness to being worried.

Mark put his hand on my shoulder. "Jack, what's wrong?" I looked back up at him. "How are we gonna tell the fan base? How will they react? What if they hate us for it? Wh-" Mark stopped me. "Look, how about we just keep this private for now, and then tell them later?" I nodded and we went downstairs.

I went straight to the fridge and got out a beer. I drank when I was feeling a whole mixture of emotions. I wasn't an alcoholic or anything, I always let my liver rest, I normally just had one anyway.

A few days had passed and was feeling better about things. Mark and I were happy. It was finally sunny outside, maybe too sunny for my liking, coming from Ireland of course.

"Hey, Jack, you wanna walk down to Ryan and Matt's house with me? I need to go borrow something from them for my computer," I nodded and felt my pockets for my phone. "Let me just find my phone, I'll meet you outside," Mark went out the door as I scrambled for my phone. I finally found it. It was on Chicas' doggy bed. I wonder how my phone got there? I grabbed it and immediately threw it back on the doggy bed. It was covered in dog spit. "Ohh.. Chica. What did you do?" I got a paper towel and wiped off all the drool, put the phone in my pocket, and went outside to find Mark waiting outside for me.

We started walking in the direction of Matt and Ryan's house. Mark and I started talking about how and when we'd tell the fans. We weren't sure yet.

We'd walked a few blocks and then my heart started racing. As we were waiting for traffic to pass so we could cross the road, Mark started to touch my hand. My palms started to get sweaty. Mark started holding my hand and he intertwined his fingers with mine. Neither of us looked at each other. I took a deep breath, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see a smile on his face.

The rest of the way there, we kept holding hands, but we didn't say anything more after that.

When we got back home, we ate lunch, scrolled through social media, you know, normal stuff.

"Oh, shit," I looked to Mark with a puzzled face. "Jack, look at this. Some fan must have seen us and took a picture of us holding hands and now the news is everywhere and theyre going crazy," I put my head in my hand. I pulled up Twitter. "Well, I guess there's no point in keeping it secret now," I tweeted to everyone about us and Mark did the same. The replies were so much better than I had expected. A lot of it was congratulating us and showing support. A few hate here and there, but overall, they were all fine with it.

Mark then came over and hugged me.