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The party was that night, it was amazing. At first.

You had gone to your office and grabbed some of your spare clothes that looked a bit better than your usual wear, and walked back out of your office and into the corridor where Lewis was walking with some bottles of beer in his hands.

You smiled, and walked after him, taking some of the bottles from him and walking to the common room to get the drinks all layer out before everyone got there.

"Well you're actually gonna be at a party for once." Lewis said with a smile. You chuckled back and playfully punched his arm. "Ow!" He said with a smile.

"You're such a woose..." You stated and walked back out to get some more drinks and a few big bags of crisps and stuff to lay out on a spread.

You greeted Turps as he walked through the door and continued setting up as Lewis asked the man to do some stuff. You looked around at everything, it was all in place. Now all you needed was the party goers. Not that you would mind just being there and having a few bottles of beer between you, Lewis and Mark, but you decided that if you had too many beers you couldn't really control what you would do.

Just when you were beginning to panic about the fact that no-one else would turn up, Hannah and Kim walked through the door. Everyone greeted each other and grabbed a bottle of booze each, and then got to chatting. You were stood a little bit away from everyone else, like most parties you felt a bit awkward.

You noticed Lewis looking at you and blushed, looking down at your drink. He made his way over as you downed half of it as quickly as you could, somehow feeling butterflies as he smiled at you.

"Don't worry!" He said. "You look terrified... You've been to a party with us before. You don't have to be so scared looking." He said, his voice full of comfort. You smiled slightly. "Tell you what, later when people decide to start dancing, we'll have a dance? Yeah?" He said. You found yourself hiding another blush behind a shield of hair as he smiled. You didn't have time to argue as he walked over to the door to greet Martyn and Duncan who had just turned up.

Not long after that Paul and Chris turned up, then hat films, and pretty soon the common room and the hall were filled with the members of the yogscast. You still stood in the common room, having a friendly chat with Mark in the corner. You noticed Lewis glancing at you across the room and quickly looked back to Mark, who was smiling. You smiled back and took another large swig of your drink, beginning to feel the alcohol go to your head. After all, you had taken a large swig every time you noticed Lewis looking at you. You were now onto your fourth or fifth bottle. Mark took the top of your bottle and placed it on the desk.

"I think for now you've had enough." He said with a smile. You smiled back and rubbed your forehead.

"Yeah... I know..." You answered. When you looked up he was looking at you a bit more seriously than before.

"What's this all about -NAME-?" He asked. You looked at him.

"W-what do you mean...?" You asked.

"You know what I mean... You're not usually one to have too much drinks... Plus..." Mark turned and looked at Lewis before looking back at you. "You keep blushing. And I'm pretty sure its not at me."

You sighed. "Its complicated OK?" You said, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

"I've got time." He said. You stared at him for a moment before looking down. But as you were about to spill everything out to him, someone grabbed your hands, someone who was pretty drunk, and yanked you up happily.

"Come on you!" Lewis said, grinning happily and pulling you over to the centre of the room and jumping around in circles with you. You looked back at Mark for help but sighed when you noticed him laughing. Everyone began looking at you and Lewis as you tried to keep up with him. The man could apparently be very hyperactive when drunk, and was pulling you around the room, jumping up and down and smiling like a Chesser cat.

You found yourself laughing and getting another beer pressed into your hand by the raven haired man. You smiled and proceeded to down it while he shouted 'down in one' and everyone joined in. After you had finished you slammed the bottle down onto the table and swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone cheered and you felt Lewis hug you. You blushed once again and before you knew it, you were hugging back.

Another drink turned into another, and another. And loud voices turned into shouting, and the bass in the music bounced in your heart until it actually hurt. And before you knew it, the shouting turned into an argument. A very loud argument. An argument between you and Lewis.

Someone switched the music off, and everyone was watching the both of you as you yelled at each other, gesturing strongly with your hands to put more emphasis on your words.

Before you knew it Mark was pulling you away and Simon was attempting to calm Lewis down. Mark pulled you through the crowds of people in the corridor and took you downstairs and outside, grabbing your coat and bag as he did so, and called a cab. He got in next to you as you stared out the window. He put a hand on your shoulder and you turned to face him.

"Its alright." He said. You felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks and he gave a friendly smile. He told the cab driver where to go and you set off towards your house. On the way Mark was friendly, and attempted to stop you crying as best he could, and you spent the time pouring your heart out to him about how you had liked Lewis and how everything was going fine but then turned bad. And his the argument had started as a little joke, a little banter between you both. And from there it had just escalated. Mark comforted you and helped you stumble to your door before opening it for you and taking you to your room. You, although embarrassed, asked him to help you get changed and he agreed, and put you to bed before placing a bin next to you "you might need this." He said, and pulling your blanket up over your shoulders before smiling and walking over to the door. "Goodnight." He said, before turning the light off and leaving the house. You stared at your wall, which was spinning from the amount of alcohol that was running through your system. You clenched your eyes shut as you attempted to get to sleep, but all you could hear was the words Lewis had shouted at you before. And the words you had shouted back to him.

You cried again, not even attempting to stop the tears from streaming from your eyes this time. The bass from the music still pounded in your heart and the music blasted in your ears, and all you could see when you closed your eyes was the anger that was in Lewis'.

You didn't remember when you fell asleep, but you finally managed to.

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You woke to the sound of an alarm. The one from your phone. Groaning, you turned over and grabbed your phone, before trying to turn the alarm off. When you couldn't figure out how to do so, you threw it over the other side of the room. You hoped that it hadn't smashed, but for the moment you couldn't be bothered to get up and check. You simply clung tighter to your blanket and thought about what exactly happened the night before. It was all mixed up in your head. Had you actually told Mark about your crush? Worst of all had you and Lewis actually had that fight in front of everyone...? You didn't know. Hopefully it would all be a dream.

As you looked over at your phone you saw the blinking light to indicate that you had messages. You groaned, your throat raw and hurting. You pushed yourself off your bed, sitting on the edge for a moment to get your head to stop spinning. After you had grabbed your phone you walked into the bathroom, feeling queasy. You looked at your messages as you turned on the shower and looked into your mirror. Your eyes were red ringed and eyeliner was smudged across your cheeks.

You sighed and looked down at your phone. Quite a few messages... Shit.

Mark - hope you feel better soon, you don't have to come in today if you don't want to, and don't worry, your secrets safe with me

Hannah - hey, didn't get a chance to say goodbye last night. Don't worry, I gave Lewis a slap around the ear hole for you.

Kim - let me know if you're coming in today, if not we'll record tomorrow instead

Simon - I've sorted Lewis out and he's got a big red mark on his cheek from Hannah. Hope you're feeling alright, what he said was very out of line. Talk later.

You smiled at the amount of texts you had received. Obviously you decided not to go to work that day, you felt like you'd throw up if you moved too quickly, let alone the fact that you didn't want to face anybody at the office, especially Lewis.

You placed your phone down and turned to get in your shower. You'd answer your texts later. A hot shower would do you good right now.

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I'm the end you had decided to get in a long hot bath instead of standing in a shower, and after you had had a quick bite to eat you curled up in your blanket and grabbed a pillow as you switched on the TV. You hugged the pillow like a child would do to a teddy bear, and flicked through the channels, finally landing on Doctor Who and leaving it on that. You sipped at your hot chocolate that sat next to you and then picked up your phone to answer the messages. Another few flashed on your screen.

Sips - party was awesome last night, so funny. Can't wait for the next one XD

You gave an annoyed smirk at Chris' message and then continued looking through them.

Ross - hope you're feeling better, didn't really see you last night before Mark was pulling you out down the corridor, you'll have to explain to me what happened before. See you later?

You sighed and pulled up Mark's message and began to answer everyone.

-Name- - Thanks Mark... Sorry about last night, hope I didn't ruin anything, I'll probably be in tomorrow but I'm not sure, feeling pretty bad...

-Name- - you didn't have to do that Hannah, but thank you, see you tomorrow hopefully

-Name- - not today Kim, I'll probably be in tomorrow. Let you know then

-Name- - thanks Simon, see you tomorrow hopefully.

You then moved down to the newest two messages.

-Name- - Sips, shut up :') talk to you when we do the next TTT recordings.

-Name- - yeah, I'll explain later, pretty sure you'll hear about it somehow anyway, talk later.

You put your phone down on the table and sighed before looking back up at the TV and the episode of Doctor who you really liked. It buzzed a few seconds later and you looked to it, a little scared to turn it back over and see who the message was from. You flipped it over and looked at the message, a little relieved, Sips.

Sips - whatever -name- BTW, you and Lewis are very cute together.

You stared at the screen for a moment. You and Lewis? You weren't together... Not in the slightest, even less so than before after that night. You sighed and decided not to humour Chris, and just put your phone back down, getting interested in the TV.

The day went by pretty uneventful after that, a few more messages but from the same people, none from Lewis thankfully. Mark had calmed you down about the whole thing and fairly soon you were back in your bed. The whole day was spent just watching reruns of Doctor Who or star trek. Very boring and not very distracting at all.

You got to sleep fairly early and woke up fairly early, not really ready to go to work and face everyone, as your friends used to say 'the walk of shame'. That's definitely what it would be.

You hopped up and got in a long, hot shower before getting dressed and checking your phone.

Mark - if you wanna meet for some tea before work just let me know, if not its fine just thought you might have wanted to talk about stuff and get everything straight before going into work.

Simon - everyone missed you yesterday, see you later! Gonna record some stuff!

You sighed and clicked on Marks name.

-Name- - Sure, which cafe and what time?

Turps - I could just pick you up from yours I'm close by anyway.

-name- - alright, see you soon.

You then went down to the other message and replied.

-Name- - sure Simon, see you later.

There was a knock on the door and you went out to the front door before letting Mark in and getting your shoes and bag and walking with him to the cafe.

"So you feeling any better?" He asked as you walked.

"Not really... I still feel pretty sick..." You answered half hearted and walked into the cafe. After you'd both gotten your drinks you sat down at one of the tables and sipped at your drinks.

"You OK going into work? I know what its like to have a fight with someone in public and have to see them a few days later."

"I'll be fine... I'll just... Go to my office and barricade myself in there all day." You answered.

"Don't do that, no one is gonna judge you. Were like a family."

"A very dysfunctional family..."

Mark gave you a look. "We are NOT dysfunctional. Look, everyone had fights, EVERYONE. I fight with my wife, I fight with Lewis sometimes and I'm pretty sure I've had an argument with everyone at Yogtowers at one point or another. Its nothing different than usual. Just relax. Everything will be fine. The only thing that's different at the moment is the fact that Lewis is moaping around the office."

You looked at him for a moment. "He's moaping?"

"Yeah he's being pretty marry about the whole thing. It'll get sorted out after a couple of days."

You agreed with Mark for once, everything should get sorted out and back to normal after a couple of days.

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Well, Mark couldn't have been more wrong. After a couple of days things has only gotten worse. You didn't even want to go in to work for any reason now, so you just sat on your bed, playing on different apps and checking your emails.

It had started out as just being awkward whenever you noticed Lewis walking around or when you were both involved in a recording together, and it had escalated from there. The first day you had noticed the red mark he had on his cheek, even though at first you thought Hannah had been joking it obviously wasn't true. You had walked straight past him and to your office and he had done the same to you. Awkward. The next day you had rejecting doing some of the series that had the both of you in and had just stuck to your own separate series and separate editing work. The day after you had avoided each other completely, and by the end of the week neither of you had spoken or seen each other or been involved in any series together. It was getting so bad that the fans were messaging asking where the other series were.

So you had decided to stay in today, it was a Friday and while that was usually one of your best days in the week, you hadn't even gotten out of your pyjamas yet. Then, your phone pinged. You looked at the message.

Simon - you need to come to Yogtowers. See you later.

You reread the message and sighed, Simon was never usually serious about anything, so this was a lot different to what you was used to. You got dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before pulling on your shoes and walking out of your house.

You made your way there slowly and didn't run up the stairs like usual, you simply walked up, looking down at your phone as you did so. You didn't pass anyone on the stairs and when you got to the doors no one was in the corridor. You didn't bother checking the common room and just walked to your office at the end of the hall. You heard whispering and annoyed voices outside from near the common room and just dropped your bag in the corner before looking around your office. A big bottle of jack Daniels was sat on your shelf, it made you feel sick, seen as you still weren't over the feeling yet. Maybe it had been through everything going wrong at the office. You walked over to your spinny chair and heard Simon talking to someone.

"Go talk to her. Now." He said. You gathered he was talking to Lewis and sighed, groaning in your head. You didn't want to even think about him at the moment. He made you feel more sick than the booze did. But surely enough you heard a footfall at your door, and unwillingly turned to see Lewis stood in your doorway, an unamused look on his face as he stood with his arms folded. You looked back down to your phone and noticed him sigh and turn back to Simon, who pushed him inside and closed the door. The raven haired man groaned and knocked on the door.

"Simon. Let me out. Now."

You looked at what was happening, putting your phone back down. "Not gonna happen buddy." Simons voice came back. "You two need to sort things out."

"We have nothing to say to each other."

"That's just the problem. Now, you can both come out when you've sorted everything out." Simon said, and you heard him locking the door from outside. You looked away when Lewis looked to you. He then groaned and punched the door.

"Let me out Simon!" He said angrily as you flopped down into your seat and swiveled from side to side slowly.

"No! Now sort things out. No one from the office is gonna let you out so you better get talking." And with that, Simon walked away, followed by a few of the others from the office. You noticed Mark, who mouthed something about him being sorry. You gave him a slight glare and looked down at your desk as the raven haired man kicked at the door and turned around to face your direction. He looked at the wall and then to the floor, obviously not wanting to look at you.

You watched him from the corner of your eye and continued to not turn to him. Neither of you showed any interest of talking or sorting things out. You knew you would have to eventually, for the Yogscast. But for the time being you were both so set in your own state of mind that neither of you wanted anything to do with the other.

You noticed him walking over to your shelf and picking up the jack Daniels bottle. You jumped up and put your hand forward to stop him opening it, you didn't want that smell to fill the office while you were stuck in here. "Don't!" You said, gripping the top of the bottle just above his hand.

"Why not?!" He answered, tugging at the bottle and looking straight at you. For once you didn't feel like blushing, you just grabbed the bottle angrily and tugged it back.

"Because its mine!" You shouted back. You both grabbed the bottle and attempted to pull it from each other, when the lid got flicked off and some of the liquid spilt onto both of yours shirts. You let go of the bottle and felt the smell going up your nose. It made you feel so sick that you looked up at him and quickly turned around, grabbing your bin and proceeding to unravel the contents of your stomach into it as you sunk to your knees. You felt his eyes on you and kept your back to him as you put the bin back down and spat into it, your throat burning. You heard the bottle being closed again and put back on the shelf, but that didn't stop the smell from your clothes. You felt yourself heave again but nothing came out this time.

Suddenly he was next to you, a hand on your back. "You alright...?" He asked, half heartfelt. Your gave a small nod and put your bin back where it had been before wiping away your tears and moving your hair back. You looked back to him and noticed he was holding out a chewing gum for you. You took it shakily and popped it into your mouth, hoping it would get rid of the taste and hopefully the smell. You saw him stand up and walk away and stood up yourself, turning to him. You looked up and saw what he was doing, taking off his shirt and putting it in the corner, probably hoping to get rid to the smell in case you were sick again. You looked down at your own top and zipped your jacket up fully before pulling your top from underneath and throwing it where he had thrown his. You both looked at each other and you looked away, blushing as you saw that he still had no top on. He looked down at himself and then opened the box you kept on your shelf with spare clothes in it. He pulled out a large hoodie and pulled it on. On him it wasn't as baggy as on you, and he zipped it up half way before putting his hands in his pockets. You looked down to the floor.

"For what its worth..." He said and you looked up. "I did say some things I shouldn't have."

You waited for the apology but none came, so you sat back in your chair and turned it away from him.

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For about half an hour after that you hadn't spoken, you felt like you were going insane. Simon had unplugged your computer and everything before locking you in there so you couldn't distract yourself with that, and your phone was almost out of charge. You had sent a few threatening messages to Turps and Simon but neither of them had opened the door.

Lewis at this point was sat down on top of one of the big plastic boxes that was at the back wall of your office and was throwing a ball at the wall and catching it again, looking very bored.

"Why don't we just act like we've made up?" He asked. You turned your chair to face him, an unimpressed look on your face.

"Or you could just beg. Wouldn't be the first time you've done so." You said, bitterness in your voice. You saw his eyes grow a bit more angry. He continued to throw his ball at the wall and you watched him. "I don't see why on earth you hired me in the first place if you thought all that stuff about me." You said. Your tone was cold. You looked to the right and saw Simon and a few others looking in at you both.

Lewis turned to look at you, standing up. "I was drunk."

"What when you hired me? I wouldn't be surprised."

He looked even more angry. "I hired you sober because your channel was successful and you could be a valuable member. If you wasn't such a bitch."

It was your turn to get angry. "If I'm such a bitch then why are you always flirting with me?" You asked. He glared.

"I never flirt with you!"

"Oh yeah, saying you love me when I get you a cup of tea? Winking at me?"

"I do that to everyone. Don't think you're anything special!"

You felt a dagger pierce your heart. "Well thanks very much..." You said, turning away and feeling the anger build within you. "You know what?" You turned to him. "I wish I'd never taken this job. You are such a condescending dick. You are loud, annoying and just a plain idiot. Fire me if you want. Because if I have to listen to you any more I'm going to quit anyway."

You waited for a response. It took a while.

"I'm not going to fire you."

"And why's that?"

"Because... I don't want to..." He said. he was talking calmly now.

"..." You stared at each other.

"You're a bitch. A full on, bitch. Not just that! But you're stupid. Full on, stupid."

You both began arguing again, like the other night, shouting at each other about everything. Simon had unlocked the door and a lot of people were walking in and telling you both to calm down but neither of you would listen. You were in the middle of a shouted angry sentence when Lewis out a hand to the back of your neck and pulled you forward, kissing you.
Everyone stopped talking and so did you. You were shocked, confused, but more importantly, above anything else, happy. Your stomach fleeted with tiny butterflies as the kiss continued and you began to kiss back. Every emotion was running through your mind, but most important of all, the best thing you felt, the most important thing you felt, above all else, was love. You were in love. And you didn't care about the other people who were in the room with their jaws dropped to the floor in shock. Because you was with Lewis, in each others arms with your lips locked together. Nothing could ruin this moment. Well, perhaps the childish clapping and giggles that came from Mark as he jumped up and down on the spot.

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The party was that night, it was amazing. At first.

You had gone to your office and grabbed some of your spare clothes that looked a bit better than your usual wear, and walked back out of your office and into the corridor where Lewis was walking with some bottles of beer in his hands.

You smiled, and walked after him, taking some of the bottles from him and walking to the common room to get the drinks all layer out before everyone got there.

"Well you're actually gonna be at a party for once." Lewis said with a smile. You chuckled back and playfully punched his arm. "Ow!" He said with a smile.

"You're such a woose..." You stated and walked back out to get some more drinks and a few big bags of crisps and stuff to lay out on a spread.

You greeted Turps as he walked through the door and continued setting up as Lewis asked the man to do some stuff. You looked around at everything, it was all in place. Now all you needed was the party goers. Not that you would mind just being there and having a few bottles of beer between you, Lewis and Mark, but you decided that if you had too many beers you couldn't really control what you would do.

Just when you were beginning to panic about the fact that no-one else would turn up, Hannah and Kim walked through the door. Everyone greeted each other and grabbed a bottle of booze each, and then got to chatting. You were stood a little bit away from everyone else, like most parties you felt a bit awkward.

You noticed Lewis looking at you and blushed, looking down at your drink. He made his way over as you downed half of it as quickly as you could, somehow feeling butterflies as he smiled at you.

"Don't worry!" He said. "You look terrified... You've been to a party with us before. You don't have to be so scared looking." He said, his voice full of comfort. You smiled slightly. "Tell you what, later when people decide to start dancing, we'll have a dance? Yeah?" He said. You found yourself hiding another blush behind a shield of hair as he smiled. You didn't have time to argue as he walked over to the door to greet Martyn and Duncan who had just turned up.

Not long after that Paul and Chris turned up, then hat films, and pretty soon the common room and the hall were filled with the members of the yogscast. You still stood in the common room, having a friendly chat with Mark in the corner. You noticed Lewis glancing at you across the room and quickly looked back to Mark, who was smiling. You smiled back and took another large swig of your drink, beginning to feel the alcohol go to your head. After all, you had taken a large swig every time you noticed Lewis looking at you. You were now onto your fourth or fifth bottle. Mark took the top of your bottle and placed it on the desk.

"I think for now you've had enough." He said with a smile. You smiled back and rubbed your forehead.

"Yeah... I know..." You answered. When you looked up he was looking at you a bit more seriously than before.

"What's this all about -NAME-?" He asked. You looked at him.

"W-what do you mean...?" You asked.

"You know what I mean... You're not usually one to have too much drinks... Plus..." Mark turned and looked at Lewis before looking back at you. "You keep blushing. And I'm pretty sure its not at me."

You sighed. "Its complicated OK?" You said, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

"I've got time." He said. You stared at him for a moment before looking down. But as you were about to spill everything out to him, someone grabbed your hands, someone who was pretty drunk, and yanked you up happily.

"Come on you!" Lewis said, grinning happily and pulling you over to the centre of the room and jumping around in circles with you. You looked back at Mark for help but sighed when you noticed him laughing. Everyone began looking at you and Lewis as you tried to keep up with him. The man could apparently be very hyperactive when drunk, and was pulling you around the room, jumping up and down and smiling like a Chesser cat.

You found yourself laughing and getting another beer pressed into your hand by the raven haired man. You smiled and proceeded to down it while he shouted 'down in one' and everyone joined in. After you had finished you slammed the bottle down onto the table and swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone cheered and you felt Lewis hug you. You blushed once again and before you knew it, you were hugging back.

Another drink turned into another, and another. And loud voices turned into shouting, and the bass in the music bounced in your heart until it actually hurt. And before you knew it, the shouting turned into an argument. A very loud argument. An argument between you and Lewis.

Someone switched the music off, and everyone was watching the both of you as you yelled at each other, gesturing strongly with your hands to put more emphasis on your words.

Before you knew it Mark was pulling you away and Simon was attempting to calm Lewis down. Mark pulled you through the crowds of people in the corridor and took you downstairs and outside, grabbing your coat and bag as he did so, and called a cab. He got in next to you as you stared out the window. He put a hand on your shoulder and you turned to face him.

"Its alright." He said. You felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks and he gave a friendly smile. He told the cab driver where to go and you set off towards your house. On the way Mark was friendly, and attempted to stop you crying as best he could, and you spent the time pouring your heart out to him about how you had liked Lewis and how everything was going fine but then turned bad. And his the argument had started as a little joke, a little banter between you both. And from there it had just escalated. Mark comforted you and helped you stumble to your door before opening it for you and taking you to your room. You, although embarrassed, asked him to help you get changed and he agreed, and put you to bed before placing a bin next to you "you might need this." He said, and pulling your blanket up over your shoulders before smiling and walking over to the door. "Goodnight." He said, before turning the light off and leaving the house. You stared at your wall, which was spinning from the amount of alcohol that was running through your system. You clenched your eyes shut as you attempted to get to sleep, but all you could hear was the words Lewis had shouted at you before. And the words you had shouted back to him.

You cried again, not even attempting to stop the tears from streaming from your eyes this time. The bass from the music still pounded in your heart and the music blasted in your ears, and all you could see when you closed your eyes was the anger that was in Lewis'.

You didn't remember when you fell asleep, but you finally managed to.

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You woke to the sound of an alarm. The one from your phone. Groaning, you turned over and grabbed your phone, before trying to turn the alarm off. When you couldn't figure out how to do so, you threw it over the other side of the room. You hoped that it hadn't smashed, but for the moment you couldn't be bothered to get up and check. You simply clung tighter to your blanket and thought about what exactly happened the night before. It was all mixed up in your head. Had you actually told Mark about your crush? Worst of all had you and Lewis actually had that fight in front of everyone...? You didn't know. Hopefully it would all be a dream.

As you looked over at your phone you saw the blinking light to indicate that you had messages. You groaned, your throat raw and hurting. You pushed yourself off your bed, sitting on the edge for a moment to get your head to stop spinning. After you had grabbed your phone you walked into the bathroom, feeling queasy. You looked at your messages as you turned on the shower and looked into your mirror. Your eyes were red ringed and eyeliner was smudged across your cheeks.

You sighed and looked down at your phone. Quite a few messages... Shit.

Mark - hope you feel better soon, you don't have to come in today if you don't want to, and don't worry, your secrets safe with me

Hannah - hey, didn't get a chance to say goodbye last night. Don't worry, I gave Lewis a slap around the ear hole for you.

Kim - let me know if you're coming in today, if not we'll record tomorrow instead

Simon - I've sorted Lewis out and he's got a big red mark on his cheek from Hannah. Hope you're feeling alright, what he said was very out of line. Talk later.

You smiled at the amount of texts you had received. Obviously you decided not to go to work that day, you felt like you'd throw up if you moved too quickly, let alone the fact that you didn't want to face anybody at the office, especially Lewis.

You placed your phone down and turned to get in your shower. You'd answer your texts later. A hot shower would do you good right now.

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I'm the end you had decided to get in a long hot bath instead of standing in a shower, and after you had had a quick bite to eat you curled up in your blanket and grabbed a pillow as you switched on the TV. You hugged the pillow like a child would do to a teddy bear, and flicked through the channels, finally landing on Doctor Who and leaving it on that. You sipped at your hot chocolate that sat next to you and then picked up your phone to answer the messages. Another few flashed on your screen.

Sips - party was awesome last night, so funny. Can't wait for the next one XD

You gave an annoyed smirk at Chris' message and then continued looking through them.

Ross - hope you're feeling better, didn't really see you last night before Mark was pulling you out down the corridor, you'll have to explain to me what happened before. See you later?

You sighed and pulled up Mark's message and began to answer everyone.

-Name- - Thanks Mark... Sorry about last night, hope I didn't ruin anything, I'll probably be in tomorrow but I'm not sure, feeling pretty bad...

-Name- - you didn't have to do that Hannah, but thank you, see you tomorrow hopefully

-Name- - not today Kim, I'll probably be in tomorrow. Let you know then

-Name- - thanks Simon, see you tomorrow hopefully.

You then moved down to the newest two messages.

-Name- - Sips, shut up :') talk to you when we do the next TTT recordings.

-Name- - yeah, I'll explain later, pretty sure you'll hear about it somehow anyway, talk later.

You put your phone down on the table and sighed before looking back up at the TV and the episode of Doctor who you really liked. It buzzed a few seconds later and you looked to it, a little scared to turn it back over and see who the message was from. You flipped it over and looked at the message, a little relieved, Sips.

Sips - whatever -name- BTW, you and Lewis are very cute together.

You stared at the screen for a moment. You and Lewis? You weren't together... Not in the slightest, even less so than before after that night. You sighed and decided not to humour Chris, and just put your phone back down, getting interested in the TV.

The day went by pretty uneventful after that, a few more messages but from the same people, none from Lewis thankfully. Mark had calmed you down about the whole thing and fairly soon you were back in your bed. The whole day was spent just watching reruns of Doctor Who or star trek. Very boring and not very distracting at all.

You got to sleep fairly early and woke up fairly early, not really ready to go to work and face everyone, as your friends used to say 'the walk of shame'. That's definitely what it would be.

You hopped up and got in a long, hot shower before getting dressed and checking your phone.

Mark - if you wanna meet for some tea before work just let me know, if not its fine just thought you might have wanted to talk about stuff and get everything straight before going into work.

Simon - everyone missed you yesterday, see you later! Gonna record some stuff!

You sighed and clicked on Marks name.

-Name- - Sure, which cafe and what time?

Turps - I could just pick you up from yours I'm close by anyway.

-name- - alright, see you soon.

You then went down to the other message and replied.

-Name- - sure Simon, see you later.

There was a knock on the door and you went out to the front door before letting Mark in and getting your shoes and bag and walking with him to the cafe.

"So you feeling any better?" He asked as you walked.

"Not really... I still feel pretty sick..." You answered half hearted and walked into the cafe. After you'd both gotten your drinks you sat down at one of the tables and sipped at your drinks.

"You OK going into work? I know what its like to have a fight with someone in public and have to see them a few days later."

"I'll be fine... I'll just... Go to my office and barricade myself in there all day." You answered.

"Don't do that, no one is gonna judge you. Were like a family."

"A very dysfunctional family..."

Mark gave you a look. "We are NOT dysfunctional. Look, everyone had fights, EVERYONE. I fight with my wife, I fight with Lewis sometimes and I'm pretty sure I've had an argument with everyone at Yogtowers at one point or another. Its nothing different than usual. Just relax. Everything will be fine. The only thing that's different at the moment is the fact that Lewis is moaping around the office."

You looked at him for a moment. "He's moaping?"

"Yeah he's being pretty marry about the whole thing. It'll get sorted out after a couple of days."

You agreed with Mark for once, everything should get sorted out and back to normal after a couple of days.

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Well, Mark couldn't have been more wrong. After a couple of days things has only gotten worse. You didn't even want to go in to work for any reason now, so you just sat on your bed, playing on different apps and checking your emails.

It had started out as just being awkward whenever you noticed Lewis walking around or when you were both involved in a recording together, and it had escalated from there. The first day you had noticed the red mark he had on his cheek, even though at first you thought Hannah had been joking it obviously wasn't true. You had walked straight past him and to your office and he had done the same to you. Awkward. The next day you had rejecting doing some of the series that had the both of you in and had just stuck to your own separate series and separate editing work. The day after you had avoided each other completely, and by the end of the week neither of you had spoken or seen each other or been involved in any series together. It was getting so bad that the fans were messaging asking where the other series were.

So you had decided to stay in today, it was a Friday and while that was usually one of your best days in the week, you hadn't even gotten out of your pyjamas yet. Then, your phone pinged. You looked at the message.

Simon - you need to come to Yogtowers. See you later.

You reread the message and sighed, Simon was never usually serious about anything, so this was a lot different to what you was used to. You got dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before pulling on your shoes and walking out of your house.

You made your way there slowly and didn't run up the stairs like usual, you simply walked up, looking down at your phone as you did so. You didn't pass anyone on the stairs and when you got to the doors no one was in the corridor. You didn't bother checking the common room and just walked to your office at the end of the hall. You heard whispering and annoyed voices outside from near the common room and just dropped your bag in the corner before looking around your office. A big bottle of jack Daniels was sat on your shelf, it made you feel sick, seen as you still weren't over the feeling yet. Maybe it had been through everything going wrong at the office. You walked over to your spinny chair and heard Simon talking to someone.

"Go talk to her. Now." He said. You gathered he was talking to Lewis and sighed, groaning in your head. You didn't want to even think about him at the moment. He made you feel more sick than the booze did. But surely enough you heard a footfall at your door, and unwillingly turned to see Lewis stood in your doorway, an unamused look on his face as he stood with his arms folded. You looked back down to your phone and noticed him sigh and turn back to Simon, who pushed him inside and closed the door. The raven haired man groaned and knocked on the door.

"Simon. Let me out. Now."

You looked at what was happening, putting your phone back down. "Not gonna happen buddy." Simons voice came back. "You two need to sort things out."

"We have nothing to say to each other."

"That's just the problem. Now, you can both come out when you've sorted everything out." Simon said, and you heard him locking the door from outside. You looked away when Lewis looked to you. He then groaned and punched the door.

"Let me out Simon!" He said angrily as you flopped down into your seat and swiveled from side to side slowly.

"No! Now sort things out. No one from the office is gonna let you out so you better get talking." And with that, Simon walked away, followed by a few of the others from the office. You noticed Mark, who mouthed something about him being sorry. You gave him a slight glare and looked down at your desk as the raven haired man kicked at the door and turned around to face your direction. He looked at the wall and then to the floor, obviously not wanting to look at you.

You watched him from the corner of your eye and continued to not turn to him. Neither of you showed any interest of talking or sorting things out. You knew you would have to eventually, for the Yogscast. But for the time being you were both so set in your own state of mind that neither of you wanted anything to do with the other.

You noticed him walking over to your shelf and picking up the jack Daniels bottle. You jumped up and put your hand forward to stop him opening it, you didn't want that smell to fill the office while you were stuck in here. "Don't!" You said, gripping the top of the bottle just above his hand.

"Why not?!" He answered, tugging at the bottle and looking straight at you. For once you didn't feel like blushing, you just grabbed the bottle angrily and tugged it back.

"Because its mine!" You shouted back. You both grabbed the bottle and attempted to pull it from each other, when the lid got flicked off and some of the liquid spilt onto both of yours shirts. You let go of the bottle and felt the smell going up your nose. It made you feel so sick that you looked up at him and quickly turned around, grabbing your bin and proceeding to unravel the contents of your stomach into it as you sunk to your knees. You felt his eyes on you and kept your back to him as you put the bin back down and spat into it, your throat burning. You heard the bottle being closed again and put back on the shelf, but that didn't stop the smell from your clothes. You felt yourself heave again but nothing came out this time.

Suddenly he was next to you, a hand on your back. "You alright...?" He asked, half heartfelt. Your gave a small nod and put your bin back where it had been before wiping away your tears and moving your hair back. You looked back to him and noticed he was holding out a chewing gum for you. You took it shakily and popped it into your mouth, hoping it would get rid of the taste and hopefully the smell. You saw him stand up and walk away and stood up yourself, turning to him. You looked up and saw what he was doing, taking off his shirt and putting it in the corner, probably hoping to get rid to the smell in case you were sick again. You looked down at your own top and zipped your jacket up fully before pulling your top from underneath and throwing it where he had thrown his. You both looked at each other and you looked away, blushing as you saw that he still had no top on. He looked down at himself and then opened the box you kept on your shelf with spare clothes in it. He pulled out a large hoodie and pulled it on. On him it wasn't as baggy as on you, and he zipped it up half way before putting his hands in his pockets. You looked down to the floor.

"For what its worth..." He said and you looked up. "I did say some things I shouldn't have."

You waited for the apology but none came, so you sat back in your chair and turned it away from him.

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For about half an hour after that you hadn't spoken, you felt like you were going insane. Simon had unplugged your computer and everything before locking you in there so you couldn't distract yourself with that, and your phone was almost out of charge. You had sent a few threatening messages to Turps and Simon but neither of them had opened the door.

Lewis at this point was sat down on top of one of the big plastic boxes that was at the back wall of your office and was throwing a ball at the wall and catching it again, looking very bored.

"Why don't we just act like we've made up?" He asked. You turned your chair to face him, an unimpressed look on your face.

"Or you could just beg. Wouldn't be the first time you've done so." You said, bitterness in your voice. You saw his eyes grow a bit more angry. He continued to throw his ball at the wall and you watched him. "I don't see why on earth you hired me in the first place if you thought all that stuff about me." You said. Your tone was cold. You looked to the right and saw Simon and a few others looking in at you both.

Lewis turned to look at you, standing up. "I was drunk."

"What when you hired me? I wouldn't be surprised."

He looked even more angry. "I hired you sober because your channel was successful and you could be a valuable member. If you wasn't such a bitch."

It was your turn to get angry. "If I'm such a bitch then why are you always flirting with me?" You asked. He glared.

"I never flirt with you!"

"Oh yeah, saying you love me when I get you a cup of tea? Winking at me?"

"I do that to everyone. Don't think you're anything special!"

You felt a dagger pierce your heart. "Well thanks very much..." You said, turning away and feeling the anger build within you. "You know what?" You turned to him. "I wish I'd never taken this job. You are such a condescending dick. You are loud, annoying and just a plain idiot. Fire me if you want. Because if I have to listen to you any more I'm going to quit anyway."

You waited for a response. It took a while.

"I'm not going to fire you."

"And why's that?"

"Because... I don't want to..." He said. he was talking calmly now.

"..." You stared at each other.

"You're a bitch. A full on, bitch. Not just that! But you're stupid. Full on, stupid."

You both began arguing again, like the other night, shouting at each other about everything. Simon had unlocked the door and a lot of people were walking in and telling you both to calm down but neither of you would listen. You were in the middle of a shouted angry sentence when Lewis out a hand to the back of your neck and pulled you forward, kissing you.
Everyone stopped talking and so did you. You were shocked, confused, but more importantly, above anything else, happy. Your stomach fleeted with tiny butterflies as the kiss continued and you began to kiss back. Every emotion was running through your mind, but most important of all, the best thing you felt, the most important thing you felt, above all else, was love. You were in love. And you didn't care about the other people who were in the room with their jaws dropped to the floor in shock. Because you was with Lewis, in each others arms with your lips locked together. Nothing could ruin this moment. Well, perhaps the childish clapping and giggles that came from Mark as he jumped up and down on the spot.