A/N: Sorry it's been so long. Hopefully you'll like this chapter.

Anthony did a little yawn and rolled over to find Ian staring at him.

"I thought you were never gonna wake up," Ian chuckled slightly.

Anthony checked the clock before rolling his eyes. "It's still pretty early in the morning Ian," he muttered before closing his eyes again.

"Nine o'clock is not early. We have quite a lot to do today," Ian pointed out.

"Like what?" Anthony asked him, not quite fully awake yet.

"Well we have to eat, there's a signing, we're meeting up with Joey and Meghan-

"We're meeting up with Joey and Meghan?!" Anthony interrupted him.

Ian had to use every ounce of self-control in him not to face palm at that moment. He knew that Anthony was usually pretty slow when he had just woken up but this was getting ridiculous. "For lunchtime with Smosh, remember? You're the one who arranged it in the first place!" Ian told him.

A look of realisation passed across Anthony's face. "Well now that you mention it, I do vaguely remember doing something like that," Anthony said sheepishly. "That sucks."

"Why?" Ian asked, slightly surprised by what Anthony was saying.

"It's our last full day here. I wanted to have you to myself," Anthony explained.

Ian struggled to hide the smile that was playing at his lips. Anthony could be really sweet without even meaning to. "We still have loads of time if you get out of bed now," Ian said.

"Fine fine," Anthony grumbled, slightly annoyed when he realised that Ian was right. He slowly dragged himself out of the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

As soon as Anthony was out of sight, Ian sighed and allowed the thoughts from the previous night to invade his mind. He hadn't been able to sleep at all. Instead, he had been battling with his own mind whilst his best friend slept peacefully by his side, his chest rising and falling steadily. He guilt had been keeping him awake; he knew that he and Anthony were doing something really wrong. Everybody knows that cheating is wrong but you never realise how easy it is to get caught up in it until you're doing it yourself. He didn't want to be that kind of person, the kind of person who cheats on his girlfriend and potentially ruins everything. He had no idea what was going to happen when they left Playlist and went back home. Would they continue seeing each other in private? How long would it be before someone found out and the whole thing blew up in their faces? It was all happening too fast; things wouldn't necessarily work out between him and Anthony and then he would end up losing his best friend as well as his girlfriend. There were too many risks, too many chances for things to go wrong. But when he kissed Anthony, there was something really special there. It should have been awkward kissing his best friend of fifteen years but it wasn't, and each time it happened, it just left him wanting more. It's scared and excited him at the same time. When he looked up into Anthony's dark brown eyes, he felt completely safe. Whenever they made eye contact, they didn't have to look away to prevent things becoming awkward like they usually did. Ian didn't want that to go away. But he also knew that he loved his girlfriend and he couldn't just throw away their relationship after more than five years of being together. He had always pictured Melanie as being the one he was going to marry but now he wasn't so sure anymore. Love is way too complicated.

Ian was still wrapped up in thought when Anthony returned from the bathroom, the white towel on his hips barely covering him up.

"Ian!" Anthony almost shouted, snapping him out of his trance.

"What?" Ian asked him, slightly startled by the sudden loudness. He looked over at Anthony but quickly averted his eyes when he saw that he was barely clothed.

A smirk formed on Anthony's face when he noticed Ian's obvious embarrassment but that didn't stop him from being slightly irritated. "I was trying to ask you about what time we're meeting up with Joey and Meghan," he rolled his eyes impatiently.

"About one," Ian muttered, the previous vacant look in his eyes invading his face once again. Anthony could see that Ian was clearly worrying about something but he wasn't sure he wanted to find out what it was. Despite his reservations, his duty as a best friend took over and he sat down beside Ian.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked him, gently bumping their shoulders together as he did so.

Ian was more than aware that Anthony was practically naked and touching him which didn't exactly make it any easier for him to say what he needed to. "I'm really tired. I didn't really get much sleep last night," Ian said whilst trying very hard not to scan his eyes over Anthony's bare chest, pink neck, permanently flushed cheeks, slightly damp wavy hair and warm thigh that was pressed against his own but it was too late. He was already aroused.

Oblivious to the effect he was having on Ian, Anthony flicked his bangs out of his eyes with his signature hair flip and looked at him with concern. "How come you couldn't sleep? Did I disturb you?"

Anthony's genuine concern for him caused Ian to nervously fidget with his hands. He didn't want to make him feel bad but he had to tell the truth. "I don't think I can do this anymore," he mumbled quickly, staring at the floor.

Ian's response was too rushed for Anthony to be able to make any sense of it. "Could you say that again?"

"You and me," Ian sighed. "I can't do this anymore. I can't."

Anthony was silent for a while, turning his head so that Ian couldn't see the disappointment etched onto his face. "What made you change your mind?" Anthony asked him, attempting to sound casual but the cracks in his voice instantly giving away his emotions.

"I was up all night thinking about it, trying to make sense of what's happening between us. I love it but I don't want it to screw things up in the future. It's too risky. I mean, what would happen when Playlist is over and we go back home? Sooner or later people would find out what's going on and we could lose everything. And if it doesn't work out between us then it would have all been for nothing," Ian replied, finally gaining the courage to look at Anthony's face properly. He felt a twinge of guilt when he saw how upset he was but at the same time, he was relieved that Anthony seemed pretty calm.

"I guess you're right," Anthony admitted and rubbed the back if his neck. "I kind of wish I had never kissed you now. It would have saved us a lot of trouble."

It's not your fault Anthony. I'm just too irresistible," Ian chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Anthony shook his head in mock disbelief. "You're seriously trying to make me feel better by complimenting yourself?"

"Well, is it working?" Ian grinned at him.

"...Maybe," was Anthony's hesitant response.

Ian laughed at the smile that Anthony was trying so desperately to conceal and leaned in to kiss him softly. Without thinking, Anthony kissed him back for a moment before pulling away in confusion. "I thought you said we couldn't do this anymore," he said with eyebrows slightly raised.

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't make the most of this opportunity," Ian lightly trailed his fingertips down Anthony's chest before looking at him suggestively.

His eyes opened wide when he realised what Ian was implying. "So basically you want to hook up with me and then dump me for your girlfriend?"

"That's not how it is," Ian reasoned.

"That's exactly how it is Ian!" Anthony exclaimed, backing away from him in anger. "You can't just mess with my feelings like that. One minute you're making me one of the happiest people alive and the next minute you make me want to strangle you. It's obvious that this isn't as important to you as it is to me so just forget about it."

Ian looked taken aback at Anthony's outburst. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way," Ian sighed whilst looking down in shame. "I want to give us a chance to be together and see how it goes but there's just so much to lose. Our girlfriends, our friends, our jobs but worst of all, I could lose you as a best friend. I never want to lose you. I...I love you too much to let that happen."
Anthony didn't know what to say to that. There were too many thoughts and questions running through his head. He couldn't even speak properly; a large lump had lodged itself in his throat and it wouldn't budge.

The long silence was starting to feel uncomfortable and Ian just had to say something. "Anthony, are you okay?" Ian asked tentatively, unsure whether Anthony was going to lash out at him or start crying.

"When you…when you said you love me, did you mean...?" he left the question hanging in the air, not quite able to finish his sentence.

"Yeah I guess I love you in that way," Ian smiled slightly, more out of nervousness than actual happiness. There was no going back now that he had said those fatal words. "I know you don't feel the same way but it just seemed like the right moment to say it."

Ian wasn't prepared for the hard punch that Anthony delivered to his shoulder. "Of course I feel the same way you idiot. That's why this is so hard for me," Anthony said aggressively. His tone softened slightly, however, when he saw Ian trying to disguise a wince. "Sorry for punching you."

"Love hurts," Ian laughed and just like that, everything seemed okay. It wasn't perfect but it was okay, and that was good enough for them.

"Hey, about breakfast," Anthony began.

"Yeah?" Ian asked
"We're getting room service," Anthony decided.

"Sounds good to me," Ian smiled.

A/N: Don't kill me? Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to upload some more soon :)