A/N: OMG guys, I just published a new story called The Sirius Tale of Nycole Black. It's a Harry Potter fanfic and I'd rather not give too much away, so go check it out. But please read the description first before reading the story. It won't make a lick of sense if you don't. Entyways, here's chapter twenty-one. 👏👏👏👏👏
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~(Y/N)'s POV~
Today is probably the worst day of my life. No, wait. Probably the second worst compared to the morning after ComicCon. But today, was the day Mark had to go back home. My mother, father, and sister said they're goodbyes. Mark walked to his car and I followed out too. I closed the front door behind me. I leaned on his car and crossed my arms. "So, I guess this is goodbye?" I was trying to hold back tears. Mark put his bag in the trunk and closed it. He came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Not goodbye. Just, see you later." He smiled and I put my head to his chest as I cried a little. He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. I felt a few teardrop on my head and I knew he was crying too. He held my cheeks in his hands and kissed my forehead and then my lips. He pulled away and wiped his tears. He got into his car and started it. I wiped away my tears as he rolled down his window to hold my hand. We smiled and he let go. He pulled out of the driveway and drove off. I stood there with my arms crossed.

I went back inside and my mother came to me. "Are you ok, (Y/N)?" I nodded. "I'm fine. Promise." I smiled and went to my room. I laid on my bed and looked at my ring and twisted it around my finger as I thought of him. I soon fell asleep at thought of him laying next to me. I had a lovely dream of our wedding and how perfect it was.

~Mark's POV~
I didn't want to leave her. I felt bad for doing so. But I had to. I had to get back home and pick up Chica from the doggy daycare. I also had to make videos for my fans. As I drove off, I couldn't help but think about when we get married and she's finally with me forever. She'd be in my videos. I'd show her how to edit so she can help me. Just her being with me in general is enough. Just waking up next to her every morning is all I want.

Halfway home, I needed to stop for gas. I stopped at a 7-Eleven. I filled my tank and decided to call (Y/N). The phone rang twice before she answered. "Hello, handsome. How are you?" God, how I missed her voice. "Hey, beautiful, I'm doing good. I'm at a 7-Eleven right now. Had to get gas." I smiled. "Well, that's good. How far away are you from being home?" I thought for a moment. "I'm about halfway there." I said. "Okie dokie. Call me when you get home so I know you made it home safely. Love you." I smiled and nodded. "I will. Love you, too. Bye." I hung up. Once I had a full tank of gas, I put back the pump nozzle and closed my gas door and got back on the road.

~(Y/N)'s POV~
It was about another hour or so before my phone rang again. I picked it up and answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Hello, handsome." I said a little flirty. "Hello, beautiful. Just checking in to say I made it home safely." I smiled and let go of a breath I never knew I was holding. "Thank you. Glad you're home safely." I heard some barking in the back ground. "Calm down, girl. It's ok." I heard Mark mumbling to his dog, Chica. "Is that Chica?" I said with a little gasp. "Yup. And she seems to be freaking out for some strange reason..." His voice trailed off and I heard knocking in the background.  "Mark? Is everything alright?" Mark didn't answer for a moment. "Mark?" I was beginning to worry. "Everything's fine. I'll call you back in just a second. I promise. Love you." And with that, he hung up. I looked down at my phone. What was that about?

~Mark's POV~
I heard the knocking on my door once more. Chica was growling at the door. I went to look through the peephole to see who it was. It was a woman I had meet before. I think her name was, Samantha. "Samantha? Why are you hear?" I could see that she'd been crying. But what for? "I need your help, Mark. Please." I quickly opened the door to let her in. "What's wrong, Sammy?" I closed the door and led her to the couch to sit down. "I just broke it off with my boyfriend, er, ex now." She was still crying a little, so I grabbed the box of tissues for her. "What happened? If you don't mind me asking." She took a few tissues and blotted her eyes. "He was abusive. I couldn't take it anymore. So, I broke it off and he hit me, several times. He wouldn't let me leave. I finally broke loose and-and I didn't know where else to go. Sorry to bother you so late." I hugged her. "Hey, it's ok. Whenever you need me, no matter the time, I'll be here for you." I let go and she smiled at me. "Thanks Mark." I smiled back. "No problem."

Just then, my phone rang. I picked it up and answered it. "Mark? Are you ok?" I sighed a little. "Yes babe, I'm perfectly fine." I heard her sigh in relief. "Thank goodness. Um, who was at the door? If you don't mind me asking." I looked at Samantha. "Just an old friend who needed me." Samantha smiled at me. "Alright, I'm just glad you're ok." I laughed a little. "Were you worried about me? A lot?" I chuckled a little. "Of course I was worried. You're my fiancé. Am I supposed to not be worried about you?" I grinned. "Of course you're supposed to be worried about me. Especially since you're my fiancé." I saw Samantha frown a little and my grin fell. "Well, I should be getting to bed and so should you. Goodnight, Markimoo. Love you." I smiled as my heart rate went up. "Goodnight, (Y/N)iplier. Love you, too." I hung up. "You...you're engaged?" Samantha's face was pale. "Yes, Sammy, I am." Samantha got up off the couch. "I really am sorry to bother you. I should be going." As she walked off, I grabbed her arm. "Where are you going? Back home? No. I won't let him hurt you again. We may not be together anymore, but you're still my best friend and I don't like to see you hurt." I let go of her arm. "Then what do you suppose I do?" I thought for a moment. "The guest bedroom is clean. You are welcome to stay as long as you'd like." She smiled and ran at me. She jumped on me and hugged me. "Thank you so much Mark." I hugged her back. "Alright, you should probably get some sleep. I know I need to. Goodnight, Sammy." I headed for the stairs. "Goodnight, Mark." She went to the guest room and I went to my room. I best not tell (Y/N). She might not like this too well, but I have to do what I have to do.
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A/N: Oh no, Mark's is hiding this from you, but you have no clue what's going on. Hope it gets resolved quickly before you find out. Entyways, I will be updating my HP story as well tonight (hopefully). If not, it shall be done tomorrow. Also, I finally came up with a name for you guys. I shall now refer to you as my Dreamers. Don't ask why, it just suits y'all. (To be honest, I don't know why myself.) Okie dokie then, stay awesomely weird. Peace out my Dreamers.😜✌️