Every day it seemed to be something new. He was either too tired from jet lag, tired from stream, tired from vlogging, tired from Twitter, tired from everything. It was obviously taking a toll on your relationship. At least on your side.

You didn’t blame him, not at all! Being famous as a teenager into adulthood couldn’t have been easy for him, and doing what he dreamed always mad you happier than anything— it made him happy, that’s why.

Now he was in bed with you, cuddling, but you couldn’t help but feel awkward and uncomfortable. It felt like snuggling with a friend rather than being comfy with your boyfriend, unfortunately.

“C’mon,” he murmured, his right hand cupping your cheek gently, his thumb rubbing small circles. “Tell me whats up. I can fix it, most likely.” He reassured you, brushing his curly blonde hair out of his face.

“I can tell you’re.. irritated? Upset? Something in that category.” He frowned.