Dream

Chapter 19: The Love Story

Tyler's POV:

I was so happy when Troye said the, "yes" because I had a load off my chest. After that, we loved each other more than we have ever before. After that, we hugged for what seemed like years, and we watched movies upon movies on end. I believe that whatever happens, we will always love each other no matter what happens between us. I just hope nobody leaks that we are getting married soon. Troye, before we went to bed, told me something that made me squeal.

"Tyler?" he asked. "How would you react if I said that I'm moving here, into an apartment only a floor above yours?"

"I'm going to show you what I'm going to do," I say excitedly. So, after saying that, I ripped my shirt of and with it in my hands, twirled it above my head while I was running around the apartment, yelling. That's right, I did that. So cringe-worthy but do I care? Obviously not. When I put my shirt back on and looked at my Troye, he was on the ground, laughing his head off.

"Tilly," he says. "I can't breathe. That was so funny oh my God." He finally sat up, red from him dying. "I fell off the couch I hope that was worth it for you."

We both laughed histarically and talked about what I did for the rest of the night. I mean, what was I thinking??? Why would I not embarrass myself in front of my fiancé on a night where we weren't even drunk? That, ladies and gentlemen, is a question I don't know the answer to.

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The next morning, Troye wasn't on the couch, for yet he was next to me, staring at me with this face that shows love. "Goodmorning Tilly!" he says happily, for that he thinks when I wake up, I look angelic.

"Goodmorning, Troye," I smiled. Waking up with his shirtless self on my bed beside me made me think of our future. I didn't know what else to say or do, so I got up and went to the kitchen. Troye followed quickly behind, smiling his giant, goofy smile. When I looked in there, I saw things that make me happy. Coffee, which is my life, and a few homemade glazed donuts. "TROYE YOU DID NOT." I scream in delight. I turned around, hugged his bare, skinny chest and told him, "Where's your breakfast?"

"I'm making mine right now," he explains, pointing over to the donut maker I didn't even know I had. I wait for him to take his breakfast from the maker, put glaze on it, and sit at my plain white table with me.

"Troye, how about we do something grand today," I suddenly say as I'm sipping my coffee.

A/N: IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED IN A WHILE. This long chapter is my: Please Don't Get Mad So I Gave You A Longer Chapter chapter. I hope you guys somewhat enjoyed that. This one ended on a cliffhanger whoa. BUT 800 READS HOLY CRAP. THAT 200 FROM 1k! I love you guys so much wow I never thought this could happen.

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