Until Your Last Breath (Troyler)

Chapter Six

Tyler POV

"No, I'll do it." Troye rolled his eyes at my words but he was blushing faintly. 

"Aw, you're such a gentleman!" Troye said sarcastically, making me roll my eyes in turn. I glanced around for a bin before looking back at Troye who was already looking at me causing my heart to flutter a bit.

"Stay here, okay?" I passed him Nala's dog leash then checked for cars.

 "Okay." Troye said mischievously, why did he have that look on his face? It took me a moment before I realised he was referencing The Fault In Our Stars.

"Okay." I winked at him as I stepped onto the road. I walked into the middle of the road and stopped, I could feel Troye's gaze on me. Why was he watching me cross the road? I reached the other side of the road and threw the plastic bag in the bin, scrunching my nose up a bit at the foul smell. 

I quickly checked left and right then began to walk across the road. I suddenly got a weird, unexpected, sinking feeling in my stomach when I placed my foot onto the road. What the fuck? I felt uncomfortable but instead of stepping back off the road, I started to jog across the road, so I could get to Troye as fast as I could. 

I stopped in the middle again to let a few cars drive past. I looked up at Troye to calm myself down like he always did, but he seemed worried about something and he was a bit pale. He was lit up by the streetlights, since they were the only light. I smiled at him, noticing that he was still watching me. Had he been watching me the whole time?

The whole section of road in front of me was illuminated by the streetlights and for some reason that made me feel slightly better. I walked across, but because of how bright it was on this half of the road I didn't see the cars swerve around the corner until it was a few metres away from me.  

The thoughts in my head were frantic, although my body was completely frozen from fear. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I know I am. My throat locked, I couldn't scream, I couldn't shout. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Troye sprinting towards me. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for contact with the car. 

When the car did hit me I was surprised by the force, finally screaming as my body was flung over to the side of the road. Pain ripped through every single inch of my body as I came crashing down onto the hard concrete. I was sure I had broken every bone in my body. Tears of pain came rushing out of my eyes as I hissed through my teeth.  

"TYLER!" I heard Troye yell, although all my senses were hazy. My heart broke when I saw him crying, I didn't want him to cry, that's what I was supposed to do. Troye lifted my head gently onto his lap. I scrunched my eyebrows in pain when my head hit his legs. 

"T-troye, it h-hurts, make it st-top." I whimpered, the tears burning some parts of my face, I must be bleeding. Troye seemed to cry even harder when I said this, his tears falling into my face.

"I know baby, shh I'm going to call an ambulance" I felt a pang of pain in my heart when I heard how frail Troye's voice was. 

I closed my eyes as Troye was calling the ambulance. The pain was almost unbearable, I bit my lip so hard in almost drew blood. It was the worst type, the burning, stinging ache that stopped you from thinking about anything else. I scrunched my face up, breathing heavily through my nose. I tried not to cry, I wanted to be strong for Troye, I wanted to be his shoulder to cry on. 

"Ti-ily? The ambulance is coming, you'll be okay, y-you'll be fine." Troye's voice broke through my thoughts. I winced at how shaky his voice was. He sounded so sad, and I hated myself for causing him to be like that. I wanted to comfort him; I wanted him to stop crying. 

"Okay, I love you Troye Sivan." I don't exactly know why I said this. I was scared it was the last time I told him I loved him but I was determined that it wouldn't be. For some reason, Troye's stream of tears ran faster and a whimper clawed out of his throat. Was he thinking the same thing as me?  

"I love you too, Tilly Oakley." I winced a bit when his hand fell flat against my forehead to run his fingers through my hair but relaxed under his touch. As he continued to stroke my hair I fell asleep, the gentle, rhythmic touch of Troye's hand calming me. 

When I woke up my head was still on Troye's lap, my heart instantly sinking when I realised the car crash wasn't a dream. I kept my eyes shut and tried not to flinch as the pain rushed back into my body. I regret waking up, deciding the pain was worse than earlier. My head was pounding, arms and legs stinging from scratches and it was difficult to breathe. I was certain I had broken my ribs, taking in small, jerky breaths. Why was the ambulance taking so long? 

"Tilly, the ambulance is coming. Zoe and Alfie will be here soon too, you'll be okay." Troye's voice startled me a bit but my heart rate stilled when I processed his words. And even though it was the wrong time and everything was shit, I had to fight off a smile at how genuinely cute I thought it was how Troye was talking to me in my "unconscious" state. I heard a car pull up next to us, accompanied by the sound of worried voices. 

"Tyler, Troye, what happened?" Alfie's worried tone made me guilty all over again, this was my entire fault. 

"A c-car hit him." I immediately wanted to sit up and wrap my arms around Troye when I heard his unsteady voice again. I let out a breath, although I quickly regret it when a stab of pain appeared in my rib area. 

 I heard the sound of heels clicking against the floor, was that Zoe? There was a ruffle of clothing then Troye's and Zoe's sobs mixed. I so desperately wanted them to stop crying, the guilt was almost as bad as the pain. Zoe whispered something to Troye as his cries began to intensify. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek, and another. How did my life get so shitty in the space of five minutes? 

It was hard to keep tears in; I hated myself for causing this. I never wanted to see Troye or Zoe cry. I'm so fucking stupid. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming so hard it must have caused blood. I deserved to be punched, or hit, I made my boyfriend and my friends cry. Their crying physically hurt me, giving me a different type of pain that felt like heartbreak. As my mind reeled with anger I furrowed my brows, seething at my own actions in silence. 

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Author's Note: yo hi wheeeeee here's the last chappie in Tyler's POV yay I'm sooooooo close to finishing writing this fic and iTS FRICKING TERRIBLE I CRY AS I WRITE ANd I HAVE TO STOP AND TAKE A MOMENT TO REGAIN MYSELF AND mY SANITY THEN CONTINUE AND THEN REPEAT ThE PROCESS AGAIN FIVE MINUTES LATER 

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