I Turned Him? A Troye Sivan Fan-Fic *Completed*

Dropping Grocery Bags

**Troyes POV**
"Casper, I'll be right back."
I walked out of my room, and down the stairs to the living room. When I saw she wasn't there, I walked to the kitchen.
Dreu was standing, in the middle of the kitchen, with a big spoon of Nutella in one hand, and the jar in the other, the door wide open.
"You're letting all the cold out," I laugh as she jumps.
"Jesus Troye! You scared the shit outta me!"
"Sorry," I laugh more, "Hey, you're gonna eat all the Nutella!"
"It's mine to begin with,"
"Gimme some!!!" I yell as I attack her.
"Noooooooo," she yells and we end up on the floor.
She straddles me.
"I won!"
"Nope," I roll her over, "I win!"
"Will you let me up now? Pleeeeeeaase?"
"Give me some Nutella."
She takes the spoon that still had Nutella, and put up close to my mouth. She puts it in my mouth and I take a bite. When I give it back, there is still a good amount on the spoon. When she sees I didn't eat it all, she shoves it in her mouth, with a muffled,
"No more, Troye Boy."
I rolled off of her laughing.
I was still laying on the kitchen floor next to her. I turn my head to look at her, and she turns hers at the same time. We laid there looking into each others' eyes for what seemed like forever, but only could have possibly been a few seconds. Her face seemed to be getting closer, and thats when I realized that I was leaning in.
All of a sudden, we were kissing. It wasn't rough, or needy, or hard, or fast. All of our movements were slow, and gentle, and held so much passion.
That's when I noticed this feeling. This feeling of love and compassion. The feeling that I would kill anyone who would try to hurt her or take her way from me. The feeling that if anything happened to her, would absolutely tear me apart.

It was in that moment I realized, that I was no doubt, head over heels, for Amealia Dreu Deyes.

When she pulled away, I looked I to her eyes once more.
"Dreu?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you go by Dreu, instead of Ame-"
"Because I hate it," she cut me off.
"Why? It's beautiful," I started. I cupped her face, "like you."
I kissed her again, ever so gently, just so she'd know, how much I meant what I said.
That kiss though, led to more than I had expected, not that I was complaining.
The more intense it got, we sat up. She ended up on my lap somehow. My hands went under her shirt, and her's were in my hair.
All of a sudden the door opened, revealing a very pissed Alfie.
Why does everyone always walk on during these moments?
"What the hell!?"
He dropped the grocery bags.
"Off!" He demanded, pointing.
I remembered then that Dreu was still straddled on my lap.
"Your room. Now." he demanded again.
"And you," he pointed to me, "In my house? In my kitchen? With my sister? What even?"
"I-I- I don't know actually. w-we were fighting over Nutella and then we kissed, and then I called her beautiful and then we kissed again and then, yeah."
I could just feel the anger and tension in the room.
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Authors Note-
Don't hate me guys. I know I haven't updated in a long time but I've had school and I've had writers block, and competitions am yeah. No excuses I know but I'm sooooooorrrrrrrrryyyyyyy.
I love you guys though!!!!
Thanks for reading!