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

Dan's Car

**Alfie's P.O.V.**
I had Troye and Dreu sitting on the couch, very far apart, giving them along talk.
"I was actually considering it, until I saw what you were doing, in my kitchen, might I add. Troye, you're gay. You've always been gay. I will not accept you 'turning' just to get some from my sister."
"No, Alf-"
"You did that? Troye," I looked to my sister and she was crying. She stood up and ran out of the room and then we heard a door slam.
"Alfie, I really like her. A lot. We have only kissed. Today was the first time actually. And then later we were both in the kitchen and it just happened again. I reeeaaally lov-"
"You love her?"
"So much," he looked up at me, "so much, it hurts."
"I don't want you around her." I stated.
"What? Alfie no! Please! Please. Please," he fell to the ground crying.
I couldn't stand seeing him like this. I walked away, leaving him in the living room, sobbing.

I was walking to my room when Dreu came out in a short black dress, and her makeup was dark, heavy, and sloppy.
She sniffles, "I'm going out."
"No you're not Dreu,"
"Yeah. I am."
Her phone rang.
"That's the guy I'm going with.
Hello? Hey Dan. Yeah, I'm ready."
She kept walking straight.
Dan? Dan Howel?
"Dan... Dan Howel?" I gulped.
"Yeah. Now I'm leaving."
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**Dreu's POV**
I looked like a slut. I'm not denying it. I was so upset, I just needed some alcohol and I needed to get out. Dance, relieve some stress.
I walked down the pathway, and got into Dans car.
"You look really hot," he said as he put his hand on my leg about mid thigh.
"Thanks." I say, a bit blandly.
"I mean it. You look sexy," he smirks.
He starts moving his hand up. He then, was only about an inch, from my, uh, girly spot that Dan shouldn't be touching.
He park the car finally, but it's not where I thought we'd be though.
"D-Dan?" I stutter, "Where are we?"
"You, you look really hot."
"Dan, what are you-"
He started kissing my neck.
"Dan." I said sternly.
"Baby, just shut up and enjoy it," he demanded.
I felt his hand on my thigh once again. He began to run it up until he was less than an inch from my crotch.
"Dan," I said, using all the force in my body not to moan, because he started sucking on my sweet spot.
"Dan," I tried again, pushing.
"Dan, I don't want this."
"Then get over it."
He put his hand on my crotch.
I put my hand on his, and moved it off of me. He put his hand on my left breast forcefully pushing me against the seat of his car.
"Dan!" I cried out.
At this, he put his hand back on my crotch, and put it under my dress. He shoved it into my panties and began feeling my naked vagina.
"Please! Stop! Please don't do this," I cried.
He made his way down to my entrance and began rubbing.
"Stop Dan! Please!"
He started kissing me to shut me up. He entered me, but I didn't let him even have a second inside of me.
"Please! Stop!" I yelled.
I finally grew the balls I needed and pushed him off of my body and opened the car door. I stepped out and began running. I had managed to grab my phone and dialed the first number I could.
As it rang, and I didn't even know who I was calling, I began to sob.
"Hello?" I heard that angelic voice, but this time it sounded like he was crying.
"Troye," I choked out.