Valentine (troyler AU)

Chapter Thirty-Five

After this go read the phan oneshot I wrote it’s fluffy and smutty and cute and Dan’s v shy and it’s good go read it

Tyler’s pov

I immediately regretted sneaking out of Troye’s house, once I was safely tucked away in my own. In the heat of the moment I’d left, thinking that it would be my only chance to. I knew Troye well enough to know that he’d overthink every single detail, and figure that he’d done something wrong, which he hadn’t. I just couldn’t help but feel the air of awkwardness and tension in the air. It was hard to forget about running your hands quickly and desperately over your best friends body, who you admittedly had feelings for, but shouldn’t.

Even thinking about it now left me wanting more, which I knew I shouldn’t. I wanted to touch him more and kiss him more, which was entirely and completely wrong. This mindset could easily lead to the two of us doing something much worse. But even so, I didn’t regret what we did together, although I should. And I would never admit to Troye that I’d enjoyed everything we’d done, and still wanted to do more.

Although I really shouldn’t have left Troye’s house without an explanation. It was rude and immature of me, and Troye probably wouldn’t even blame me for it. Right now he’s probably fretting about what he might’ve done to make me run away, when really it wasn’t even his fault. The only reason I’d left was because of me. I left because of the way I felt for Troye, and that was it. I was trying to punish myself for feeling for him the wrong way by not letting myself hang out with him, and not letting myself get close enough to him to kiss him again. I figured that by staying away, I could smother my feelings for him.

I rolled over, pushing my face into a pillow and groaning loudly. It seemed like no matter what I did, I couldn’t stop my feelings for Troye from ruining things for us. I wondered how Troye had yet to notice them, and then avoid me for the fact that I had some weird crush on him. Friends weren’t supposed to get crushes on friends. Friends weren’t supposed to want to fuck their friends. That’s just wrong.

As I pitied myself for something that seemed entirely too out of my control, my phone began to buzz insistently. I picked it up, glancing at the screen to see that Dan was calling, and answered, pressing the phone against my ear. It seemed as if he were yet to realize that I had answered the phone, and by he I meant Phil, as it was his voice I could hear, and was still talking to someone in the background.

“Yeah we could make a spooky graveyard! To go with the movie!” Phil said, his voice slightly quiet since it wasn’t pressed directly against the phone.

“Us baking? Do you realize how horrible that would end up?” Said a familiar voice, even quieter than Phil’s. It was Dan’s.

“Hello?” I said, deciding to get Phil’s attention since I had no idea what was going on.

“Tyler!” Phil exclaimed. “Hey!”

“What’s up?” I asked, picking at a thread on my bed. I mainly just wanted to get back to being sad and dwelling over my sad thoughts. Then I would probably get some ice cream, and have a sad snack. Afterwards I planned to take a sad nap.

“We want you to come watch scary movies with us!” Phil shouted, sounding excited. I resisted the urge to groan. They wanted to hang out? I had plans. Sad plans.

“We?” I asked, pretending that I didn’t know who was with him.

“Oui, oui! Je mange le petite enfant,” Phil said, making me crinkle my nose in confusion.

“Tu me est une prostitute!” Dan yelled, his voice still distant.

“What?” I said, pulling my phone away from my ear to stare at the screen in confusion. I was talking to Phil right? Where did all this French come from?