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In The Crowd, Alone.

Troye's POV:
What had it been? 4 days since that terrible meet up? I didn't know, and I didn't care either. Time didn't matter to me anymore, I was just floating indifferently through this so-called life.
To my surprise, I didn't feel that itching need to cut. I didn't feel anything. I just felt empty, like a hollow shell.

Call me melodramatic, but she crushed my heart. She did it ruthlessly, without any remorse. While I'll always feel something for Noah Hennessy, I'll never forget how she made me feel, or rather how she forced me not to feel.
I sighed and pulled myself out of the warm cocoon I had created in my bed.
I had no idea where I was going, I just had to go somewhere.

So I pulled on a pair of socks, accompanied by some shoes and some
shades to hide the dark circles clinging to my eyelids. A reminder that I hadn't slept and was crying all night. My friends had tried to contact me. All night they were blowing up my phone with calls and messages. I couldn't bring myself to look at them.

I quietly wrote a note on a complimentary sticky pad on the coffee table and slipped out of my hotel room.
I walked tiny way to the door next to mine. I crouched, finding a crack between the carpet and the door. I sighed, sliding the note under the note and taking off towards the elevators.
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Noah's POV:
Tyler sat cross legged on the floor in front of me, taking in the words I was saying, mulling them over.
"It-it just happened. I was drunk and it was a mistake." I finished
For the first time in five minutes I looked into Tyler's eyes.
He was staring back at me, trying to make sense of the situation.
"You slept with PJ." He repeated
"Yes but, me and Troye weren't really together. Not officially" I replied
Stupid.
"So you don't take your relationships seriously?"
"No! I mean, yes!" I sighed and hung my head. I'd ruined everything.
There was a knock at the door, which made me look at the door, and then at Tyler.
He frowned at me for a second but then hauled himself up and made his way over to the door.
I looked back down, various self depreciating thoughts swimming through my brain.
I heard whispers from the door.
"Oh my god. You look terrible. Are you sure you want to come in? Noah's here. Are you sure?"
I raised my eyes once more to the door as Tyler walked back in with a pale looking Troye trailing behind him. I gulped.
I silently thanked all the gods I could think of that my face was covered by a curtain of dark hair, so most of my blush was hidden.
Silence.
"Hello." Said Troye, simply.
I opened my mouth to reply, I formed the words, but no sound came out.
"Well, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." Tyler swiftly shuffled out of the room.
I had to say something
"I'm- I'm sorry." I said "for everything "
"Don't be." He smiled a sad smile. "My mother always said I had a way of finding trouble,"
"You should forget about me" I murmured.
"Even if I wanted to I would never be able to, Noah."
"You should try then." Tears welled up in my eyes, my voice thick.
He sat softly beside me and cupped my chin.
"I love you" he said staring into my eyes.
I shook my head.
"Don't. I ruined everything."
"I know." He admitted. "I may be an idiot for this, but I still love you. When I was all alone in my hotel room I hated you. I hated what you did with him and what you did to me. But now I can see you in the flesh I know you didn't mean to hurt anyone at all."

I stared back into his eyes. How could he be so forgiving? How could so much love be in one human being? How could a person be so perfect?

A tear escaped my eye, and it rolled down my cheek. He wiped it away swiftly with his thumb. As he brought his hand away I grabbed it, with no intentions of letting go and held it there against my cheek. Cold.
"I love you too, Troye Sivan."