bodyguard // troyler

Chapter One

[ Troye's POV ]

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Two Weeks Later

I walk along the long hallway of my hotel, feeling the music blaring beneath my feet from rooms below. A gush of winter night air rushes from a balcony door beside me, making me shiver. I look up ahead to see Emma appearing from the elevator.

"Troye!" she yells excitedly, embracing me with her small frame. I really do like Emma; she is such a great manager and an amazing friend. What could I want more? She supports me and helps me with so many things, and I couldn't thank her enough.

"Hey Emma," I say smiling back at her. I guess I could say she does everything right. But I'm not so sure this time. Emma wants to have a 'serious' talk. Lately she has been extra nice to me, and I'm starting to get very suspicious of her motives. Wherever this is heading, I have a feeling that I'm not going to like this thing she wants to talk about.

"Now Troye, let's go back to your room and we can have that chat I was talking about earlier okay?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer her. I don't want to talk, so I just nod instead. The fact that this is serious scares me, what if something has happened to my family back in Perth? Surely they would call me straight away though. My mum wouldn't want Emma telling me something like that seeing as she would probably like to tell me herself.

But this is different, Emma is going to talk about this 'thing' with me whether I like it or not. It must be business orientated, although that scares me too.

Once we get to my door, I reach into my back pocket to fetch my keys. As I push the key into the lock the door slowly opens, making a creaking noise as it does so. My feet carry me to the couch at the left side of the room, and I fall onto it with a thud. Emma is still standing at the door, crossing her arms.

"What seems to be the problem?" I ask wearily, looking up at her. But she just stares at me, her eyes digging into my soul. Finally she walks over to the bed opposite the couch, and sits on the end of it facing me.

"I'm going to be direct and honest with you Troye. If you don't like this idea, then that's too bad. This is a decision that's very important for your safety and wellbeing. And it has to be put in place immediately" she says, still looking at me.

"Okay, I understand. Now can you explain what all of this is about?" Emma is now looking at the floor, avoiding eye contact. She almost seems hesitant to tell me. After about a minute of her looking at the ground below us, she glances back up at me with a hint of concern in her features.

"I've hired you a bodyguard," she states.

My jaw drops and I quickly turn my head to look away from her. The bones all over my body seem to freeze in time as I stare intensely at the pile of clothes on the floor. This is not what I was expecting. I mean, why on earth would I need a bodyguard? I'm not 100% sure if I'm okay with the idea that someone could be following me around 24/7. This is crazy, this can't be happening.

"Troye I'm sorry but it had to be done. There have been too many situations lately in which you have gotten hurt in a crowd, or someone has sent threats. I'm not going to risk it, I just want you to be safe," she continues. I turn my head once again to face her, looking into her eyes which are flooded with concern and honesty. Emma is right about the injuries from crowds and the threats from people. I just think that hiring a bodyguard is taking it a bit too far. What if this person she has hired is a grumpy old man with no life that has nothing better to do than tell me what to do or say all day? I'm not very fond of that idea at all.

"Actually, did you want to meet him now? He is waiting in the lobby." Emma suggests, nodding her head towards the door. This is all happening too quickly, I'm not sure if I can take much more surprises. What if I don't like the guy at all and I have to get along with him?

I slightly whisper an agreement and haul myself up from the very comfortable couch. Emma and I start walking out the door and down the hallway again. The music is still vibrating against my feet as I walk and the cold breeze has receded from the space of the room. For some reason my nerves start to pick up as we get closer and closer to the lobby. This is just some random guy, why am I so nervous to meet him? He also might be some scary, fit guy who looks like he can kill 10 people simultaneously.

We both enter the elevator and Emma reaches over and presses the button that will take us down to the ground floor. The room suddenly feels like it's closing in on me, and slowly taking away all the oxygen in the room. All four walls are covered in one big mirror each, I look to the one left of me seeing the terrified look on my face.

As the doors to the elevator slowly open, I see a head of messy light brown hair standing before me.

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A/N

heyyyy i hope u enjoyed that little cliffhanger. expect more of those in the future, seeing as i like them a lot. if this chapter seems short, then i apologise. this is the first long story i've written because i've only written short ones for school in the past (i'm not allowed to make those long) but yeeeeeee, hopefully my writing will improve as i go so at the moment just bear with any crappy short chapters hahah. in the introduction i have gotten 32 reads, but i'm happy with that because honestly i just want to write this and not care about who reads my stories or how much people read it

that's all for now, sorry for the rant