I've Been Waiting (troyler AU)

part 2.

Pulling up at the ER, I rushed out, sprinting to the front desk.

"Troye Sivan-here to see Tyler Oakley," I spoke quickly, not wanting to waste one second.

"Sir we're going to have to ask you to please wait, I have a custome-" the receptionist spoke in monotone, barely even looking up.

I slammed my fist hard on the table. "NOW. I NEED TO SEE HIM NOW." I shouted. This got her to look up.

"Troye? Tyler's down this way," a blonde lady, in her 30's maybe, made an entrance at the end of the hall. I ran over quick. She began to tell me about a plane crash, how it was sudden, but Tyler was one of two survivors. They didn't know where his life stood yet, but I couldn't bring myself to pay attention to details. She lead us down a million halls, and we stopped at a closed room. She gestured me to go in first. I opened the door to a half closed eye Tyler Oakley. He had bruises coloring his skin, and several wires connected to his skin. I froze, feeling the tears form in my eyes. Gosh this isn't right. This is so so so so wrong. I immediately made my way over to him, kneeling by the bed side while I grabbed both his hands, and sobbed into them. I felt him try to get up, but he was commanded to get back down and rest.

"Troye Sivan. My Troye Sivan," he whispered so quietly even I had a hard time hearing it. I looked up, pressing my lips to each aspect of his face, and then his neck. He was smiling so big it had to hurt.

"Ah Tilly," my voice cracked at the end, causing me to burst into another set of tears. The nurse called me up to talk to me outside. I hesitantly got up, kissing Tyler's cheek before exiting the room.

"Tyler's not... Um... Wow how do I say this... I'm so sorry hunny. He's not going to make it, he's internally bleeding, we don't know where from. His heart is slowing down by the moment. We're so so so so sorry, we're doing everything we can. I'll leave you to your time with him," she turned to leave, but I called after her. I had to do something first.

"Can you bring in a Chaplin? And do you have any spare rings?" I ask.

"Yes, I'll be right in with that." Her huge smile told me she was in on the plan. I rushed back to Tyler's side.

"Baby relax... I told you. Please please stop crying. I'll be okay. We'll adopt several children. They'll be super talented and creative, we'll get married, we'll live in a big house that smells like cinnamon- hey. Look at me. We will. I promised you didn't I?" Tyler dried my tears, still smiling up at me like an idiot. He was so positive he was going to live, it made it so much more difficult to say goodbye. The nurse handed me the rings, they were plastic. It was so freaking cute I laughed, I laughed and started crying. This is all so overwhelming. I got down on my knee by his bedside.

"Tyler freaking Oakley. It's been the most surreal 4 years with you. From all our crazy videos, fights, stolen kisses, written songs, dreams, aspirations, and even our first long talk our first night meeting, I have been falling for you like mad through everything. And I want to freeze this moment in time, I want you to go with all of our memories. We should make more, this just isn't fair. I can't picture a life for myself without you in it. I want to live with you until we're 200 if possible. We still have many countries and stars to see, boy. I can tell you, not once, have I ever had a doubt in my mind that you weren't the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. You're my sunshine, my only hope of a happy ending. You've built so much for me-for us. Even if I forget most of our memories, or fall in love again, which I doubt, I will always miss you. Troyler until our dying days. Will you marry me Tilly?" I already knew the answer, but this was still completely nerve wracking.

"I've been waiting for this question since 2013. I'll marry you, god Troye of course. Yes, I'll marry you." He pulled me up to kiss me, full on kiss me for what felt like several lifetimes. I reached over for the plastic rings, sliding one onto his ring finger. The people around us chuckled, tears soaking the floor.

The Chaplin married us, and for a few minutes I forgot the situation at hand while I got lost in Tyler. That was, until, I heard the heart monitor increasing to almost a complete stop.

"Go home, Tyler. Don't put yourself in pain anymore," I basically mouthed the sentence because I couldn't speak it out loud. I never wanted him to leave, but he was in severe pain.

"Home is where you are, my Troye Sivan," he mouthed back.

"I love you, you know, before you knew my name."

"I know, but I'll always love you more." I kissed him until the heart monitor went to a complete stop, and even after. I tasted salt water on my lips when I pulled away.

Looking up, I saw his face at complete ease, a hint of a smile on his lips and dried tears littering his face. His eyes were just shutting in that moment. The last of Tyler Oakley.

"Ty- Tyler where are you going? TYLER I SWEAR TO GOD COME BACK HERE." I shook him rapidly. No. No. I won't let this happen.

I squeezed his hand, and became very angry when I felt the heat absent from it.

"COME ON TY. NOT NOW. NOT EVER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. IM BEGGING YOU TYLER FUCKING OAKLEY. YOU IDIOT. COME BACK. GET BACK HERE. YOU- you belong with me. And I love you, I'll love you till my dying day and beyond." The lump in my throat shut me up soon after. Though the nurses tried to pull me out, I couldn't feel it, I couldn't hear it, so the last thing I saw was his thick, black-framed glasses and the hint of a smile on this now angel's lips.