Fifty Shades Of Troyler

Meeting Mr Sivan

guys I hope you realise that Troyes going to be  bit older in this I mean who owns a company at nineteen?

Tyler's P.O.V

 "Got all your questions?" My Roommate Zoe, Who was lying in a cotton blue blanket and sniffling softly asked.

"Girl I got them all don't worry your pretty little head about it"

"Tyler are you sure? " she asked , Her face emotionless.

"Yes now let me go!" I groaned before I see a grin appear on her face.

Slowly pulling out The question cards I realised she knew I didn't have them all the whole time. Murmuring out a "Smartass" before snatching the cards out of her small hands.

"Have a good time!" I hear before I slam the apartment door closed.

Walking along the sidewalk in New York I realised it was raining.

My poor Crocs! They're going to get soaked.

I still have to walk five miles to the building, Why did Zoe have to be sick?

I began to jog as fast as I can, Which isn't very fast... Damn I need to work out!

Soon I reach The Sivan Empire, A big Grey building in the middle of New York city. Walking in I instantly feel out of place, Everyone in Grey suits, Looking perfect and hair done in everyway. It looked so clean.. Fake almost.

I was standing in the middle of this buildings lobby in my dark jeans, Blue t shirt and grey hoodie along with my little black crocs, along with my Pastel purple hair.

A prim perfect Blonde with  petite figure came up to me, Asking a quiet kind

"Hello, May I help you?" I jump in shock and she stays completely still, like a doll. Her Topknot bun was perfect with not a single strand out of place.

"Uh-um yes  please I'm here to interview..." I looked down at the questions in my hand reading the small name at the top of the page in Zoe's handwriting.

"...Mr Troye Sivan?"

"Ah yes, Mr Sivan's meeting I presume?" The sides of her small lips curve slightly

while she leads me somewhere. Standing in a elevator I I giggle before exiting the elevator 

"Mhmm I am" I smile a little, letting my bubbly personality show.

"Sit here while I go tell Mr Sivan your here" She walks off, the clack of her heels against the marble flooring. I reluctantly and slowly sit down in the uncomfortable leather chair, Which is white... again.

I didn't expect to be here. I was suppose to be studying for my literacy work in college but I love my roommate so much that I came here to do her work for her while she lays in bed with the flu. Slowly my clothes began to dry and I sigh.

I wonder what mom's doing back in Michigan. She is my queen Jackie!

I remember when I came out of the closet to her, Ha good times.

My siblings knew I was gay before I did surprisingly.

"Mr Sivan is ready to see you now" I glance at her before she leads me to a door then leaves. In bold Black letters on a grey plank is the name 'Mr Troye Sivan'

Taking a deep breath I grab the golden door handle and push open.

I notice the room first. Its quite a big room, grey walls and a white carpet.

One complete wall is all glass and has a view of the city, in the room is a large desk with a computer. There is also a few decorations and paintings but all are dull. Then I notice the man in the room, He was taller than me at around 6'1ft while I was 5'7ft.  His hair was a brown and in small curls, His back was to me and his gaze through the window.

"Shall we begin" The voice shocked me so much I fell.