To keep a secret [ troyler fanfic ]

Lets start monday

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"Where have you been all my life?" I asked as he set me down in the front seat of his car. "Well, I was seven, living in Michigan when you were born." He said getting into the car himself. "You know what I mean? Why weren't you there when I woke up. I would think you of all people would make that extra effort" I said grabbing his hand. "And is that a new hair color?" I continued giggling the entire time. "Well, I was there the first month. But they wouldn't let me see you since you were in 'critical condition' so I sat in the waiting room most days, slept there most nights. After about six weeks my old friend Matt started worrying about me. So I sat at Hannah's for about three weeks, then I got a call from Angelique and came as soon as possible" he said smiling. Two months? Was I in there that long? I had spent over a third of my visit in the hospital. Over what? I don't even remember. Tyler started the car, "where to my one and only?" He asked. "Let's go home. I want to spend some time with you." I said winking at him.

We put on a Disney movie and snuggled on the couch. I laid my head on his chest, he ran his one hand through my hair, while the other one I held onto. "Ow," Tyler said under his breath. "Are you ok? I can move" I said sitting up. "Ya, in fine, it just these stupid stitches." He said sitting up as well. "didn't you get those like two months ago?" I asked grabbing a blanket. "Ya, but I didn't take good care of my wound, so this is my fourth set of stitches for this one." He said laying the blanket on his side so I wouldn't hurt him. "Why exactly was I in the hospital?" I asked laying back down on him. "You had a crazy mental breakdown in a hotel room. You just kept saying, 'everyone knows' over and over again." He said proceeding to run his fingers through my hair. "And why do you have stitches?" I asked looking up at him. "Ok, while Grace, Mamrie, Hammah, and Joey were trying to stop you from punching a hole in the wall, Connor and I got in a little disagreement and totally beat the shit out of each other." he said biting his tongue. I could tell that was a story he was not planning on telling. "Oh" I said trying not to have a reaction. "And if your wondering, yes, the fight was about you. But I knew it was going to happen so I told Grace not to bring him. I just, I ju-" I cut him off. "You don't want me falling for him." I said looking up at him. "Yes, I don't want you to fall in love with him." He said and pulled his arms away from me. I rolled over onto my stomach and laid on his chest. "It is physically impossible for me to love anyone other than you. And you know that." I said and kissed him. He didn't break our kiss. Soon I had his shirt off, and he had my belt undone. But then he broke away. "You just got out of a coma, I have a wound that could split open with sudden movements, I want to do this but I think it is in our best interest not to do this right now." He said. "Ok, can we still kiss though" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy then pulled me back in. Soon my shirt was off and his belt was on the floor. We both knew what we wanted, but we couldn't. It would be too big of a risk. So I just laid there. Shirtless on his shirtless body. It felt good to feel his warmth like this. Skin to skin. I could feel his heartbeat, and he could feel mine. It was like all are problems just melted when we were together. And only came back when we were apart. There was nothing in our way. The moment was ruined by my phone ringing. it was my music producer. "Hey, what's up?" I said standing next to a window.
"You actually answered"
"Sorry, I got admitted to the hospital for a few months."
"Well we thought you were dead."
"Sorry"
"We need you to start coming in"
"Why, I thought I was only going to spend three months in studio?"
"Tomorrow is when your three months start"
"Your kidding, right?"
"No"
"Give me one more week, I just got out of the hospital today"
"You were suppose to start yesterday."
"Give me three days, I need some basic lyrics written"
"Fine, studio, Monday, got it?"
"Yes"
"Good" then he hung up. "Who was that?" Asked Tyler walking up next to me. "It was my music producer. He wants me in the studio on Monday." I said. Looking at the ground. He grabbed my hand. "Do you have any lyrics?" He asked kissing my hand. "No, I don't know what to make songs about." I said looking over at him. "Ok, so within four months you have flown halfway across the world to go home, then back to be with your boyfriend, got in a car crash where you almost killed someone, then broke up with your boyfriend, where your friend tried to hook up with you, then made up with your boyfriend, had a mental breakdown, while your boyfriend was beating up the friend that tried to hook up with you in the hall, went into a coma, then woke up in the process of being moved to the deceased patients hall. Yup nothing to make music out of" he said. "Ya, ya" I said trying to be funny. "I'm just saying." He said. "That's it." I said
"What's it?"
"I have a song idea"
"Well then go write it" he said pushing me away from the window. I looked back at him. How did I get so lucky? This boy was halfway around the world, seven years older, and I still managed to fall in love with him.

A/N
Hai! I've never done authors notes before so I'm excited for this! I hope your enjoying the story! I have a couple more projects under way so keep an eye out for those! Ok, well, have a gorgeoneous day!