Anything But Ordinary: a Troyler AU.

Chapter 9: Chasing Pavements.

This was what you wanted,

You were all I wanted,

But not like this.

-All You Had To Do Was Stay by Taylor Swift.

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Chapter 9: Chasing Pavements.

{Tyler's P.O.V.}

Troye kissed me. Like he actually kissed me.

This isn't a dream. I am currently sleeping in the beautiful boy's arms right now as I am inner monologuing.

Oh my GOD.

Not only did he kiss me, he told me he was in love with me.

I cannot even, I have lost my ability to even, so therefore, I will not even.

We ended up staying awake, cuddling, kissing, talking until about 5:36 in the morning. Troye fell asleep not too long ago, but I can't fall asleep at all.

I feel bad because I know my alarm is going to go off in a few minutes to wake us both up to get ready for school, but better my alarm than me.

I look over at Troye one last time in his sleepy form.

He's so adorable.

I tap his nose a few times, placing a soft kiss on his lips when I realized he was kissing me back.

I let my eyes open to find his peering back at me slightly.

"What a great way to wake up," He smirked, his morning voice deep & groggy.

I wanted to sass him, but I got too distracted by how attractive his sleepy voice was, causing my mind to create lust-filled thoughts.

Control yourself, Tyler.

You guys aren't even in a relationship yet.

What are we anyways?

We're definitely not just friends.

Even if we are, that's not what I want.

You don't want to be with him though if you're going to have be dishonest.

You need to tell him you have two powers.

But can you trust him?

"Tyler, you okay?" He pulled me closer to him, kissing my temple, then my lips again.

"Yeah... Troye Sivan, why must you look like a dainty princess when you sleep?" I took his face into both my hands, rubbing small circles on his cheeks.

"What, I do not! I'm hella masculine & shit," He attempted to flex in our curled position when he has no muscles at all.

I don't mind though, I love Troye the way he is. I don't think he's too skinny or scrawny or unmanly, I love Troye for Troye. That's all he ever needs to be: himself. It's good enough for me, more than enough, actually.

I bursted out laughing, rolling out of bed to stop my alarm to get ready.

"What, I am! STOP LAUGHING AT ME," He insisted, also getting out of bed to walk over to his overnight bag.

I hear footsteps coming towards my room & we both look at each other.

Troye's eyes grew to the size of the moon & he mouthed, "WHAT SHOULD I DO."

I shrugged my shoulders & mouthed back, "I don't know, hide! Wait. Turn invisible."

That seemed to be all he needed to hear because he climbed back into my bed, pulling the blanket over himself & turned invisible. I got in besides him, throwing the blanket over myself in time when my Mom opened the door to my room.