Intoxicated, I Love You. [Troyler]

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// We both know this isn't right, this isn't right. //

Troye's POV.

The sun shines brightly through the open blinds, hitting me directly in the face. I groan, turning away from the disrespectful light, interrupting my sleep so early in the morning. I feel warmth surrounding me and I snuggle into the comfort, not caring what was providing me with the pleasure as I try to fall back asleep after what feels like was a late night but I was too exhausted to even try to remember.

It's not as easy as I would hope though, even with the nothing but utter comfort I felt around me. My head pounded and my body felt almost nasty, sweaty and unclean as my hair clung to my head and the pillow.

I groan again, closing my eyes tightly and rubbing my eyes roughly before opening them and exposing them to the bright lights of the room I immediately knew did not belong to me. I look around at my surroundings, quickly noticing the body tangled with mine.

I sigh in relief seeing the mop of hair I know belongs to non-other than my best friend, Tyler. Although falling asleep with Tyler in his bed is not my ideal way to dream, it was so much better than waking in a strangers bed, not knowing who they were or what we have done. Plus, obviously, we both enjoy cuddling, it seems.

I relax in the bed, my surrounding slowly coming back to me, until noticing the lack of clothing not only I but Tyler was not wearing.

My heartbeat races in my chest as I slowly reach for the blanket covering our bodies, pulling it up, so unbelievably afraid of what I would see. My heart stops completely in my chest as my assumptions are right.

Oh no.

Dropping the blanket, I slowly untangle my body from his, knowing that however much of a rush I was in to run and never think about this again, I definitely did not want him to wake up to me leaving him. So, I slowly get out of the bed as quiet as a mouse, and stop only to turn back to him once again.

My best friend lays there peacefully, gently resting his head on a pillow with a sheet strewn across his toned chest. He breathes lightly, a glow around him as he adventures through a dreamland. He seems to unconsciously notice my absence, his hand reaching out and sliding across the sheets to try to regain the missing comfort. My breath stops in my throat, hoping with everything in me, he wouldn't wake up in this moment. He seems to not be happy losing the body warmth and I watch him struggle between sleep and reality. Not knowing what to do, I sit softly back on the bed, beginning to run my hand through his soft blonde locks slowly. His scrunched face seems to relax , his head nuzzling softly into the pillow.

Removing my hand moments later, I leave the bed again as Tyler continues to sleep, unknowing of everything around him, especially the storm brewing in my mind.

We couldn't have.

I like girls, he knows that.

My head pounds and I quickly try to repress the thoughts, gathering my clothes quickly, stumbling as I finally pull on my shirt. My body aches as I walk away from my best friend, my mind racing and my feet catching up to it as I run out of the house.

I walk home alone, not wanting to sit in a cab alone with my thoughts and a stranger. I don't allow my mind to reach my movements until I arrive at my apartment. I unlock the door numbly, slowly walking in, the door only closing as my back hits it and I slowly slide down the wooden surface until I'm sitting on the floor, a mess of confusion and terror.

Did we really?

I sit, trying to remember my night but the last thing I can think of is taking shots with a laughing Tyler, eyes bright and smile shining. The thoughts race through my mind like a tornado, everything whirling maniacally, my thoughts blurred like raindrops were covering my eyes and blinding me from my memory.