Anything But Ordinary: a Troyler AU.

Chapter 15: Coming Undone.

Honey, it's raining tonight
But storms always have an eye have an eye.

-I Want You To Know by Zedd ft. Selena Gomez.

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Chapter 15: Coming Undone.

{Tyler's P.O.V.}

Everything between Troye & I is going so well. He makes me happier than I've ever felt in my entire life & we've become the "It couple" of school. Everyone drools over how cute we are together, I absolutely love it.

Our friends are all getting along, which is honestly a God sent miracle. They all love each other & us together. Jaspar seems to be getting closer & closer every day, Grace & Hannah are being super flirty towards each other, Zalfie already got together shortly after me & Troye. Everything is perfect. Something told me things weren't going to stay this way though. It's all too well put together.

I don't ever care much for our politics & news, but so much disagreement had been going on recently among the Justice & Allegiance, which makes me worry. The Allegiance is dominating, crushing the Justice. That's problematic for me. For Troye. If the Allegiance end up winning everything & manage to change every law, we're never going to be safe. We won't be safe, our friends won't be safe, definitely not our families.

I'm trying not to panic anytime I hear any news about their on-going debates, but obviously Troye knows the truth, he can read my mind.

HE ALWAYS DOES, EVEN WHEN I TELL HIM NOT TO. Ugh. Right now, I don't know why I love him.

Troye wanted to pick me up this morning like he does every morning, but I told him no because I'd be running late.

It wasn't the truth, but I wasn't really lying. I just looked like shit today & as much as Troye doesn't care because he loves me no matter what I look like, I cared.

My hair is all over the place, even through I ran my fingers through it a billion times this morning. I eventually gave up & threw on a gray beanie I stole from Troye's closet. We borrowed clothes from each other all the time, it wasn't a big deal in all honesty.

We kept no secrets from each other & we have a really healthy relationship. I love him so much, it terrifies me how much I love him. The worst being I feel like I love him & am more attached to him than he is to me. That's probably not the case, but I can't help but think about it.

I wiggled into a pair of dark gray sweatpants & put on a light blue shirt. Troye always loves it when I wear blue, so wearing it is the second best thing to spending time with him because I won't be seeing much of him today. He says it makes my eyes stand out more. I roll my eyes every time he says that, but his sweet words make my heart skip a couple of beats. Being reminded of Troye is enough to make me smile anyway.

I look in the mirror before groaning about how awful I look to hear my Mom calling me down for breakfast.

I run downstairs & ask hurriedly, "How do I look, Momma? Like in the nicest terms, but honestly as possible please."

She turned to look at me, her eyes widening, her smile straining. She opened her mouth & I put my hand up to stop her. Her facial expressions is enough of an answer: I look like something you'd scrape off the bottom of your shoe today.

"Oh honey," She sat next to me, taking my hand.

"I'm certain Troye will think you still look great anyways, he's a sweet boy."

"Everything I do is not about him, Mom. Maybe I just wanna look & feel good for myself," I snapped my fingers in a z-formation & my Mom rolled her eyes before saying, "Yeah, okay, sure, eat your breakfast 'strong, independent man'."