Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : E L E V E N

•• Damaged angel ••

T R O Y E S POV:

I was almost done with my cigarette when I heard the back door slide open,

Shit!

I spun around and saw Tyler standing their, his mouth agape and I quickly shoved the cigarette behind my back.

"T-Troye are you smoking?" He asked me with a sad look, I thought he would be angry.

I spoke as he walked towards me "I, uh, i d-don't know..." I finished, my hands where shaking.

What if he wanted to stop being friends with me?

Why do I care so much?

He was now standing in front of me, toe to toe.

I gulped.

I could feel his breathe on my lips.

"Show me." He breathed out and I slowly pulled the still lit cigarette from behind me and showed it to him, it was almost done now.

He gingerly took it from my fingers and placed it between his lips.

I frowned.

He puffed on it and it was so silent and intense I could barely handle it.

He blew the smoke out into my face making my eyes water.

"Wake up Troye, smoking is bad for you." Tyler said as he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, still keeping eye contact with me.

He was so confusing, he's telling me its bad yet he just smoked some?

"Than why did you smoke it then?" I asked curiously, I could feel his breathe on my lips still and he had kept eye contact with me the whole time.

It was intense.

He smirked slightly.

"Did you like seeing me smoke?" Tyler asked me as he stepping impossibly closer.

"N-No." I stuttered my breathe hitching at his close proximity.

"I don't like seeing you smoke, like you don't like seeing me smoke." He explained slowly. "Promise me you'll try and stop."

"I can't promise anything." I said and looked down shuffling my feet "it's the least bad thing I do, it's better than a-all the other shit I do." I mumbled while feeling my eyes water.

I lone tear slipped out of my eye and down my cheek.

I felt Tyler's fingers lock around my chin and lift it up he frowned when he saw my face.

His finger gently wiped under my eye.

"Look at me Troye." Tyler said pitifully, I fucking hated pity.

"Angels don't deserve to cry." He smiled sadly.

I suddenly feel anger pooling in my stomach, my eyes started blazing with hatred and I don't know why I was suddenly so mad.

"I'm not a fucking angel." I spat bitterly and pushed his hand away, he stood back shocked.

Why do I change personalities so quickly?

I pushed past him but he grabbed my wrist making me inwardly hiss in pain but don't show it as I spun around to face Tyler.

"Troye why are you so mad?" Tyler asked cocking his head which made me even more infuriated for some reason.

I stepped slowly towards him and he took a tentative step back and this went on until he was pressed against the brick shed that was at the end if his garden.