Anything But Ordinary: a Troyler AU.

Chapter 21: Puzzle Pieces.

Baby I got love for thee

So deep inside of me I don't know where to start

I love you more than anything

But the words can't even touch what's in my heart

When I try to explain it I be sounding insane

The words don't ever come out right

I get all tongue tied & twisted

I can't explain what I'm feeling.

-Baby I by Ariana Grande.

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Chapter 21: Puzzle Pieces.

{Tyler's P.O.V.}

[A/N: I just wanna say all your comments for the last Chapter made me laugh so hard, oh GOD. I'm sure some of you wanna hardcore KILL me rn. Mostly HeyTiaHere. ☀ I still love you, sunshine. ☀ ARIELLE, YOU MURDERED ME WITH ALL THE WILD, YA NEED TO BE STOPPED. JUST KIDDING BECAUSE I ADORE YOU, messymessymess. ❤]

I woke up feeling pretty sore. Ow. All the running I did yesterday ruined me. No more exercise for the rest of my life, I swear.

I turn my head & accidentally knocked into Troye's.

"Okay, ow, that's NOT how I enjoy being woken up in the morning," Troye peered at me through mostly closed eyes, blinking several times before rubbing the sleepiness out of them.

"Sorry, Troye. I forgot I fell asleep in your arms," I stroked his cute little head, kissing the spot I had injured him in.

"It's okay because it means I get kisses," He leaned down to kiss me, but I put my hand up, him kissing my hand.

"Tyyyyyyyy," He whined as I got up, stretching out my exhausted limbs.

"Troye, we still have one more day of school this week, get up."

"Not until you kiss me."

"Morning breath, absolutely not," I grab his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks.

"Pretty please?" His eyes shimmered with innocence & a tad bit of mischief. He's up to something.

"No, that's my final answer. Get ready, we have to be at school in about an hour."

"Morning breath didn't bother you the first time we spent a night together," He grumbled, frowning, but at least he's finally getting out of bed.

"Troye Sivan, I am not going to argue with you over kisses. It's not a big deal, now stop." I walked over to his closet to find something to wear. I did this all the time & he complains because I never bring his stuff back. He loves it whenever I wear his clothes though.

"Then, why won't you kiss me?" He crossed his arms, scrunching his face bitterly.

"I feel like you're fighting with me just to make me feel bad, so I'll kiss you," I folded my arms, glaring at him slightly.

"Maybe. Or I might genuinely believe you really don't want to because I nauseate you or you don't love me anymore, but it's whatever," He barely finished, not looking so nearly as cocky as he did the start of the morning.

"Troye," I say, keeping my eyes on him, hoping he'll look up at me.

He won't.

"Troye, please, make eye contact with me when I'm talking to you," I walk to where he is, taking his face in my hands to look at me.