Anything But Ordinary: a Troyler AU.

Chapter 23: Needed Assistance.

Put you in the past,

Try to forget you 'cause it's over

And every time you ask

I'll pretend I'm okay

You're inside my head

In the middle of the night

When I don't feel right

I dream I can hold you,

And I can't go back to you anymore, yeah, yeah

You tell me you were happier with him, but you want me to stay

And you tell me that you needed time but you pushed me away

And when you try to take me back, my heavy heart just breaks

But I can't lift the weight, and I can't lift the weight.

-The Weight by Shawn Mendes.

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Chapter 23: Needed Assistance.

{Tyler's P.O.V.}

[A/N: I'm so certain none of you give a shit, but I fucking love Shawn Mendes LIKE A LOT, AHAHJSJDJDBD. *Sobs because I'm trash for everyone.* Hope you love this Chapter!! ♡ Lots of sexual inappropriateness in the Chapter, oops, my fault for writing like at 1 in the morning. Also, fluff, btw.]

My phone started ringing & I knew it was Troye from the ringtone because Pony by Ginuwine was playing.

My appalling witch cackle came out of me before I could stop it.

I hate the way I laugh so much.

I don't ever tell anyone that it bothers me how annoying my laugh can be or how much I can't stand it as much as the next person, but everyone has insecurities, right?

I shook my head to rid of the negativity. All good things, good vibes. Troye is calling, that's more important right now than my self-esteem issues.

"Troye, hey? What's up, why are you calling?"

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic,

I'm sure all is well.

"Hi, I love you. I don't know why, but I felt that was the thing overriding my mind more than anything right now, so I needed to tell you."

I can literally feel him blushing & smiling to himself. It's okay. I am too. He drives me fucking wild. (A/N: Let's play a fun game, count how many times Mariah uses the word 'wild' in her stories until the album drops. Let's be honest, even after the album drops. #Troye'sTrashNumber1.)

"Awh, babe. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that right now. I love you too."

"Ugh, can I vomit now," He giggled by the end of the sentence. It sounded like he was pacing around from the background noise of him scuffing his feet on the floor.

Something is probably bothering him.

"Vomit in my mouth, big daddy," I smack my forehead at what I just said.

Oh gosh, why does he love me, he could do so much better. I'm so glad though out of 7 billion people in the world to love, he chose me when he could have anyone. I'll spend the rest of my life trying to be someone who was worthy of him if that's what it took. He deserves nothing but the best.

"Tyler Oakley, oh my GOD. You're so inappropriate!!" & there he goes scolding me like a Father again. The nickname stays, it suits him.

"Can you blame me, you're always treating me like a child! Might as well be a Daddy," I check out my nails, chuckling softly.