Troyler Oneshots (boyxboy)

My Guardian Angel

I hear a loud thump coming from downstairs, followed by a whimper of a dog. It sounds like my roomie's dog, Tyme. Shakily, I stand and walk towards my bedroom door. I crack open the door ever so slightly and am welcomed with a shadowy figure. A cold air is formed around me as I start seeing my shaky breaths coming out as steam. I slam shut the door, running and jumping onto my bed, I bury myself in blankets, hoping to God or whatever mystical force that may be out there would make this demonic spirit leave.

"Please, someone, anyone, please come and protect me... Please.." I stammer out quietly, tears starting to form in my eyes from the terror of which I felt. Hardly a second later I feel a tingling around my waist. It's hard to describe, it's warm, yet it's cold, it's gentle, but it's holding onto me as if that was its life objective, and it's seemingly there, but it's... not.

"It's okay." I hear a male voice soothingly hum. "Everything will be alright, Tyler." My eyes begin to feel like led and close, as I feel the warmth of a body lying next to me, it's arm holding me in a protective manner.

The next morning I awake to find that I couldn't remember falling asleep. Then it hit me, like a soccer ball in the middle of a soccer game being kicked into the field goal, I suddenly remembered the man's voice, the arm that protected me from the demonic entity, the warm presence of something that deeply cared for my well being. I stand up, moving to the door, which I slowly creak open, peeking out, nervously, I realize nothing is there and I am safe. Possibly. I tip-toe down the hall and down the stairs, which groan as I step. I walk, safe from groaning steps and the possibility of waking up my roommate, to the kitchen to find a mess. Pots and pans strewn everywhere from their places hanging on the wall about the stove top. I look down and see Tyme standing in front of me, or no, never mind he's laying down, asleep, maybe? I step over Tyme and start putting the pots and pans back in their original places. I hear a whimper coming from Tyme, he must be having a nightmare. I bend down to pet and soothe him, but I feel no heartbeat, nor do I hear a noise coming from him. I look around to find where the whining is coming from. Tears start pricking at my eyes, making it harder and harder to see. I try blinking away the tears, but they refuse to leave. I wipe them away with my hand, which only works temporarily.

"Wh-who's there?" I stutter out, hoping that whoever it is will show them selves. Maybe it's just a robber and they'll come out and say 'Oh, darn you caught me! Well, sorry about the mess and the dog, you can call the cops now. Hey maybe I can make you some tea while we wait?'. Maybe they would I a perfect world, but last time I checked the world didn't work like that. Unfortunately. I continue to hear the whining, and I step back, nervously, hoping that whoever, or whatever, it is will come out of hiding, but at the same time, I don't want it to show itself. What if it attacks me? Should I call the police? No, what would I even tell them? 'Hey there's something in my house and it's mimicking my roommate's dog's whine, but I think it killed the dog, and also it threw some pots and pans on the floor.' Yeah, very sane.

I feel the same warm, yet cold, tingling and can hear something whisper in my ear. "You're going to be okay, Tyler." The voice spoke. "I'll protect you no matter the cost."

"Okay, Troye." I breathed out, calming myself. Wait, how does this.. Whatever it is, know my name?  How do I know their name? What is going on? I turn around and see a male figure standing close to me. He, or she I don't know what they identify as, heck they may not even identify as a specific gender, let me restart. They are dressed in a white sweater and is wearing white skinny jeans. They have short curly brown hair, blue-green eyes that look like oceans on a sunny summer day at the beach, a small, genuine smile that could light up anyone's day with even the slightest glance, and he seems to emit a slight dark, yet white glow that is impossible to correctly describe with mere words.

I look over my shoulder, nervously, and see the same dark figure as the night before. Looking back at Troye, who now has his attention fixed on the seemingly demonic entity, I hold onto him, grabbing fistfuls of his sweater in my hands. I feel the warm tingling of his arms wrap protectively around my body. Mere seconds pass, before I hear a horrible high pitched screech. I bury my head into Troye's chest and feel them rub calming circles into my back. Then everything fades to white.

My eyes flutter open and I feel an arm snaked around my waist, holding me protectively. I turn around, to see my guardian angel. My one and only. He groans slightly and I stop moving. My breaths grow quiet and slower, then a smile makes it's way across my lips. I give him a quick kiss, before curling up against his chest, and closing my eyes. Just before the darkness takes over, I hear Troye mumble something.

"I love you, Tyler."

"I love you too, my angel." I say back, quietly, and I fall back into a sleep, one of which is dreamless, but full of memories.
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A/N
THE END. Wow, this one was really fun for me to write. I started writing it at midnight, and I finished it today. Well, I stopped for a second because I was unsure of what to write so I played some Solitaire. Yeah. I've got such an interesting life. I mean wow. It amazes me. WELP. Until next time, stay cool, see ya later alligator, high five too, fist bump too, keep the gaybies gay, have a good day too, and uh I ran out of things to say soooo yeah. BYE!
~Pearl🐳