Careful (Troyler)

Six: Awkward

~Tyler's POV~

Last night was so fun, I just wish I could remember more of it. Although, I bet I remember more of it compared to poor Troye. I remember Beyoncé came on, Partition & Flawless. I remember grinding with Troye (glad I didn't forget that!). I remember taking shot after shot, downing beer after beer, glass after glass. I remember Alfie had to drag Troye & I out. I remember Alfie barley getting intoxicated, I was wasted & Troye was utterly smashed. I remember as we were in front of the apartment building, he puked all over the pavement. But he seems alright this morning, while I am so groggy.

He gave me two painkillers & water a few minutes ago, it made me feel better, knowing that he cares.

"Hey" Troye smiles at me "you okay this morning?"

"I am" I nod "are you?"

"Yeah, just wishing I could remember more of last night" Troye shakes his head slightly "all I remember is us having a great time."

"Well that's good" I smile "I remember Alfie had to drag us out of there, we were so wasted."

Troye laughs. Oh my goodness, his laugh will be the death of me.

"Wow" he helps me up off the kitchen floor "poor Alfie."

"But hey, we had every reason to get smashed. Your tour sold out, almost instantly after you announced it! That's amazing" I smile, putting my arm around him.

"Thank you" he says sweetly.

"Oh shit" I say, seeing it's one in the afternoon.

"So, today's pretty much gone" I say, frowning.

"No it's not, this evening we could make a collab in a few hours" Troye says optimistically.

"Oh, okay. What kind of video were you thinking?" I question, walking to the couch.

"Not sure" Troye says "do you have any ideas?"

"Umm" I put my finger on my chin, pondering what kind of video to do "well, we've already done the boyfriend tag. What about the boyfriend does my makeup tag?"

"Yes, that sounds great!" Troye smiles "That will be on your channel. How about you learn Australian slang on my channel?"

"Sounds fun" I wink "let's do it! In a few hours that is."

"Yeah, I wanna lay around a while. My head still hurts" Troye looks at me, admiration in his eyes. Why would he admire me? I'm nothing special, just a weirdo.

I lie my head on his shoulder, cuddling next to him. He smiles, wrapping his arms around me. The scent of alcohol is on his clothes, his pants especially. He must have spilled alcohol on his pants last night. On his arms, the scent of his cologne overpowers the alcohol smell; I love his scent (hope that didn't sound as fucking creepy as I thought it did). Although Troye looks like he wouldn't be soft or comfortable to lie your head into, but he is like a teddy bear; oh my lord.

"Troye" I say, looking up to him. He looks down at me, smiling lightly.

"Yes?"