Troye
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Tyler came back to get his things. This was emotional for me, because I saw him and wanted nothing more than to cuddle him. I loved this boy. He's all I've ever known, and that's not OK. The comfort and safety of Tyler is not healthy. Because this was going to happen, he was going to leave or I was going to find someone else. And this hurt, so much. I've fought with Tyler, over little petty things, but not like this. He told me he fell in love with someone else a while ago, and has been contemplating leaving me, and now he's ready.
"Troye?" I snap my head up. I'd been staring at a picture of Tyler and I that my mum took. Tyler was staring at me, and I had my arms around his waist. It was one of my favorite pictures, ever.
Tyler held a box in his hand, a black marker wrote out 'office crap'. "Korey will be here soon," He mumbles quietly. I nod, before looking down at the photograph. I felt a sudden hate against Tyler. How dare he leave me? I'm fabulous and amazing.
The apartment was empty, and I felt like company. I dialed Connor's number and leaned back on my couch. "Hello?" He answered. I smiled at the sound of his voice.
"Hey. I'm bored and want you to come over. Will you, please?" I plead, giving him a smirk from my end that he can't see.
He hesitates, about to say something when I drop my voice. "Pretty please?" I can hear Connor sigh on the other end before he gives a sassy 'Sure' and hangs up. I smile.
Twenty minutes later, I'm jumping up and answering the door. Connor's wearing all black; a black shirt, black jeans, a black jacket, and black boots. I grin before Connor hugs me. Our lips connect and I feel the fireworks explode. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. My thoughts blurred.
I wrap my arms around his neck and just hug onto him. He keeps his arms at my waist before tightening them into a hug. This boy. We finally release for good before I tug his hand over to the couch and plop down. "We need to watch movies and cuddle, because I like that and so do you." He chuckles and nods. I flip Netflix on and we scroll through the movies before he tells me to stop and points at a movie on the screen.
It's called G.B.F. He giggles, literally giggles. I almost aw at him, but keep my mouth shut. We start it, and Connor stretches out and I fall behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He let his hands rest on top of mine, and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. The movie started and we giggled all throughout it.
The movie ended with Connor rolling over to face me. I still had my arms around his waist, which made it ten times more romantic. "Can I hear one of your songs that's coming off your EP?" He asks. I'm really not supposed to show anyone, but I grin and nod. Con jumps up, excitedly. My EP was set to be released August 15, and I was so excited for it. Connor dances all the way into my music room. All of Tyler's crap had been removed and my music corner looked stupid now with all of the space.
I opened up my notebook and flipped to one. 'Gasoline'. Sure. Connor skimmed over the words, before he asked me to sing it.
"U-um.. Sure?" I whisper. I've sang to him before, but not my own song. I start it out, and he listens with a fascinated look on his face.
"You deserve forever... Not a boy, looking for better." Connor tilts his head to the side a little bit, but let's me continue. "Just set my heart on fire, like gasoline," When I'm finished, Connor grins a huge grin that makes me want to scream at his adorableness. He looks over the words again and points to something on the page I didn't want him to look at. It was a dried tear drop, but the imprint was still there. I remember writing this when Tyler was questioning my love for him. It hurt like heck to write it, but now that Tyler's gone, there's no reason to be sad. I have Connor.. Kind of.
Con grabs my hand and leans in close to me before opening his mouth. "Troye Sivan, I think I need to take you on a proper date. Yes, yes, I do." I blush madly. He stands up and takes me with him. Right now? I was confused until he tossed my shoes at me and slipped his own on.
We were going right now. Right. Now.
Connor and I ran out of the apartment, passing Marissa. She stares at us judgmentally. Oh well. I smile at Connor adoringly when he climbs into his own car and pats the passenger seat, indicating that I need to get in the car. Our movements were so rushed, I felt like this was too fast. I want our date to be slow, and to remember everything about it. Connor turns on the radio while pulling out of the lot. I stared out the window as 'What Do You Mean' by Justin Bieber came on.
"What do you mean when you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no?" I sang, making Connor smile. He starts to sing along, and his voice is lovely as well. We were singing together beautifully, I didn't notice when he pulled onto a gravel road and stopped the car. The ride took less than the span of the song. I notice the somewhat familiar scenery. There were rocks and flowers and beauty all around. I know why Connor took me here. Because he loved beauty and this place was full of it.
We started walking, taking it all in. Silence fell over us. I turned away to look the other way. The sound of a camera shuttering made me snap my head in Connor's direction. He was quickly shoving his phone in his pocket, a dark red blush creeping onto his face. "Can I see it?" I asked. Connor nods and hands me his phone. It was a lovely image, my curly quiff falling in my face slightly while I admired the world around me. Connor smiled sheepishly before I handed the phone back.
"Can I post it on my Instagram?" He asks, playing with his fingers. I nod and smile, peering over his shoulder while he opens up the app and clicks the blue button to share. He crops it to fit the small Instagram frame, before typing up a caption. 'A beautiful boy, in a beautiful place'. My heart starts beating faster than normal as he presses the share button. Within a couple minutes, a lot of likes come up on his page. Comments flood the comment section. When he presses the button to go to his profile, I almost gasp at the large number of followers. His bio was adorable. 'Professional fanboy, with an obsession with cute boys'.
"I'm kinda a popular person among the One Direction fandom. It's really weird, because I've started to make YouTube videos and all my Instagram followers watch my videos and even new people watch them, so I've gained a lot. Oh, gosh, I sound like I'm bragging," I blush when I see him start to put his phone away.
We start to walk a little, and I feel his hand slip into mine. His was warm, while mine was cold. His warmed mine up and I was happy. For the first time in forever, I was genuinely and positively happy.
