Troyler hits Paris

Goodbyes Aren't Always Sweet

---Troye's POV---
I woke up with a pounding headache. Where am I? I thought. The couch? But-
And then it hit me. I remembered everything.

(Flashback)
I walked into Tyler's house and went to the kitchen to make some coffee to try and sober up. Before I finished my coffee, I heard moaning and gasping coming from down the hall. I went down to check on Tyler, to see if he was having a nightmare or something. I walked into Tyler's room only to see him kissing another guy. Not a little peck on the lips, but a deep passionate kiss.
(End of flashback)

I walked quietly into Tyler's room where all my stuff is, ignoring the pounding headache I had.

I grabbed all of my clothes, or what I could find, and shoved it into a suitcase. I called a cab and tried to find Advil to cure my headache.

It was settled. The cab would pick me up in 20 minutes and my plane would leave in 1 and a half hours.

I took one last look at Tyler.

Bad idea.

Tears started falling down my face, thankfully I was able to control my sobs. I don't think I would be able to face Tyler right now.

I quickly scribbled a note to Tyler explaining what I saw, and explaining that we wee over.

Over.

A word I thought I would never have to use in our relationship.

*beep, beep*

I guess that was my cab.

I quickly made sure I had all my filming equipment, laptop, and my phone.

I went outside with all my things and hauled them into the back.

This was it.

"And where will I be taking you today, sir?" The cab driver politely asked.

"Airport, please."

The cab driver just nodded his head and started driving away.

I didn't look back like most people would have, I didn't look back and tell the cab driver to let me off so I could run back, he didn't deserve a second chance, a second guessing. After what he did, I could never forgive him.

I pulled out my phone to try and distract myself. I called Zoe and she picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Troye, what's up?"

"Ummm. I'm going home."

"But you are home. We dropped you off there last night."

"No, I mean home home. Perth."

"But... Why?"

"Tyler... He cheated on me last night." I broke into uncontrollable sobs.

"Oh my god, Troye! What happened!"

"I-I... Came h-home last night... A-and he was... Kissing someone else." I managed to say all that through sobs.

Zoe was speechless.

"Have you talked to him yet?"

"No. But there's no need for that. He did something wrong, I never need to talk to him again."

"Troye." Zoe said carefully, thinking about her words, "he was drunk-"