Treat You Right (Troyler AU)

Chapter 20

*Incoming call from Jackie*

"Hi it's Troye, sorry I'm not able to reach the telly at the moment, call me again sometime? Byeeee."

"Troye my baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry you poor thing. It's just...Tyler he's...he's awake and alive, but he..."

"he doesn't remember you."

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I opened my eyes to only find darkness and complete silence apart from the short breathes of Troye. I groaned quietly, and sat up a bit from the uncomfortable position before, a pop in my back startling me. Bringing my hands to my eyes, I rubbed them and looked over at the sleeping boy beside me. His hair was ruffled and messy, his lips parted, and his chest rising up and down slowly in rhythm. Even in sleep he was the most beautiful thing you could ever see.

"What time is it?" I muffled to myself, standing up from the couch gently, making sure not to cause a disruption for Troye. Using my hand to guide me, I finally made it to the kitchen counter safely without an embarrassing fall. With my other hand I scanned the counter for my phone when I finally got a grip on one. As my thumb pressed the home screen, the phone illuminated brightly and earned a grunt from me and a stumble backwards.

4:32am

1 missed call from Jackie

Hmm, probably something irrelevant about Tyler.

1 voicemail from Jackie.

Ok it might be urgent. Let me just open it for Troye just in case Jackie needed us or something. Slowly I felt my way along the walls to the bathroom where I could finally see and put the phone on 3 clicks of volume.

"Troye my baby," Troye? Isn't this my phone?

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry you poor thing. It's just...Tyler he's...he's awake and alive, but he..." What has he done now?

"he doesn't remember you." My heart sped up intensely. Tyler doesn't remember the crush he had on Troye? He doesn't remember their relationship and what happened in the past? Oh hell yes. I squealed and placed the phone on the counter, dancing in a small circle. A grunt from Troye on the couch caused me to freeze and return next to him, wrapping my arms around his lanky torso. He hummed in comfort, nuzzling his head into my chest.

I finally had Troye to myself.

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Troye POV

I opened my eyes slowly, feeling constricted in my lower abdomen region. With a quick glance, I could identify the arms around my waist were none other than Connor's. A smile crept on to my face.

"Good morning sleepyhead." Connor groaned, placing a light kiss on the back of my neck.

"Good morning indeed." I flipped my body over, facing Connor completely. With a quick smile, my cheeks flushed and my heart pounded.

"What are your morning thoughts as of now baby?" He teased, using one hand to play with curly strands of my hair. I shrugged.

"Just the usual I guess." He chuckled, placing another kiss on my forehead.

"Let me go brush my teeth so I can kiss you without giving you toxic poisoning." He sat up from the couch, dispelling less weight on my side. I rolled into his old spot, bathing in the warmth he had created moments before. As soon as I seemed to get comfortable though, the phone rang from the kitchen counter. My voice grumbled and my body lay limp. Physical exertion this early isn't humane. I sat up slowly from the couch and shuffled over to the phone, swiping the answer button to the right.

"H-" A yawn interrupted my sentence. "Hello."

"Hi Troye." Mrs. Oakley boomed. I pulled the phone away from my ear and decreased the volume setting.

"Why are you calling Ma'am?" I questioned.

"I just wanted to see how you were dealing with what I told you last night." I furrowed my eyebrows, genuinely confused at her answer.

"I don't think I'm getting at what you are reaching for."

"The voicemail I left you last night, did you listen to it?" I replied with a no and checked my phone app. No notifications, no new voicemail, no nothing.

"I don't seem to have any new voicemails Mrs. Jackie. Are you sure you called the right number?"

"Yes, I'm very sure. Maybe ask Connor. I have to go, bye." I muttered a small bye and disconnected the call, shaking my head.

"It's too early for this shit." I laughed, grabbing a drink of milk from the fridge. Connor returned moments after, brewing a cup of coffee for himself.

"Ok so I brush my teeth, then make coffee. Literal logic right here." He giggled, wiping his eyes from apparent sleep deprivation.

"Very smart."

"Don't be an asshole."

"That's my middle name what are you talking about?" I smirked, raising an eyebrow at his incorrect statement.

"Troye Asshole Sivan Mellet. What a magnificent combination for a title." I shook my hips, taking a sip from my coffee.

"Thanks fam." We remained silent after that, both sipping our drinks in comfortable silence until Connor spoke up 10 minutes afterwards.

"Do you want to visit the hospital today?" He popped the question, startling my senses.

"Wow, Connor Franta asking if I, Troye Sivan, want to go see Tyler Oakley. Amazing." He rolled his eyes, waiting for an answer. "Yes I do, if you don't mind."

He shrugged, taking a small sip from his coffee.

"Speaking of Oakley, Jackie said she left a voicemail for me, but I have no notifications. Did you happen to listen to it?" Connor stiffened and shook his head, yet again taking another sip from his drink.

"No actually. I didn't even hear your phone ring." I shook my head up and down, agreeing with his statement. Sure it wasn't that important if she didn't tell me again over the last phone call.

"Are you sure?" Connor smirked, placing his mug down on the counter.

"Positive baby, now why would I ever lie to you?"

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I have no inspiration. don't hurt me.

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