Oneshots one whatnot

Chapter 2. Troyler

Hi so this chapter is dedicated to sunshine_street . Enjoy

Sorry it was so late, I completely forgot about it. I am writing another oneshot like rn so it should be out soon.

Genre: sad

Troyes P.O.V
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I stared up at the ceiling, the paintwork fading, peeling and cracked. But I didn't have the heart to redo it after all I painted this with him. The memory flashed before me. We were wearing baggy jumpers and jeans that were two sizes too small, the ladder was set up and he was painting the ceiling when I was supporting the bottom of the ladder even though it was in the shape of a triangle and didn't need my support but I wanted to feel included. He looked down and flung paint into my hair so I dunked my hands in the paint and rubbed it on his jumper, he jumped form from the ladder and then we commenced to throw paint on each other and on the walls but at that moment we didn't care. I never changed those walls.

I came back to reality and turned to face the pillow, I realised the pillow was damp but I didn't have the energy to move, everything reminded me of the fun times we had before I fucked everything up. Tears began to flow from my eyes as I remembered our last time before he left me, how happy and naive I was.

I got up and walked over to the kitchen but I kept my eyes glued to the mud brown carpet which is frayed in patches, from how old it is and when I pulled it out cause I was so angry. I entered the kitchen and walked up to the fridge and that's when I looked up. I opened the door and grabbed some Nutella from it. I slammed the door shut, I was trudging back to my room when I opened the bottle of Nutella and dropped to the floor and started crying, and I couldn't stop crying, the tears fell from my eyes and rolled onto the carpet. I began to scream, I screamed till my throat was hoarse. That's when I began punching the carpet, I punched the floor with so much force I heard something crack, pain flooded my hand but I kept punching the floor. After about ten minutes I fell back in the carpet, my hand was numb and I was sure it was broken, but I stayed still, on  the ugly brown carpet that we never liked but kept anyway.

The phone started to ring and begrudgingly got up and answered it
"Hello?" I said, my voice weak from crying
"Troye is that you?" A female voice- Zoe- said, she sounded concerned
"Yeh Zoe it's me" I whispered
"Oh my god! Are you okay, I heard about what happened" she said asked her voice full of worry.
"Ye-" I started, but then I stopped, why should I lie?
"Troye? Are you there" she asked. That's when I started to cry
"No, Zoe. I'm not okay! I hate him Zoe, he hurt me. I'm sick if being hurt, and used, and I'm sick of falling in love just to hit the bottom with no one to catch me. I hate it, I hate everything, Zoe. Help me" I yelled, my tears pooling out of my eyes like waterfalls
"Okay troye calm down. I have got on a plane to see you,  I have just got off it then. Hang on I'll be about twenty minutes or so. Where do you live now?" She asked, I told he the address of the apartment I lived in through hiccups and sniffles.
"I'll be over soon" she said, I nodded then realised she couldn't see me
"Okay" I said
"Do you want to stay on the phone until I get here?" She asked, her voice soft and kind.
"N-no, I-I think I'm okay, just be as fast as you c-can" I responded to her, she sighed
"Okay" she paused "but don't do anything too stupid Troye, just erm, sit down and try to eat your Nutella"
I chuckled
"How did you know I was eating Nutella?"
"You eat Nutella twenty four seven. It wasn't hard to guess the food you would be eating" she told me
"Yeh, well bye Zoe. I'll see you in a few" I said
"Bye troye" Zoe said, I hung up the phone and a smile tugged on the corners of my mouth, Zoe does really know how to cheer me up.