Different || Troyler AU

C H A P T E R : TWENTY-SEVEN

•• Confused Demon ••

TROYES POV ::::::::::::::

I wake up next to a sleeping Tyler, his light snores making me smile. He's so adorable.

I kiss him on the lips in an attempt to wake him up and he grumbles against them as his eyes flicker open.

He smiles sheepishly and sleepily at me.

"Morning twink." Tyler says to me as I smile lovingly at him, memories from the night before flashing in my mind.

"Morning Tilly." I wink.

"I could get used to waking up next to you." He says happily.

"So could I." I say back as I kiss him before I get up off the bed with dirty sheets.

I notice I'm naked but I don't care for the first time as I walk over and look through Tyler's closet to get something to wear since my clothes are probably still wet.

"Nice ass." Tyler says as I hear him get up and walk behind me.

I turn around to face him "Nice dick." I say cheekily.

He smiles at me as his cheeks turn pink, he kisses me and I turn back around to continue looking through his closet full of bright clothes.

I grab some boxers that Tyler let me borrow, I grab a black shirt and a grey hoodie with some sweatpants.

Everything is oversized on me and I'm confused as to why, he's skinny.

I pull the strings to the tightest I can get them and the shirt sags down into my chest a bit, the hoodie a making me have giant sweater paws.

I turn around and see Tyler dressed in a pair of black jeans and a floral button up.

"You look hot in my clothes." Tyler whispers in my ear when he walks towards me.

I blush and look down.

"Although if you had some meat on your bones you would look even better." He says looking at me sadly.

"What do you mean?" I ask genuinely confused as to the statement.

"You're so skinny Troye, you look deathly underweight." Tyler says.

"No I don't, I need to lose weight..." I say slowly.

"No you need to gain weight." Tyler says as he pushes me towards the mirror, my face shows disgust as I look at myself but I try and play it off.

"Your collar bones stick out too much, I can count your ribs, your hip-bones poke out, your thigh gap is huge, your wrists are tiny and your cheekbones are sunken in." He says from behind me.

"N-no I'm f-fat." I say close to tears, this wasn't meant to be what the day after was meant to be like, I'm sick of crying all the time.

"When was the last time you ate baby." Tyler asks sadly seemingly scared of my reaction.

I turn around and look him in the eye "I-I don't remember."

His breath hitches "How are you still a-alive?"

"I-I don't k-know." I say as tears spill from my eyes, god why do I cry so often now?!

He grabs my hand and runs down the stairs with me behind him, he runs into the kitchen and a feeling of dread spreads over me.

He opens the fridge, and gets an apple.

I take it from is outstretched hand and look at it. For the first time in a long time when I looked in that mirror I saw what Tyler had seen all along, a skeleton. I had taken my restricting too far. I needed to eat something or I would die, and at the moment I didn't want to do that.