Careful (Troyler)

Seventeen: Aftermath Bliss

~Troye's POV~

When we arrive back at the hotel, I drag Tyler up the stairs quickly taking Tyler to my room before he can object.

"Troye" he whines "let me go change out of my cute outfit." I laugh evilly, blocking the door with a wide grin.

"No way. You're staying here" I say, my voice coming out a lot lower & huskier than intended. Tyler's eyes widen, glaring at me a moment.

"Oh really?" Tyler stands up, walking right up to me. I move away from the door, putting my arms next to him & pinning him against the wall.

"Really" I say slowly, almost out of breath. Not because pinning him was exhausting, but the way he looks at me when I do something intended to be innocent which turned out to be sexy. His eyes widen & soften, & his cheeks grow so red; it's adorable.

"Troye" he says, his breathing choppy as well.

"Now" I take off his hat, placing it on me with a wink "come sit with me."

"Troye?" Tyler asks with a grin.

"Hmm?"

"How can you go from sexy to adorable in just a few seconds?"

"Um, I dunno" I shrug, plopping down on my huge bed.

"Wow, your room is so much bigger than mine, I'm jealous" Tyler makes sure to over exaggerate, crossing his arms tightly.

"It's only because you got here late & didn't have reservations months in advance" I mutter, watching Tyler nod in agreement.

"So, why are you keeping me here, Sivan?" He asks after a few moments of silence.

I lean close to his ear, whispering "why do you think?" As seductively as I can. When he's too busy blushing to notice, I grab a pillow & attack him with it.

"PILLOW FIGHT!" I yell, hitting his blonde head with the pillow multiple times.

"Oh HELL no!" Tyler cackles, grabbing a pillow & hitting me back with it multiple times. Of course, none of this hurt because the pillows are stuffed with chicken feathers. Tyler & I laugh & laugh after nearly half an hour of attacking each other with pillows. At the end of the battle, Tyler is in the covers burrito style, while I have both pillows in my hands.

"I surrender, you ass" Tyler says, sticking his hands up as far as he can from the covers. I giggle, sticking my tongue out at him. I unwrap him a little bit so his arms can move free. I straddle his lap, still smiling at him like a child who just received presents.

"Oh, I know, I'm such an ass" I half smile, rolling my eyes. After I'm done rolling my eyes, he cups my face in his small, soft hands, causing my face to heat up for some odd reason. Was it just his touch after what felt like forever?

He smiles at me, removing a hand from my face to attempt to ruffle my hair. My hair is still stiff from all the gel & hairspray, so it doesn't move. Tyler looks at me in shock, causing me to giggle.

"Why the fuck is your hair so stiff?" He asks, his mouth agape.

"It's called a lot of hairspray & a lot of gel" I chuckle, trying to keep a content face but failing miserably.