Dreams (troyler one-shot collection)

Angels

Tyler POV
I sobbed as I downed the pills and watched my life flow out through the cuts and scars on my wrists. I couldn't do it any more. I couldn't live anymore. I was tired. I was physically, mentally and emotionally drained and exhausted. I was tired of being tired. Life was over rated anyway. Surely I  had suffered enough. No more pain. No more tears.  No more suffering. No more nightmares or sleepless nights. No more missing what was gone or regretting what I hadn't said. Just... Darkness.

I always thought death would be the end. Nothingness. Darkness. A door closing on my life as I faded out. I didn't believe in heaven or hell or anything like that. So I didn't expect to wake up to familiar blue eyes, brimming with tears as I stared back, not sure if this was a figment of my imagination. A last good memory before I left this world. But I knew that it was real. No one, not even myself, was mean enough to trick me into believing this was real if it wasn't.

"Why Tyler? Why? I didn't mean for you to do this?" Troye's voice echoed eerily as I sat up, the skin on my wrists too perfect as I remembered what I had done. Or had I? Had this whole thing been a nightmare? But then that wouldn't make sense with what Troye had just said. So I assumed it was real.
"I couldn't live without you, you idiot," I muttered, drinking in the sight in front of me that I had missed over the last few months.
"After years of friendship and love I couldn't live without you."
"L.. Love...?" Troye stuttered, his eyes widening as he realised what I had just said.

I nodded silently, throwing my arms round him and then freezing as my hand came into contact with.. his wings?
"What's going on?" I asked. "Where am I? Did... Did I succeed?"

Troyes lip trembled as he nodded solemnly at me.
"You're in heaven. You died Tyler. Why would you do that?"
"I couldn't take it anymore. You weren't there and I never told you how I felt. I couldn't stand the images and the nightmares running through my mind of the moment you took your last breath. I couldn't stand the thought that I loved you and never told you because I was a coward and an idiot."
Troye hugged me, sobs racking his fragile frame as he calmed me and confirmed my hopes and dreams.

"I love you too. I'm sorry for leaving you but I was too weak. If only I had gone to the doctor sooner instead of avoiding and ignoring it. I didn't want to admit that I was ill. I didn't want to let you down or scare you." He sobbed weakly, clinging to me like a scared child.
"Troye, look at me. You couldn't have known you had cancer. I just wish that you could have told me everything. At least we're together now. I'm guessing for eternity."

Troye let out a strangled laugh. Pulling me off the..  cloud(?) I was lying on and onto my feet he wrapped an arm round my shoulders,  pulling me down a path. We walked in silence, passing people everywhere as we went. They all had wings and seemed to be glowing slightly. I was suddenly aware of the extra weight on my back and the breeze on my neck caused by my own wings and gasped. Troye stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"I have wings. I have flipping wings! I'm a fabulous Angel!! Oh my goodness!! Troye I didn't even think I could get more fabulous!"

Troye laughed at my childishness, pulling me closer and turning to probably make some smartass comment.  I suddenly caught his eye. The world around us froze. My breath catching in my throat as he leaned in. Slowly. Surely.

Our lips connected. Fireworks. No, explosions. His hands on my waist as my arms wrapped around his neck, gently pulling him closer. Neither of us wanting to break the connection. Troye eventually pulled away.
"I think we just found an upside to not breathing." He stuttered, clearly not sure what to say.
"I should have said this years ago Troye, but I love you. And I would be delighted if you would do me the honour of being my boyfriend."
"Yes. I love you too and yes."

And that's how we started eternity together, eventually being joined by Zoe, Alfie, Dan, Phil and the rest of our friends. They of course all said "told you so" and "of course you'd only admit it after you both died". But I didn't care. Because I had my troyeboy. And my troyeboy had me. And not even death could part us again.