Troyes P.O.V
I wake up in the middle of the night not able to breathe. I start panicking and trying to wake Tyler up. He thinks I'm just being annoying but when he says my nearly purple face he starts getting into action.
"Troye calm, calm baby" he holds me close.
I struggle for air.
"T-Tyler" and the next thing I see is black. All black, like I'm falling into a vortex. Then I feel gentle but strong hands around me. I know Tyler knows first aid and CPR so hopefully he could help me. I feel hands on my head and then lips on mine pumping air back into me.
Tylers P.O.V
Troye wouldn't stop bugging me. But when I finally woke up I saw he couldn't breathe. I quickly cradle him in my arms hoping it's just panic and nothing worse. I try to act calm but I'm a mess inside. My Troye could die.
"Troye calm, calm baby" I say in a gentle tone.
That doesn't work.
"T-Tyler"
He passes out. A limp body in my hands. No. This isn't happening. I wrap my arms around him. I then put my hands on his head and start CPR. After a minute I still feel his heartbeat slow but steady. I keep going. After 5 minutes he takes a big gulp of air.
"Tyler.... You saved me" he looks scared.
"Did i? I didn't know" I smile.
Troye lifts his arms up and wraps them round my neck. I fall back onto the bed and Troye softly lies on top of me. I scoot us up so we are resting on the pillows.
"Tylah"
"Yes?" I love his accent.
"Is it possible to love someone so much but be scared if they hurt you" he asks.
"Yes Troye. But if for one second you think I would hurt you then your wrong. Troye I love you till the day I die, if you don't believe that then fine. Just know I'll be here for you. I will care for you. But most importantly I will love you".
Troye starts sobbing.
Crap what have I done.
"Troye I'm sorry please don't cry"
"Tylah you idiot I'm not crying because I'm sad, it's because I'm happy. So happy"
He laughs. His sweet sweet laugh. I stare at him. Suddenly he stops laughing and starts backing away.
"Troye what's the matter?" I ask concerned.
He keeps backing away then he backs up into a wall. He starts kicking and flailing his arms and legs, like he's spazzing out. I pin his arms and legs down. He starts screaming bloody murder. I press my lips against his quieting his cries. I pull away and see a petrified Troye. I quietly sit next to him in silence. The eeriness of the night folds over me. I hear the cars driving on the street below and the crickets chirping outside. I hear everything. Troyes heartbeat, his heavy breathing. Then suddenly he gets up and walks into the bathroom. The door clicks and it's then locked.
"Troye baby, let me in!"
I hear him opening and closing drawers and realise what he's trying to do.
"TROYE LET ME IN NOW" I plead.
I hear him sigh and let out a breath. Most likely his last one. I bang on the door. Pleading him to let me in. I run into the kitchen and find a knife that opens the door. I open it and run inside knocking the knife out of Troyes hands. He turns on me and his size suddenly scares me. He walks towards me aware of my fear. I start backing up. I duck and run over to the other side of the bed. Troye starts climbing over it cornering me. He puts his arms either side of my head. He leans in close and whispers.
"You don't know me... To good to be good for me to bad that that's all I need"
He walks over to bed like nothing happens and climbs in. He pats the empty spot beside him waiting for me to hop in.
"Uhh I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight" my voice is shaky.
He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist dragging me to bed. I finally give in and hop in. Troye pulls me on top of him. I lean in and kiss him. Almost immediately his hands tangle into my hair and my tangle into his. Our kiss is slow at first then we pick up speed. I run my hand through his hair. He runs his hand up my shirt. We hear a knock on the door. We hop off each other wiping out close to sweaty foreheads and say come in.
TO BE CONTINUED...
