Stand By You (Troyler AU)

Bad Day

A/N-  :( 

—2 week time skip—

Troye paced around behind the bar of the diner it was 6:40 and his shift ended in twenty minutes, Tyler always picked him up on his Friday shift but today he wasn't here yet. Troye was extra worried because Tyler didn't meet him and offer him a ride to work today either. Troye never minded walking but Tyler always, always demanded driving him. Troye wanted to be angry that Tyler broke their deal for food after school at the diner, but to be honest he was more worried. This was very unlike Tyler. This was not something that Tyler would do, we wouldn't leave Troye for no reason.

Troye called again, no answer. What the hell was Tyler doing. No matter how bad their days were they always sat with each other. Recently they cuddled the pain away, drifting to sleep in each other's arms. Troye and Tyler even began to sleep through the night again once and a while. But even when Troye had a 3:30am panic attack Tyler was right there to talk him down. The clock struck 7 and Troye practically ripped his apron off and scurried out the door. It was a 45 minute walk from the diner to Tyler's house, but Troye needed to see Tyler so that he could feel at ease.

Troye send Tyler more and more text messages as he walked briskly down the sidewalk. He was trying not to send himself into a panic, Tyler always answered. Something was wrong. Troye walked faster.

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Thirty seven minutes later Troye walked into Tyler''s house, not even bothering to knock. Jackie peered out of the kitchen with a smile "Oh Troye sweetie, I didn't even hear Tyler leave to go get you" Troye was beginning to panic

"H-he didn't. Where is he?" Troye rushed out and Jackie nodded towards the stair case. Troye bolted up the steps not even looking anywhere else for Tyler, he already knew where he was going to be. Troye slowed himself stopping briefly at the door. If he was going to talk to Tyler he needed to be calm. Troye opened the door slowing preparing to see the bathroom light on and Tyler curled on the floor, Troye was waiting for the relapse.

Troye looked around but the bathroom light was off the door was wide open. Troye walked around the couch and looked over at Tyler curled up in his bed sheets, the duvet pulled high up over his head. Troye made his way over and crouched down so that his face was at the same level the cumbled up pillows and Tyler's face, and he pealed the blanket away. "Tyler, love."

Tyler sniffled his knees pressed firmly against his chest, but he doesn't say anything. Troye moves to the end of the bed and crawled up it laying behind Tyler with his head rested on the pillow, Troye pulls Tyler closer "what happened?" Troye pressed hoping that by talking it out Tyler would feel better

"I'm sorry" Tyler said broken and distant starring off into his own little world. Troye didn't like Tyler's little world because the voices there were mean, the voices told Tyler lies and because of that Troye hated the voices. Tyler's little world made Troye angry. Troye wanted to rip Tyler away from the little world to distract him with the real world, with all the truth. Troye wanted to tell Tyler how he loved him and how beautiful he was. Tyler spoke up "I-I don't..." Tyler trailed off pressing his face into the pillows before looking up again, Troye looked at him desperately, "It's a bad day" Tyler whispered

Troye pulled Tyler closer, Tyler's moist cheek resting on Troye's t-shirt. Troye knew that it was a bad day. Tyler was so much stronger than Troye, it took a hell of a lot to break Tyler down. Tyler's definition of 'fine' was completely different than Troye's meaning of fine. When Tyler said he was 'fine' he could actually be struggling but still surviving, Tyler could be sad and upset and hurt but still breathing and able to think so he considered himself 'fine'. There was a point Tyler had to reach for him to admit it was a bad day. Troye knew just by walking in that Tyler's tolerance to pain gave in and he was no longer fine.