Drunk in Love- a Troyler Fanfic

Regret

Tyler's POV

What happened? Where am I?
These are some of the thoughts you encounter when you haven't slept for 27 hours. I hear footsteps and look up. It's Troye. Troye's here?
"Did you even sleep?" He asks softly
"Going to bed now," I say with a loud yawn. He looks at me like I'm crazy. Am I missing something here?
"Tyler! It's ten thirty in the morning!" He says in an annoying squeal. I guess that's what I was missing. I try to shut my eyes, and then open them quickly when I realize the boys are coming over soon!
Troye pries my laptop out of my hands, shuts it, and moves it onto my stool. Next thing I know, I'm soaked.
"Oh my god!! Troye!!" I shriek. Everything is wet, including my carpet. There is nothing I can do about it, so I just laugh.
"Troye," I say with a puppy dog pout. "I'm cold now." I give a little shiver to add effect.
Troye listens, and wraps his jacket on me. Soon after that, I feel a pair of soft lips brushing against my cheek. I turn, only to see Troye blushing. I stare at him, my mouth agape. I would've never expected that to happen. Troye? Me? Wait, is this a dream? This may change our friendship forever.
"I'm going to, uh, get dressed now," I say unsurely. Part of me wants him to follow me, and part of me knows he's too young. Six years is a big gap, not to mention the fact that he may not even like me. He may just not have had that sort of attention for a long time, and was craving it.
I decide to go quickly, before its too late. I am still staring at Troye, almost smirking. The next thing I know I'm falling in slow motion. There's only thing running through my mind right now; is Troye still watching?
There it was, a delicate pair of hands, grasping my waist. I brace myself for the fall, and realize that I won't be face planting the ground anytime soon. Troye saved me. I gaze into his eyes, and in an instant my lips were on his. The kiss was passionate, rough would be an understatement.
Troye is the one to pull away, and he gasps as he does it. Before I knew it, he asks the question that has been running through my mind for hours.
"What does this make us?" I think. If I ask him to be my boyfriend, that could rip apart our friendship. But will my feelings for him subside, or will they stay there like a volcano, ready to erupt when you're least expecting it?
"Friends. Best friends." Woah! That's not what I wanted to say! How did those words escape my mouth?
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Just minutes after Troye leaves, those feelings erupt. I'm crying, hard. My tears the size of marbles, my throat tight. Why didn't I tell him that I like him as more than a friend?