polarize ~ tyler joseph fanfiction

Thirty

I walk into the music room, taking in the sight. Tyler lies on the floor, knocked out like a tired little kid. I giggle at his posture, his arms and knees tucked into a fetal position. I don't want to disturb him but I know the hard ground will later effect his back.

"Tyler," I whisper, kneeling down and rubbing his back. "Tyler wake up."

"Hm?" He says, jolting up and looking around with half opened eyes. "Wha-What?"

"You fell asleep on the floor, you should go sleep in your bed." I say. In an instant, I realize I've horrible messed up.

Tyler rarely sleeps, the bags under his eyes forming deeper and deeper each day. He acts like though he is sleep deprived, he has full energy, performing for thousands daily. And here I just woke him up.

"Never mind," I mutter, patting his back. "Just sleep." I place a hand on my forehead, ashamed of what I have caused his poor body.

"No," He says, starting to sit up, his elbows holding him up. "I think I'll just stay up."

"Tyler, you need sleep." I tell him, placing a hand on his tattooed chest. I lightly push him back to the floor. He chuckles at me, easily sitting up and resisting my weak hand.

"Tyler." I repeat, crossing my arms. "Sleep."

"What time is it?" He asks me, looking around.

"Like, 1 am." I notify him, rubbing my arms to warm myself of the chilly room.

"How long have I've been asleep?" He inquires, scratching his head.

"I don't know, I got in the shower around 10." I easily inform him, knowing well he likes the sound of running water.

"Oh," He says quietly, scratching the back of his skull. "Want to watch a movie?" He questions me, giving me a small grin.

"Tyler, I told you, sleep."

"This will help me." He replies.

I rub my forehead, not sure what decision to make. I would love to watch a movie with him, but I don't want to cause him to wake himself up even more. I just want him to sleep because I ruined that for him.

"I'm already awake, Olivia. Just watch a movie with me and it might help." He tells me, slyly holding my hands in his own callused fingers.

"Fine." I give in with a groan, rolling my eyes.

He stands first, lending a helpful hand. I reluctantly accept it, his strong arm quickly lifting me off the ground.

"Not horror." I warn him, walking in front of him to the living room. We sit together on the cramped sofa, my head resting on his chest. I outstretch my arm so the sensor will recognize the remotes signal and scroll through Netflix.

I giggle as I find my favorite movie, ready to instantly knock Tyler back to his dreams.

"Clueless? Come on." He tells me, forcing a laugh.

"Shh, it's a great movie." I inform him, laying my head on his chest.

His breathing speeds, like he is not expecting such touch in a new relationship. Though I do not think its new, he just might. He hesitantly wraps an arm around me, slowly relaxing.

Though this movie fuels me, I still sadly fall asleep. After all the singing today I just want sleep, and I wish I have more energy to stay awake and let Tyler wind down, but I just don't have superpowers.

~ᎢYᏞᎬᎡ'Ꮪ ᏢᎾᏙ~

Small Olivia lays on my chest, her body so delicate and her face so peaceful. It's like her facial proportions and expressions itself is a melody to my eyes, it's as if she's my favorite type of music.

Her even breathing soothes me, my hearing slowly focusing on her breathes and my sight focusing on her rising and falling sides. Eventually, the whiny voices producing from the screen is tucked away and all I can see, hear, smell, anything, is Olivia.

Her herself puts me to sleep, not because she's work, but because she's my lullaby. She's all that I have, and all that I need.