Stand By You (Troyler AU)

Secrets

a/n: brief talks of suicide , stay safe little love bugs, there will be a recap at the end. also this chapter has a lot of dialogue sorry (?) 

—about a week later—

Troye pulled up to the grey building, Tyler sitting in the passengers seat because he still wasn't allowed to drive because of the random passing out. "I don't want to do this" Tyler said looking at Troye nervously

"I know love but we need to, okay." Troye said opening his door and sliding out of the front seat. He waiting in front of the car for Tyler to come out.

Troye huffed, they needed to be up stairs in 5 minutes... "Come on Ty" he called waving one of his hands to pull Tyler out of the car. Tyler reluctantly opened the door and walked towards Troye, Troye clasps their hands together.

The walked towards the building together, heading towards Mr. Howell's office. Tyler had no desire to be going to therapy, he didn't see why it mattered. He was fine, he just messed up a little. Next time he wouldn't get so carried away.

Troye stopped them in front of the office and reached into his pocket, Tyler watched him curiously as Troye pulled out the thin chain and smiled as he wrapped the necklace around Tyler's neck. Tyler immediately felt his eyes water.

"Hey" Troye cooed "No crying, its gonna be okay" he said kissing Tyler's forehead

"I don't want to" Tyler whispered as a few tears leaked out

Troye wiped them away with his thumbs, giving him a soft smile. Tyler shook his head, he was fine...he was just throwing himself a pity party. This was going to be fine, what was the worst thing that could happen.

Tyler gripped the door handle and pushed into the office quietly, a few random people sat in the waiting room. Troye walked to the desk checking them both in for their appointment with Mr. Howell. They didn't even have a chance to sit in the waiting room, the were quickly whisked away to a room with a desk and rolly chair with a love seat and sectional couch as well. There were stupid inspirational quotes on the walls and flowers on a small coffee table.

Tyler hated it already.

"Hi, take a seat wherever" Mr. Howell said as he grabbed his clipboard and pulled his chair over near the boys "I'm assuming you know this but I'm Mr. Howell, you can just call me Dan. I'm just gonna talk with you boys about some stuff for starts. Nice and easy for our first day"

Troye sat criss cross on the couch with Tyler sitting stiffly next to him looking at the floor. "Okay who wants to being, just tell me a little about yourself and why you needed to come here" Troye looked at Tyler's profile, it looked like Tyler wouldn't be speaking up first.

"Okay um...I'm Troye. I'm 16 years old...I like to write songs that usually start as poems...um also my favorite color is blue and I'm here because I want to support Tyler" Troye said awkwardly

"thats the only reason you're here?" Dan asked

"Um I also have severe anxiety and um..." Troye paused

"and what? no pressure here Troye its just important to be honest"

"and depression, I was um...planning on ending my life earlier this year but not anymore I promise" Troye said nervously. Maybe this was a bad idea...

"Thats okay, its very important to be open...do you want to elaborate as to why?" Dan asked

Troye glanced at Tyler, he took a deep breath...Troye may not want to do this but he had to, for Tyler.