The Third Sugg (Zoella/ThatcherJoe fanfic)

Chapter 6: TROYEEE

I haven't slept the whole night. I never sleep when Troye is comming because he is always jet-legged and I'm bored. But, I decided that I'll me jet-legged with him. Then we get into the same sleeping scadule, and yes that is sleep at day and party all night, and I am not bored.

I brushed my teeth, got dressed and got in the car. Troye has seen me at my worst, so I put on my swatshirt and a pair of jeans. I also took my beany because my hair was not looking good today.

I got to the airport and had to wait for him about twenty minutes. I put on my headphones and listened to my favourite album on my iPod - SUMMER JAMS. It's just a bunch of songs that, like summer, make me feel good. All of them didn't come out this summer, but most of them did.

Suddenly my iPod stopped. Battery low. Ugh.

I heard guitar and I got up and listened around. It was comming from somewhere near. A guy was playing 'Closer', on of my favourite songs. He seemed to have no 'Halsey' so I stepped in. It was time to se if I can actually sing.

You, look as good as the day I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane
Stay, and play that Blink-182 song
That we beat to death in Tucson, OK

I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke down car
And four years, no call
Now I'm looking pretty in a hotel bar
And I, I, I, I, I can't stop
No, I, I, I, I, I can't stop

People seemed to like it.

So baby pull me closer in the back seat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of that mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older

I really got into the chorus. When the song ended I felt more alive than ever. And people actually liked it. Maybe I could make something out of this.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

"Bravo!!!" I heard a familliar voice coming from behinde me. I freezed. Instantly.
"You were really good!!!" He said.
"Thanks!" I replied. "It felt really good!" I said with a smile on my face.
"I really think you could make a career out of this." He said. I could tell he was serious.
"You think so?" I asked "Because I've been thinking lately... What if things have turned out differently? Where would I be now? What if I still have time to choose what I want to do?" I told him.
"You always have time to choose. Even if you think you made the wrong choice, you always have time to go back an fix it. I hope you know that." He told me.

I was looking at my feet. I don't know what happened. I was speechless. He noticed something was wrong, but he just hugged me. And I felt better. I am so glad I have him. He is like a second brother to me.

"I love you, you know that?" I told him.
"I do. And I love you too." We stood there. At the airport. Just, hugging.

***

We got in the car and I put my playlist on. Without even knowing, we were jamming to 'I took a pill in Ibiza'.

"So how are Joe and Zoe?" Troye started the conversation.
"They're okay. Zoe is in Brighton, so the last time I saw her was when James and I broke up. And Joe is here with me and Casp. Oh my god! I can't belive I didn't tell you! I met Dan and Phil! Well, first Dan then Phil, but still." I was ranting.

"When?!" He jumped.
"Actually, two nights ago. So, Caspar and I were seeing a horror movie and it ended at, like, two a.m. And he took me to their flat. I didn't even realise I was at their place until I saw Dan. I just screamed 'OH MY GOD YOU BROUGHT ME TO SISTER DANIEL!' just like when I first metyou I screamed 'OH MY GOD IT'S BEYONCE!' " I finished and we were both laughing. "And I met Phil yesterday at a slushy place because he tweeted me saying that I can't come in his house and not meet him. He picked me up and, I mean just imagine this, I am running towards his car with a messy purse and shoes IN MY HANDS! So I am running towards the car in socks. He just started laughing and hugged me. I guess I just have a bad habbit of making a bad first impression and someday it's going to bite me in the ass."

I kept on ranting and Troye just laughed basically every time I opened my mouth.

"So I see you don't need me to make life interesting for you." He said when I finally stoped talking.
"Belive me, you do. This is the first thing that has happened since I came to London."

When we finally got home we both just went to sleep.

***

"Morning sunshine!" Troye came marching in my room. "Scoot over! You know, I found this amazing club that we should check out."
"Don't you think we should sleep first? I mean it's not even six. I was thinking we could sleep 'til nine and then go out at about eleven. How does that sound?" I asked trying to pull out puppy dog eyes.
"Are you trying to pull out puppy dog eyes? Because you know that doesn't work on me. Well, it does, but you have to be able to pull them out."
"Oh shut up! We weren't all blessed with gorgeous eyes and beautiful lock of hair like you!" I teased him.

He just fliped his imaginary long hair and turned around to sleep.

"OH!" He jumped. "I forgot to tell you! The club is karaoke! So we can siiiiiing!" He was getting all exited. But I couldn't. I was afraid. I knew that was stepping out of my comfort zone and I just wasn't okay with that. Suddenly, that bad energy came out of me. In a physical way. I vomited.

I had enough time to turn around and vomit on the floor, but that didn't help much.

"Jesus, Oli are you okay?" He came jumping.
"Yeah, sure. Let's say that."
"What happened. I was talking about how we could sing and you just vom-" he stopped "aaaaaa, you aren't getting stage fright are you?"
"What?! No! I would never! I could never! I mean... I don't know... I've never..." I was stopping. I couldn't form a sentence.
"Oli, it's okay. I mean this is your first time singing in public exept for that airport 'incident' which was amazing, by the way. I know you have it in you, you just need to pull it out."
"Hey! I know what we can do!" I said as the idea popped into my head. It was mental and crazy, but it was my idea so I wasn't suprised.