Away for a month

Chapter 3

PART 3

Troye's POV

“Look Troye, I’m sorry I freaked out, I’m just worried ok, I need the loo though, stay Troye,” she smiled, kissing my forehead in apology.

“Stay Zoë,” I replied, smiling.

I saw her walk down the aisle, twiddling the ends of her hair and smiling at a couple of well-dressed viewers and stopping for a picture with them.

I clicked onto my You Tube and loaded up my latest video. I looked through the comments:

‘Great video- oh wait aha not really’

‘Troyler is not real’

‘ohmygodd I litraly cant belive you think that tiler would lyke u #dreim#on #no#waye’

‘way to go. You just earn another thumb! Down…’

‘go eat. You’re to skinny.’

Great. That’s al I need. Badly spelt, creative, rude comments. And I guess you were right- I did just get another thumbs down. That makes 84%. 

I tore open the packet of peanuts and ate them as quick as I possibly could.

Zoë got back and smiled at me. I got up as quick as I could and walked over to the toilets. I walked in and locked the door.

I sat down on the porcelain toilet lid (classy- nicer than the plastic ones in business) and held my head in my hands. I began to cry big, heavy tears and drenched my hands completely. I stood up to use the hand dryer and looked at myself in the mirror. Looking now, my eyes looked hollow, they had big grey bags under them and just looked so out of place on my ghostly pale face.

I sighed. I was too skinny. But not by choice. Only because I couldn’t keep food down. I only ate those nuts to make Zoë happy. I couldn’t have her worrying about me. She is too special to me to worry about little things like that- and plus, she’s right we are going on holiday soon so-

Before I could continue babbling to myself in my head I was sick. I was sick and sobbing hysterically. I could hear the sound of footsteps coming to the door so had to quickly flush the toilet and wash my face. When I was sure all traces of evidence were gone, I opened the door.

“Oh my God! You’re Troye Sivan! I’m your number one Troyeblemaker! Can I have a picture?” rambled a small, plump girl of about 13/14.

“Sure,” I said, trying my hardest to not be sick again.

I smiled, doing a peace sign as she did a cute little pout.

“Thank you, you are my hero!” she said, hugging me.

I hugged her back, “what’s you’re name?”

“Lila,” she beamed.

“Well thanks a lot Lila, I think you just made  my day!”  I said to her.

She twiddled her hair awkwardly, wanting to say something else. “Are you… ok?” she asked, finally.

“I’m fine, Lila. Why? What’s wrong?” I asked, self-consciously.

“You just look a bit sad,” she frowned. Reaching into her rucksack. I looked at her, wide eyed and she looked back. Her big blue eyes stared at me and I couldn’t help but smile, “here.”

She handed me a beautiful bracelet, stringed with beautiful blue beads. On the back of the beads was written the words ‘I love you’ I bit my lip, trying to stop me from crying.