Part 4
Troye's POV
Well. This was an interesting plane ride. Zoë didn’t really talk much for a while after that. She let me refuse all the food that they offered me, and didn’t even care when I ordered more alcohol; in fact- she ordered one as well.
“Zoë? Are you ok?” I asked, as she gulped down her drink almost as quick as I drank mine earlier.
“Yes Troye. I’m just tired I guess. I’ve not had a proper sleep since before I came to stay with you. I’m just literally exhausted, ya’ know?” she asked, shutting down her Mac Book and laying her backwards, looking at me.
“Yea I guess. I felt like that all the way through VidCon honestly. Now were going to both be even more messed up- I mean, how many hours difference is it for Tennessee?” I asked, doing the same.
“I don’t know, I think it’s a lot. It must be loads, actually. Argh Troye I don’t know! I wasn’t any good at geography,” she laughed, playfully knocking my arm.
“Zoë, I feel like I could tell you anything,” I sighed.
“You can, what is it?” Zoë asked, sounding like I actually could.
“I’m really nervous, Zo. Just about this whole trip. I don’t want it to go wrong,” I sighed.
“Why would it, Troye?”
“Because I like Tyler,” I babbled.
“What? I cant tell what your saying when you talk that fast!"
“I like Tyler. Like like Tyler,” I said, “please don’t tell anyone.”
“Troye, who do you think I am?! I wouldn’t dream of doing that. And I think you should just tell him. Just tell him as soon as you can. It’ll make it awkward if you don’t,”
“But it’ll be awkward if I tell him, I mean I cant avoid him all of our holiday!”
“I’m tired, think it over, and don’t screw up Troye. Night. Or morning? Or afternoon…”
“Yep…”
Tyler's POV
“Where we off?” Alfie asked me. I guided him to a little restaurant/café/shack… and we ate there.
“Hey Alf?” I asked, as we sat down with our food.
“Hey Ty?” he asked, mocking me.
"I need to tell you a secret. But you can’t tell anyone. I mean anyone. Not even Zo, ok?”
He promised and swore he would listen and take it seriously.
“I think I like Troye,” I whispered.
“Well that’s kind of obvious? If you didn’t then we wouldn’t have invited either of you here,” he exclaimed, totally not getting it.
“Gurl! Of course I like Troye. I think that I like like him. In fact I know. I know I love Troye Sivan,” I said, locking a stare with Alfie so he knew I was not lying.
“Are you sure? I mean, I know your gay, and I know he’s gay. But are you sure?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"Yes, Alfie. Yes I'm sure. So don’t tell him, please. I would literally die if he found out and didn’t like me back,”
“So you wouldn’t die if he found out and did like you?”
“Yes. Wait. No. I’m lost. Anyway, please don’t get any ideas from that. You promised,” I said, pouting at him.
He laughed at me before sighing, “Who do you think I am, Tyler? I wouldn’t dream of telling anyone!”
“Cross your heart?” I asked, smiling.
“ Cross my heart,” he smiled back.
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FanfictionNo one wants to admit that they're messed up. But what if you think its the truth- as Troye does. Zoe and Alfie invite Troye and Tyler with them on their trip to America, and they find out a lot of unexpected truths about each other. Truths that no...
