In Our Dreams: Troyler

Chapter 4: The Party

So in this chapter I'm kinda gonna copy and past the meeting part from my other story "We've Been Shipped" so if you have read that and thought it looked familiar, well....

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*Tyler's P.O.V.*

The morning was boring, really. I felt an ache in my chest to march back up to my room, Troye and I's room, and just fall back asleep with him curled under my arms.

"Yo, Oakley, stop daydreaming about the boy toy and come over here," Alfie snapped his fingers to get me out of my thoughts.

"Ughh, but I'm bored!" I complained as I sulked my way over to the place I should've been standing. Instead I sat down on the black stage and put my head in my hands.

"Tyler? You okay?" Alfie asked kneeling down to my level.

"Ya, ya, fine. Just tired and it's my birthday and..."

"Wait! It's your birthday!?" Alfie screamed, "WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS?"

"So that you didn't make a big deal out of it..."

"WELL IM MAKING A BIG DEAL!" Alfie shouted again.

I groaned and put my hands on my ears, now I thought to myself, that I am really acting like a big baby.

We practice a couple of times more before some of the British Youtubers had a meet up. I looked at the clock and surprisingly it was time for me to go to one of my panels. Hopefully I would see Troye there. It was about 2:30 and I wonder if he was even awake yet. Probably not.

I walked down the hallway and out to the back alley where it was safer for the Youtubers to walk and not get bombarded by fans. I relized that I had two minuets to get to the panel before I was officially late.

Pushing open the door, the air conditiner blasted at me as I walked through the door frame, messing up my hair, which greatly madend me. I kept fast walking to the room and burst open the doors.

*After The Panel*

The panel ended and some boring bisness people came up and started talking to me about well, bisnessy crap. We talked about it for a while before I was sidetraked by a quiff and brown hair.

Was it him?

His brown hair stood up slightly and his eyes were - are - so blue. I starred and my voice faltered and became more quiet.

"Tyler?..." One of the ladies asked.

"One minute please." I told the person I was talking to, "Oh, hey!" I shouted in my high voice.

"Um... Tyler?" Troye said looking nervous as hell. Why was he so nervous, then again, I was nervous meeting him for the "first" time too.

"Troye, come! Embrace!" I told him. He tried leaning over the table but I went around it and grabbed him. He smelled so good. Wow, I'm a creeper.

"How are you Troye? Are you good? Do you like America?" I asked him.

"Haha, ya! I'm good! America is weird though, well the parts of it that I've seen. Becuase, you know, I only saw the airport and some of the landscape before I fell asleep and then the hotel-." Troye stuttered pulling away from the hug and rambled. So cute.

"Hey, don't worry, I don't bite. Well, maybe," and so I winked. Feeling slightly embaressed about my horrible way of flirting.

I chuckled trying to clear the awkwardness the rose between us, "Well, I have to get back to this so we should hang out tonight! It's my BIRTHDAY!"