·Ease· Tracob

·Chapter Five·

Troye woke up, a headache forcing him to lay back down in pain. He looked beside him to see Emma in the other bed sleeping peacefully. He sighed and stared at the ceiling, the headache making him unable to think properly. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and checked his notifications.

No call or text from Jacob yet.

Troye scrolled through his instagram as he patiently waited for his manager to wake up from her deep sleep.

"No... Don't take the crown from my prince.." Emma mumbled in her sleep. Troye gave her a weird stare as she began to squirm around in her bed, a worried expression on her face. He began to watch her talk to herself in entertainment.

"Jacob, you have a nice body..." Emma mumbled again, that made Troye narrow his eyes at Emma.

"Oh no you didn't." He said in a sassy voice. He got up and went to the bathroom, with a cup in one hand. He poured cold water into the cup and walked back into the room, holding the cup up above Emma. He slowly poured the cold water over Emmas head, as he waited for her to wake up. She woke up quickly and looked around with a panicked look on her face. Before she could say anything, Troye grabbed her foot and pulled her off the bed, making her hit her head on the floor. She looked at him, annoyance written across her face.

"What the hell was that for?!" She asked angrily.

"Oh Jacob, you have such a nice body." He mimicked her in a high pitched voice. She felt her face turn red, as she stuttered for an answer. Troye crossed his arms over his chest and waited for an answer from Emma.

"We were doing a photoshoot and Jacob took off his shirt. It was hot and that was my dream." Emma explained nervously as Troye narrowed his eyes at Emma. She twiddled her thumbs together nervously and looked away from Troye. She had never expected to sleep talk, hell she never thought she would have a suddenly hot dream about a hot gay guy that Troye was dating. She felt both ashamed and embarrassed.

"For that you are doing my laundry and texting Jacob. I want you to apologize to him for what you did. You also have to pay for lunch." Troye explained in a stern voice, finding amusement in how embarrassed Emma was.

"Okay.." She said sighing as she stood up and looked down. Troye chuckled and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

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"Troye! Someone is here to see you." Emma said loudly, standing at the doorway. Troye raised his eyebrow in confusion and got up and walked to the door. She moved out of the way to reveal Astrid with an excited look plastered on her face.

"Why do you look like life is so great, Astrid?" Troye asked, running his fingers through his brown curly locks. Astrid walked in past Troye without saying anything. Troye looked at her with confusion and closed the door, then she began to squeal with delight and bounce up and down around the room.

"What the hell is so exciting?!" Troye asked once again.

Astrid stopped and stared at him, "They. Have. Pizza. Here."

Troye looked at her, dumbfounded at what she had just said.

"Did you really just make a big deal over a god damn pizza?" Troye asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Astrid nodded but frowned slightly. She could tell something was off with Troye, because usually he were more upbeat with her. If anything, she would have thought he would have jumped up and down in excitement with her.

"Something bothering you, kiddo?" She asked in curiosity. Troye shrugged and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Jacob hasn't texted me all day. I'm getting kinda worried, because recently he had become friends with this guy Alex and I don't have a good feeling about this guy at all. I can tell he has a thing for Jacob and I don't like the thought of them being together while I'm thousands of miles away, unable to do anything about it." Troye explained sadly. Astrid nodded as she listened to him, and gently patted him on the back. She thought quietly to herself as she tried to think of the right thing to say.