I thought you would've forgotten

Prologue

(This story contains mentions of abuse, addiction and minor suicidal thoughts but there is no self harm or immense detail of blood)

Imagine this:

Playlist Live 2013

An 18 year old Troye Sivan, with a small YouTube channel with 100k subs, spots Tyler Oakley, the main reason he started his videos, the person who would later convince him to film his coming out video in his lounge room, Troye's main inspiration.

Tyler and Troye, having had talked for a little while beforehand, were both excited to meet up at this convention.

They hadn't made a designated meet up spot or anything, so when Troye saw Tyler, he had a sudden urge to turn and run away. Tyler was in the middle of a conversation anyway. He was about to walk away, when Tyler stopped talking and turned his attention to Troye.

"Oh hey!" He said enthusiastically, attracting the stares of a few other YouTubers and fans.

Troye, having had just began a real life conversation with Tyler, was embarrassed. He went in for the hug over the desk.

"Come, embrace!" Tyler said, giggling to himself at the sight of a star struck Troye Mellet.

Troye walked around the desk, still having not even said hi to Tyler yet.

Tyler walked up to the boy with brown hair, full lips, and slightly red cheeks.

He flung his arms around Troye's middle section.

Troye, still being incredibly nervous, hesitated for a few moments before placing his arms hastily around Tyler.

"Hi." He said, into Tyler's hair.

Eventually, Tyler pulled away, way too soon, or so Troye thought.

They talked for a few more moments.

Well, Tyler talked and Troye occasionally said a few words.

Tyler notice the flustered state of the boy. 

"Here, I'll give you my number and you can give me yours." Ty said, handing Troye his phone.

Troye fumbled and the small device nearly fell to the ground. If it was anyone else, Tyler would've snatched his phone back right away, but this shy boy Troye, who was incredibly cute and seemingly interesting, was different.

Tyler put his number into Troye's phone and Troye did the same on Tyler's phone.

Tyler really liked Troye, and he hoped that maybe they'd be able to talk more if they weren't face to face.

Troye excused himself, not that he wanted to, but he really needed to let Tyler keep talking about businessy shit to some random important people.

He walked back to his hotel room and pressed his key card to the pad. The first time, it didn't recognise. Troye tried again, and a third time.

He heard a chuckle from behind him.

"Tyler!" Troye exclaimed.

"My meet up thing finished. Can't you get into your room?" Tyler asked.

"No." Troye said glumly.

"Here." Tyler said, holding his hand out.

Troye handed him the key card.

"It says room 16. You're trying to get into room 15." Tyler chuckled softly.

Troyes face went red. He thanked Tyler and then bounded into his room.