I thought you would've forgotten

Part IV

Scene: Tyler and Troye are lying in Troye's hotel bed, with the free Netflix playing on the TV and their laptops resting in front of them, and they're both avidly searching through Tumblr

«Troye»

"Troye, look at this one!" Tilly giggled. I looked over his shoulder at his post.

It was one of us together, standing on the hill that Tyler always liked to go when he was at home. It was a completely normal picture, except for the fact we were surrounded by a billion crying Kim Kardashians.

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Well, that's what anyone would be like if they saw us together again, after all of the time we spent apart." I noted.

He bit his lip. Our laptops were abandoned at the end of our bed as he turned to face me.

"Listen, I really am sorry, Troye." I looked at him. Sudden tears spilled down my cheeks as I nodded.

"I'm sorry for making things worse." I said quietly.

"Do you really think I'm angry at you? Sure, you acted like a total dick when you didn't make any moves to contact me after I said that I desperately wanted us to be friends, but it was my fault that I left. If I had've know what I was walking into, I would've have ever left my house." He said earnestly.

"Then we would've had an issue." He looked at me, his head cocked to one side.

"You wouldn't have been able to see me." I said.

He laughed at my subtle Tyler Oakley ways.

"I... I miss your face Troye." He said, apparently not being able to settle for a simple, 'I miss you.'

"What part of my face?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh, you know, your nose, your skin, that's a big one, um... the eyes... oh, the ears and the eyebrows and eyelashes and... Oh! The lips." He said the last part quietly and I got the feeling he wanted to wink seductively at me.

I did it for him. Winked, I mean.

"Me too." I said.

"You miss your own lips?" He asked teasingly.

"No you idiot. Yours. Way to ruin the moment, Oakley." I said.

"You are a smooth talker, Sivan." He said. I didn't answer. I just looked at him, waiting for him to add something. If I didn't talk for long enough, I knew he'd say something.

"Oh, and I haven't ruined the moment. Watch this." Tyler said.

I looked at him, a challenging grin playing on my lips.

"I will wipe that smile right off your face." He whispered.

"Kinky bitch." I said.

"This, is kinky." He said quietly.

"Staring at me?" I asked.

"Oh, shut up, you're ruining the moment." He spat, despite the fact a grin had taken residence on his face.

"What moment? You sitting half a metre away from me and telling me that it's kinky?" I asked innocently.

"That wasn't it! I was gonna-" He began.

"Whatever you were gonna do, I'm about to do something ten times better." I said.

"What? Stare at me?" He said, quoting me.

"Dick hole." I said.

"You'd do me." He said.

"Watch me." I laughed at his half-horrified, half-amused expression.

I grabbed his wrists and pushed him back. Fear took over his face.

"Look, Troye, I said I was sorry, I'll do anything, you don't have to hurt-" He began, before I swiftly cut him off.

"Shut up, I'll do what I want." I said, watching the fear become more apparent on his features.

I pulled my legs up so I was straddling his waist.

I then slammed my face into his, pushing his back into the pillows.

I kissed him roughly, like I'd never imagined doing to anyone.

When I pulled away to get my breath he smiled at me.

"Didn't we do something similar but the opposite way about 2 years ago?" Tyler smiled.

"I thought you would've forgotten." I said. He kissed me again.

"Never, Troye. How could I forget? Why would I forget you or anything about you?" He said as he pulled away. We rolled over so he was on top of me.

"Also we were kind of drunk." I said.

"Damn it! I thought you would've forgotten." He said, quoting me from earlier.

"Never." I just said.

I'll admit, I still got sad thinking about the way he left me after he said he couldn't possibly leave me two years earlier.

But now I had new memories to make with him, and I couldn't wait.