I was awakened by a door creaking open, the midmorning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Zoe's small head peeped through, her eyes dark and full of concern.
"Troye, you're awake." She stepped into the room with a reassuring smile.
"Zoe, what happened last night?" I say, louder than I intended. I vaguely remember pulsing shapes and the heat of the night. My head begins to throb and my stomach twists over on itself.
"Shhh, Troye, it's alright." Zoe came over and placed a glass of water on my bedside table. "You and Tyler both had a bit too much to drink. I drove both of you guys home early; I wasn't feeling too well myself."
I thanked Zoe profusely and looked over at the other bed, where Tyler slept. His hair was messy, making him look like a little kid. I wanted to fucking kiss him so bad, but I was feeling pretty terrible. Having so much alcohol was a horrible idea.
"I'm gonna go make some lunch. You want anything, Troye?" Zoe offered, heading towards the door. "Nah, I'm good, Zo. I'm so fucking hungover right now."
Zoe gave me a sympathetic smile and slipped out the door quietly. A rustling sound came from the other side of the room, and I looked over to see a shirtless Tyler, sans-glasses, smirking at me.
"You weren't even asleep," I chided him. He just grinned.
"You look so cute when you sleep," he replied. "I've been awake for hours, Troye-boy." I blushed. Whenever Tyler called me cute nicknames like that, my whole body filled with an unexplainable rush and it made me look back at how lucky I was to have him in my life.
"You alright?" I asked. "I was a bit of a mess last night, I'm sorry."
Tyler only laughed. "Babe, I'm always a mess. Don't worry."
My body began to get the warm feeling again, and I looked down at my phone. 11:54. Tyler reached for his laptop but winced at the bright screen, closing it soon after. He patted the spot next to him on his bed, making room for me to sit.
"Do you expect me to get through this hell without you? I feel like complete shit and you do too, so allow us to drown in our miseries together."
I smiled and climbed in, pulling the covers up to my chin. His hand grabbed mine under the sheets, intertwining his fingers with mine. He rested his head on my chest, his breath warm on my neck. I leaned down to kiss his forehead.
"Goodnight, Tilly," I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Goodnight, Troye."
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My phone vibrating in my pocket woke both of us up from our 24 hour cuddlefest.
"Hi mum," I said, my voice raspy and tired.
"Troye! How are you? How was the flight there? Did you get settled in all right?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, I did. I'm with Tyler right now. I don't really have much time; the gang's about to go out to get something to eat. We'll probably just find a bar somewhere," I lied.
"Alright, stay safe, I love you," she replied.
"Love you." I turned back to Tyler, who was smirking at me as per usual.
"Troye, I have an idea," he said excitedly. I raised an eyebrow. I was feeling better after resting, but I wasn't sure whether I wanted to go along with whatever Tyler planned on doing.
"It's 2 AM."
"Come with me." There was a gleam in his eye that made me feel like I would be missing out if I didn't go along. No other words exchanged, we both got out of bed. I pulled on a jacket and shoes and followed Tyler out the door and down the elevator into the quiet lobby.
Tyler reached out his hand and grabbed mine, pulling me out into the cold night air. The busy city of London was awake as always, ever-changing and exciting. My breath puffed out into clouds, and for a moment we just stood there staring at each other.
"Why the fuck did we do this?" Tyler laughed. Swinging my hand with his, we headed down a back road and wandered around town until we reached a deserted coffee shop. He pulled me inside and we ordered two lattes. We brought them outside, the steam rising out of the lid and filling the cold air. We sat, our knees touching, at a small table outside. Every so often Tyler's leg would bump mine, sending warmth throughout my body. We barely talked. I gazed up at the buildings around us and the sounds of the night, taking in the moment. When I had finished my drink, Tyler grabbed my hand from across the table.
"Fuck, Troye Sivan."
He stood up and pulled me towards him in a heated kiss. The night was our enemy - controlling and setting us free at the same time. I reached for the back of his neck, hoping for something to sort through the past few nights. My grip on reality was lost and I had gone far beyond the point of no return. The kiss grew stronger and more passionate, and every so often I would see his shimmering ocean blue eyes staring back at me, full of love and desire.
I broke away after several moments of complete bliss. I wanted Tyler more than anything in the entire world, and the lust in his eyes showed he felt the same way. He threw me a cheeky grin, and I smiled back, everything in that moment melting into one big, happy mess.
an; hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! hopefully the fourth one will be up soon ((:
