Chapter 9

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*Authors note*

I'm not sure how this has ended up being over 1000 words long... I like this chapter a lot though. Can you please comment on if you prefer short or long chapters please. Next chapter will be a good one I think. Get ready ;)

Also, when we get to the Costa bit, I made up the drinks names lol. I went last Friday and still can't remember any of the drinks names :D

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Troyes POV

I awoke to the sound of birds tweeting and horses galloping. I smiled to myself. I sat up a little bit and felt achy all over. That's when I remembered.

I reached over to grab my water, forgetting about the stone cold tea next to it.

"Shoot," I frowned, hearing the mug fall to the floor.

"Troye?" Tylers comforting voice shouted, from the bathroom.

"Can you bring a cloth please," I sighed.

Tyler walked in, wearing a pair of jeans, a white top and a denim jacket. He looked awesome. "What is it?" he asked.

"I spilt," I whispered, pointing to the tea. He smiled, I blushed.

"Clutz," he laughed, before bending down and wiping up the mess. He picked up the mug and put it with the cloth on the tray from last night.

"Well good morning Sleepy Head," he said, before plonking himself down on his bed. Our bed.

"Morning Tilly," I said, slowly. I looked at him and he looked at me.

"Your t-shirt," he giggled, pointing down at it.

"Urgh," I moaned before taking it off and turning it around, "where are Zoe and Alfie?"

He moved himself up the bed to be level with me. i looked at his face and he wrapped his arm around me carefully. I lay my head down on his shoulder and his put his head, gently, on mine.

"They were up earlier. I saw them for a bit but Zoe wanted to check out some of the shops. I said to her that you were up half of the night so wouldn't wake up till late. she wanted to wait for you but I told her to leave it. We'll all chill tomorrow I said,"

"Thanks Tyler. Do you want to go get a breakfast coffee or something when I'm dressed?" I asked him.

"Well, I'm not sure about a breakfast coffee, I mean it is 2 PM," he smiled, "but sure. Do you want me to do anything for you now?"

"Bin the mars bars," I whispered, only loud enough for him to hear.

"Already have done. I do have a brain Troye," he said, raising his eyebrows at me. I frowned, until he started laughing.

 

Tylers POV

I left Troye whilst he got dressed and sat on the sofa for a little bit. I clicked onto Tumblr and stalked the Troyler tag for a little bit. For some reason it made me smile more than ever today.

Troye walked into the room and saw me laughing at a very well edited picture of us 'kissing'.

"What?" he asked.

"Er. My mom just sent me a picture of her," I lied.

"Can I see?" he asked, stepping a bit closer to me.

"Snapchat," i sighed (My mom didn't even know what snapchat was- let alone knew how to use it!), "lets go!"

He straighned off his white infinity t-shirt and trousers. NeitheR of which I had eve seen before. He picked his jacket up off of the hook and I took my orange hoodie.

"My top is from a viewer," he said when we were in a cab on the way to the nearest costa, which actually wasn't that near, "I love it. I love the infinity sign. It just inspires me. Crazy I know, an eight on it's side is part of the reason I actually get up each morning."

"No, it's fine. I totally get it," I smiled, he turned to look out of the cab window and looked really adorable.

"12 horses," he said in my ear, before we got out of the taxi. I smiled and shook my head at his childishness. We entered Costa and were hit by the buzz of polite chit chat and the smell of coffee and chocolate.

"Do you want me to get a table and you order?" he suggested. I nodded at him, "can I have a caramel hot chocolate with with no whipped cream, 4 marshmallows and chocolate powder please."

I recited his order insde my head whilst I waitied in the never ending line.

"Good afternoon, Sir," smiled a smart looking waiter, in his mid-twenties. I smiled at him, forgetting for a second what i was even doing.

"I'll have a gingerbread coffee with one sugar and a caramel hot chocolate with 4 marshmallows, no cream and chocolate powder. If it's not too much to ask, it would really make my friends day of you could shape the chocolate power to be like an infinity sign? It would literally, I dont even know. He'd just love it," I orded, pausing so he could type up the order.

"He? I thought it would be for your valentine, Sir," smiled the waiter, as he began on our orders. I saw him take extra care when doing the powder and I almost forgot his last comment.

"Thanks. And I'm gay. Call me," I winked, leaving my fake phone number on a napkin. I watched him over my shoulder as he blushed, and then excused himself from the bar. I dread to think what he was doing in the cloakroom...

I got to the little booth where Troye had picked, I went to sit opposite him but changed my mind.

"How long have I been?" I asked, handing him the cup.

"About twenty minutes. But you know, it's fine. Not like I was waiting for a drink or anything," he laughed, trying to be sarcastic.

I bit my lip, waiting for him to notice the sign on his drink. It took a few minutes, but it was well worth it.

"Tyler! This is awesome, I feel like I almost cant drink it! Tyler! This is. I dont even know what to say. Thank you, Tilly," he smiled, leaning in to me.

He got out his phone and clicked onto instagram.

"Selfie," he explained. I smiled at the camera and so did he. I now realis ewhy people ship us so hard. 'Hot chocolate with Tilly :D @TylerOakley' he captioned it.

Within seconds, my phone was going crazy with likes and comments. I posted a picture too, a bit more of a jokey one. I know how much the fans love those...

"I said yesterday we needed to talk, and now seems like a good time," I said, checking no one was really close to us. It was fine, but I still moved usp a bit closer to Troye, turning his face gently with my chin so he was facing me.

"Fire away," he replied,pulling a brave smile and locking my gaze for a few seconds.

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