Troyler AU

Chappie 5

Troye regained consciousness slowly. He lay for a second, concentrating only on the pounding of his head. He groaned at his hangover and made to open his eyes. That was a huge mistake. The light seemed to pierce his brain. He lay still for a few more seconds before hearing something move beside him. He forced his brain to work again.

Where am I?

He dragged his hands to his eyes and tried to rub away some of the gunk glueing his eyelids together. He blinked a few times and managed to register that he was in a bed.

Not my bed.

He let out a quiet curse and tried to sit up to look around a bit, an endeavour not supported by his pounding headache. He forgot all of that in a second when he saw that there was a figurecurled up in the blankets beside him. Had he gone to some girls house?

That’s funny. I usually bring them to mine, and they’re gone in the morni- SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.

He knew that short bleached hair. It was when the figure rolled over that his worst fears were confirmed.

He was in bed with a boxer-clad Tyler Oakley.

What the hell happened last night?

He scoured his memory lightly. He remembered drinking... A lot. he remembered seeing Tyler sitting at the bar throwing back shot after shot, and later he remembered being to drunk to realise that dancing with him was a bad idea. After that, it started to get hella hazy, and all he could remember was how Tyler's touch felt like fire, and his lips tasted like whatever sex tasted like.

He knew he had to get out of there before Tyler woke up. He ignored his body's complaints as he pulled on his shorts and shirt, grabbing his wallet and snuck out the door of his apartment, pulling it shut behind him. He had no idea where he was or how he was going to get home, and he didn't care. He needed to get home and sleep off his hangover.

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Tyler woke up with what felt like the worst hangover he'd ever had. His entire body was throbbing in pain, and the light coming through the cracks in the curtains was enough to make him feel like puking. He took his time crawling out of his alcoholic coma. He was in his own bed, so he felt safe enough to be in no rush. After a while, he dragged himself to his kitchen to grab a Panadol. He frowned at his bed suspiciously.

Did I have someone over?

He knew a slept in bed, and his was that on both sides. He frowned in concentration.

What happened last night?

He surveyed the room. It looked fairly normal, minus the knocked over bedside table and clothes strewn throughout his apartment.

I should probably put some clothes on, Tyler thought as he registered that he was only wearing boxers. And... socks? He slowly picked up each item of clothing, a wave of dizziness washing over him every time he bent over. Shoe, button-up, leather jacket, skinny jeans...

He instantly froze. He swore, which he followed up with another loud string of swear words and suddenly all he could think about was Troye yelling his name and kissing his neck.

He didn't own a leather jacket, but he sure as fuck knew who did.

AU What did y'all think? I would LOVE to hear feedback!!! I have no idea how this chapter went but hey I was on a roll, and I am quite proud (I think). Either way brace yourselves for a HELLA awkward Monday morning. I'm excite. Also sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote half of it on google docs then finished it on wattpad. :) But yeah!!! hope you enjoyed!

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