a/n: what is the first tracob fic you ever read? better yet, go ahead and recommend me any stories (idc what ship) bc i could always use more in my life. thank ya and enjoy
Jacob's pov
"And how was the rest of your day?" I ask chirpily as Troye walks through the front door, slinging it shut and leaning against it.
"That bad?" I speculate, scanning the boy's exhausted body.
He nods and leans forward, up from the door and trudges to the couch, landing down on his stomach and sighing.
"That... kid, whatever you want to call him, he was bothering me again on the way home." Troye mutters, setting his bag down on the floor.
"That kid? Troye, who is it?" I ask warily, stepping closer and completely forgetting about the soup I've been steaming on the stove for the past two hours.
He glances up at me guiltily and stares back down at the wood floors.
"Tyler Oakley, he's the head of my old group of friends. He keeps trying to sneak his way back into my life... but I just, I don't want to. Not right now at least, I'm not ready." He pauses and blinks his newfound tears away, "I don't think they realise that Dylan is all I see in them anymore, it only took Mum getting sick to really trigger it and make me push them away."
I frown and sit down on the floor next to the couch, right next to his face.
"Are you alright, really?" I whisper, reaching my hand up and gently curling my fingers in his hair.
Troye nods and sniffles, "Yes, I'm just knackered from school today and Tyler didn't help with the stress."
I nod an okay and kiss his forehead.
"Alright, sweetheart, I'm gonna go finish our food. It will be out in a jiffy." I smile and get up.
"Thank you, Jakey." He whispers, and right before he's out of sight, I watch him blush a million shades of red and hide his face in the couch.
My lord, he will surely be the death of me.
...
Three am.
"What's wrong?" I finally ask, setting my hand on his arm.
He turned over away from my touch hours ago and has been awake sniffling since. Something is up.
Troye shakes his head no, "N-nothing, go to sleep."
"Troye... you know I'm not going anywhere, right?" I whisper, softly rubbing circles on his arm.
Just in knowing him in the past month, I've come to realise he has the strong belief that everyone around him is going to leave. I assume that is why he tries to push them away before they can leave on their own.
"I don't know, Jacob... I'm just having a bad day. My sleeping medicine must not be working." He mutters and rocks his body back into mine, shutting his eyes and sighing.
"We can talk to your father about it in the morning. Is there anything I can do to help right now?" I offer, setting my arm over his waist and letting it hang over his little line of hair on his torso. What do they call that? A happy trail?
"No, I'm alright. Just remind me one last time, please. I need to know that you're not leaving." Troye chokes upon his words, gulping harshly and blinking away his tears.
I nod and move my hand up to his chest until my fingers are pressed over his heart.
"I'm not leaving, Troye. Not now, not anytime soon." I assure him, planting a kiss on his cheek and feeling his heartbeat both relax and speed up at the same time.
It's seems impossible, as if I both calmed him down and riled him up even more at the same time.
"Thank you," He whispers and bites his bottom lip, fluttering his eyes shut and letting out a deep breath.
I hum and rock our bodies back and forth until we both eventually fall asleep. Troye first because I refused to let myself fall asleep knowing he was still awake, then me shortly following after. No matter how much I craved a cigarette that night, I waited it out. I thought about Troye's disappointed and/or hurt expression when he would find out that I left him when I promised I wouldn't just to go smoke. That alone shut down my craving in seconds.
Things are changing. He's changing me. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.
