Troye's pov
Leaving is always a sad thing for me, the thought of leaving something behind. It's just a holiday, Troye, quit thinking about it, Troye. But scolding myself doesn't make it hurt any less. Packing up our clothes and belongings we scattered across the hotel room over the past few days was a hassle considering we're leaving with much more than what we arrived with. Jacob and I treated ourselves to a few new coats and tees we can both wear. It's an unspoken thing, that the two of us share clothes. It started when Jacob literally had nothing so I lent him some clothes, but even after we went shopping and got him some clothes of his own, we still wear each other's. I wear his tattered down band tees and he wears my pastel coloured shirts, it's adorable in the best way possible.
Anyway, packing was a hassle, leaving our temporary room was bittersweet, and boarding the flight back home was liberating. Everything about it was bittersweet. We're leaving, but we're going back to where we belong. Home. Jacob caught on to my glum state, he didn't speak up about it, he just tried his best to distract me and keep me a silly giggling mess. He's good at doing that. He'll point out the blobs of buildings from down below and go 'prince harry may have pissed there! prince harry may have taken a poo there! hell! prince harry may have gotten laid there! far out man! far out!'. And then when we began flying across the channel he blabbed on about how many other creatures live down there. He'd ponder about just how many fish, how many crustaceans, how much of any and all life there is down below. And then he spaced out for a minute, cuddling into my side and whispering about how much of the ocean is undiscovered. Once again, adorable in the best way possible.
Not long later we landed back in London and took a cab back to the flat. Hand in hand, we walked in like some old cheesy married couple and sighed in content as we entered. Everything is exactly how we left it, just coated with a good centimetre of dust.
"I'll set up the music, you put up our bags pleeease." I smile and hand him my bag.
He takes it and lugs our bags to our room while I open up the curtains and slide my phone out of my pocket. I connect it to my speaker and press shuffle on a playlist the both of us put together not long ago. It's a mixture of both of our tastes in music, which is practically everything besides harsh EDM and country. Hell, we've listened to Mozart on track for hours before just because we could. a/n: issa actually great to write to. LOVE. by Kendrick Lamar is first to purr out of the speaker, making me crack a smile and sway my hips around as I retrieve the duster. I tidy up the place and in no time have it back up to tip-top shape. All while Jacob cooks dinner and dances along to our playlist. More in particular, wicked by Mansionz and G-Eazy. The two of us gay as can be, but can obviously get down to that song.
And so we cleaned, danced, cooked, and sang, enjoying the last of our break before returning back to the academy. We hustled and kept ourselves distracted until we finally had to take a break, sitting down at the table and eating our meal. We stayed up until Dad came home, me giving him a kiss on the cheek while Jacob gave him an awkward hug, Dad muttering that he's to hear all that went down on holiday. I immediately spoke up that I was awfully tired and must go to sleep right away, bolting to my bedroom and leaving Jacob to fend for himself.
About half an hour later he trudged into the room with a guilty and cheeky smile, stripping his trousers and shirt off and flopping onto the bed next to me.
"He said we're going to confessional," Jacob chuckles, pressing his cheek against the sheets and staring at me sweetly.
I return the smile and scoot closer, "Can't wait."
"Oh, hush. We're not actually going to a bloody confessional." He snickers, wrapping an arm around my waist and snuggling into my side.
"Shame," I mutter and bury my head into his chest, breathing against his skin and pressing short kisses to it with every other inhale.
"Na-night angel." He whispers drowsily, relaxing against my touch and yawning lightly.
"Na-night."
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a/n: tell me something positive going on in your life pls n thx
