So before I start this chapter, I just want to say a few things. 1.) Thank you all SO much for 1k reads on this fanfic. That may not be a lot for some of you, but to me, it seriously means SO SO SO much, 2.) Thank you to Fiona for giving me an amazing idea for how Troye finds out about Tyler's ED. 3.) Thank you for the nice comments and messages about my Gay Marriage rant. I posted it on Tumblr as well and I've been getting SO many messages about it. If any of you can read it, I'd be so grateful. Also, you can find it on Tumblr and tag Troye and Tyler in the comments. Please enjoy this chapter. xoxo -Emily
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Troye's POV
The ride back home was silent. Completely silent. Maybe I needed to trust Tyler. He said it himself that he would tell me if something was wrong.
We pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. No one was home. Again. As we were walking in, Tyler spoke.
"Troye?"
I stopped and faced him. "Yes Tilly?"
"I know it's not that late but I think I'm just gonna go to bed." He looked down.
"How come? Is everything okay?"
"Um yeah. Everythings fine. I think I'm just um getting a cold or something."
"Oh okay. Well feel better."
I went to hug him but he backed away. I frowned.
"I um, wouldn't want to get you sick. Night."
With that, he walked into the house and left me outside.
Tyler's POV
I walked up the stairs, down the hall and into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me. I knew I didn't eat anything today but I needed to try. I sat in front of the toilet.
You lied to him. You're a filthy liar.
I looked at my marked up fingers. Wondering how Troye hadn't noticed them yet.
He hasn't noticed them because he doesn't care.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
You're FAT.
"No..." I whispered so quietly that even I could barely hear myself.
YOU'RE FAT. JUST THROW UP ALREADY.
With that, I stuck my finger down my throat.
I only threw up a little bit. There was nothing in my stomach. I was starving. I wanted to eat but I couldn't.
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands.
I opened the door to see Troye standing there.
"Tilly. Is everything okay?"
I nodded. "Just had to use the bathroom. Everythings fine."
Just as he was about to try and hug me again I pushed him back a little.
"Tyler what the hell?" He looked irritated.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want to get you sick."
I knew he wasn't buying it so I walked past him, into his room, got my pillow and walked downstairs.
"Where are you going?" I heard Troye call from the top of the stairs.
"Sleeping on the couch."
"Tilly. You don't have to worry about getting me sick. I'll be fine."
I didn't respond. I just layed down on the couch and fell asleep within seconds.
Troye's POV
I woke up at 10 am and realized Tyler wasn't next to me. That's right. He decided to sleep on the couch.
I sleepily got out of bed and walked downstairs to see Tyler asleep. I quietly walked up to him and shook him a little. Before I could say his name, he jolted awake and quickly moved away from my touch.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's uh... fine. Do you want some breakfast?"
"Sure..."
I had to make sure he was eating. I made us both some toast with Nutella.
"Here you go." I said walking back into the living room.
I handed Tyler his toast and watched him eat it. He seemed to be fine. I knew that he wasn't sick though because I knew how he acted when he was sick. There had to be another reason he wouldn't hug me back then.
I was about to wrap my arm around his shoulder but he moved away.
"Uh. Could you get me another blanket. It's kind of cold."
What. The. Hell. Why was he acting like this.
I got up and got a blanket. I was going to wrap it around him but he quickly took it and did it himself.
I sat down on the other side of the couch and thought.
I thought and thought until I realized.
Was Tyler losing feelings for me?
