I just wanted to give a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who it voting, commenting and actually reading this fanfic. I honestly don't think it's very good but since you guys like it, I'll keep writing. Also, this fanfic is more than half way to 2k reads! GUYS! I have the biggest smile on my face right now. One more thing, I know that at the beginning of this fanfic, I said that there may or may not be smut. I've decided that there won't be any smut in this fanfic because I have already planned out everything that's going to happen. Therefore, there will be smut in the next one. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please let me know if you do in the comments below. xoxo -Emily
Troye's POV
I could feel the light from outside shining through my window. I opened my eyes a bit and automatically squeezed them shut. Finally, I slowly opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light. I looked at my alarm clock to see it was only 9 am. Then I realized that Tyler and I had fallen asleep on the floor, leaning against my bed. I smiled down at him. He was snoring softly. I didn't want to wake him but I knew I had to. I had to talk to him.
I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
"Tilly." I whispered softly in his ear.
He moved a little bit and then opened his eyes.
I gently pulled him up so he was sitting and facing towards me.
"Tilly. You know we have to talk right?" I asked pacing my hand on his knee.
He nodded and looked down.
"Tyler. When I say we need to talk, I mean both of us. You need to tell me what's going on or I won't be able to help you."
He whispered something too quietly for me to hear.
"What?"
"Maybe I don't want help..."
"Tyler. You need help. I can't let you do this to yourself."
He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
"TROYE. MAYBE I DON'T WANT HELP. MAYBE I JUST WANT TO KEEP THIS UP AND FINALLY DIE. BECAUSE NO ONE WANTS ME HERE AND..." He stopped and let out a sob.
I pulled him into a hug. "Shh. Tilly it's okay. Tell me what you were going to say."
He put his face in the crook of my neck and whispered, "and I don't know why you would even want me either."
"Tyler," I said firmly whille pulling him away so he could look at me, "I love you. I don't care if you think I don't because I know I do. I love you so much and nothing will ever change that. I'll always be here. We'll get through this together. I promise."
"I love you too Troye." he looked down again.
"Tyler?"
"What?"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Almost a year... maybe."
"You've never tried to get help?"
He shook his head.
Tyler's POV
I shook my head. "I never wanted to get help. I always thought it was just a one time thing that I'd be able to get rid of."
"Tyler. If I do this, you can't hate me. Ok?"
"Wait. Do what?"
"I'm going to take you to a rehab facility..."
My mouth dropped open. "Troye! You can't do that!"
"I have to."
"Why. Because you don't want to deal with me?"
"Shut up Tyler."
"Why the hell would I shu-"
Well I guess you could say he shut me up before I could shut myself up.
He crashed his lips to mine. You know how in books or movies, the two people's lips fit together perfectly. Like they're just meant to go together? Yeah, well that was happening now.
He pulled away and I frowned.
"I'm taking you to rehab. End of story."
I nodded and he engulfed me in a hug.
I guess I would try.
But not for me.
For Troye.
