please dont say you love me // tracob au

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Jacob got out of his class later than anticipated, due to his professor happily taking up an extra fifteen minutes of the students time to explain their final project that Jacob could care less about, knowing that he had a sad and hungry Troye waiting for him at home. 

Or at least- Troye's apartment was starting to feel like his home. 

Jacob had gotten Tyler's text during his break between classes and since reading it, the college student's mind had not left the subject of Troye once.

Once his professor had finished explaining the project that Jacob would probably need to email the professor about later considering the fact that he was not paying attention in any sense, he bolted out of the class quickly as possible.

He walked out of the business building that his class was located in and headed for the commuter parking lot, waiting for his red mercedes to come into his view. It was in this moment where he realized that the walk felt a lot longer than he previously thought it was. 

It's when you're in a hurry that things seem to go by painstakingly slowly. While he was on the run, or...fast walk in this case, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and took it off do not disturb mode, which he forced himself to do so he could focus more in class.

 In this case, it didn't work out too well. 

He looked down at his phone, and saw a text from his mom which he'd respond to later, and he froze when he saw...a missed call from Troye.

And a voicemail.

All that ran through Jacob's mind was all the horrible things that could have happened in the five hours Jacob had been at class. 

A breakdown? A seizure? He ran out of coffee?

Jacob tried to relax his mind....he probably just missed him. It's probably nothing. But his heart sped up anyways.

He stopped in his tracks the second he clicked on the voicemail and pressed his phone against his ear.

Hey, uh...Jacob, uhm it's me...Troye. Uhm...I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're hearing this but I just.... I needed some...space, uhm I decided to go home for a few days. To uh, to Australia. I'm so sorry, you- you don't deserve a shitty person like me...

Jacob's heart sank in his chest as he heard the sound of Troye's broken voice coming through the phone, it was evident he was crying while he was recording this.

But I just- I can't do this right now. I'm sorry. I'm about to board the plane to Melbourne. I'll- uh let you know when I land so you know I got there safely. 

There was a long pause where all that could be heard was Troye's shaky breaths.

Fuck..I'm sorry.

"No no no no please Troye!" Jacob cried as he took off into a sprint towards his car, tears forming in his eyes.

Troye left. He was gone. Jacob couldn't help but immediately blame himself for not keeping his phone on in class, for not staying home like he wanted to, for not thinking that Troye might flee sooner. He thought maybe he'd be able to stop him. 

He looked at the voicemail, it was left almost an hour ago. 

He couldn't. He was gone.

As soon as he slammed his car door, he sped off out of the parking lot, driving like a crazy person out of the school, ignoring the incredibly slow speed campus limit of 25. 

He immediately hooked up his phone and hit Troyes contact to call him, but let out a strangled cry as his phone went straight to voicemail.

"Fuck Troye c'mon," Jacob uttered as he speed down the highway. He was thanking his blessings that UCLA was was only a 20 minute drive to Troye's apartment, 15 on a good traffic day.