The Day After Christmas (Part One)
Troye's pov
Waking up with a body sprawled over mine is not what I was expecting, to say the least.
"You're still here," I murmur.
He tightens his grip around my waist, "I am."
"Shouldn't you have been places? Shaking chains and cracking knuckles?" I question, rolling over on my side and turning away from him.
He scoots up closer to me and rests his head on my neck.
"Probably." He mumbles.
He sneaks his hand up to my chest and wiggles impossibly closer. I sigh under my breath, attempting to be slick and take his hand in mine. He is quick to move his hand down to my belly and clench his jaw the slightest.
"Why don't you let me touch you anymore?" I ask in hopes of getting an honest answer.
He shrugs his shoulders against my back, "Nothing you need to worry about darling. Go back to sleep, I gotta get going soon."
I frown, "No, I wanna know."
I grab his hand, making him hiss out in pain and jerk back. In a flash, he's standing in front of me with his hand cradled to his chest.
"Fuck! Why'd you have to do that?!" He speaks through gritted teeth.
I sit up in seconds, both concern and confusion flooding my body.
"Do what? What did I do?" I exclaim, wanting nothing more than to jump forward and make sure he's okay.
He backs up further away from me when he sees me moving to get up.
"... It's nothing, go back to sleep." He mutters, turning around and sighing out shakily.
I stand up and walk to him, "What did I do? Did I- did I hurt you?"
He glances at me from behind and glares when he sees how close I am.
I place a hand on his shoulder, "Please, talk to m-"
He jerks forward once again.
"Fuck! S-stop! Fucking hell! Yes! You fucking hurt me! Stay back!" He shouts, spinning around and giving me such a look of disgust.
"I-I don't understand," I whisper, watching as his face contorts in absolute pain.
What did I do?
He's looking at me as if I were merely a peasant to his kingdom, a burden, and most definitely nothing to him.
"Just stay back. Don't- don't touch me." He orders, breathing ragged as he tries to breathe properly.
"I- okay. I-I'm sorry." I mumble through tears that sneaked their way down my cheeks.
He shakes his head, "Just don't touch me."
And He's Gone.
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