It's Complicated (Troyler)

Sorry

*Troye's POV*

The entire ride back to Tyler's apartment it was all I could do to keep from forcing him to pull over and demanding answers. What were we? It was like he was completely oblivious to how badly I needed his confirmation. He said he liked the sound of lovers, but he didn't go out of his way to announce us as lovers. I was just so sick of his constant teasing and one-liners, I needed a straight up, black and white, simple but sweet love confession. And I was willing to do whatever it took to make sure the boy spat it out before I went home tomorrow night.

He parked the car and reached across the console to grab my hand. Come on, Tyler, now's a perfect time for you to ask me.

"Can I ask you a serious question?" He said, his serious tone not matching his usual carefree persona. Yes, yes, yes! 

"Of course." Act cool, Troye, cool. Who am I kidding? I couldn't be cool if I was a freaking snowman. 

"Do you wanna... Frickle Frack?" He giggled, tickling me. I slapped his hands away and tried to get my ridiculous seal laughter under control. Okay, so it was a little off from what I was expecting but how could I be mad at someone that gorgeous when they'd just asked me to frickle frack?

"Race you to the front door." I snapped, hopping out of the car and running as fast as I could to the familiar porch steps. I could hear Tyler panting behind me and knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up. I put an extra effort into it and reached the white door just seconds before him.

"Bitch." He smirked, jabbing the key into the lock. I stuck my tongue out at him but really I was having trouble keeping myself off of him until we got inside. As soon as the door clicked open I pounced on him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and shoving him against the wall. He gasped at the sudden dominance but the excited smile of anticipation on his face proved he was enjoying it. I braced my hands on the wall over his head and crashed my lips onto his. I bit his lip and heard him whine eagerly. I pulled away from the kiss, loving his upset expression that followed. But I didn't give him long to rest, attaching my lips to his neck a moment later. He giggled  at the feeling of my lips on the sensitive skin, but didn't push me away. I ran my tongue along the spot I'd come to recognize as his favourite, sucking and nipping until I was sure it was impossible for a hickey not to form. I wanted to mark him, so even when we weren't together everyone would know he was off limits. Everyone would know he belonged to me.

"My Tilly." I growled, ripping his shirt off. I seen him scowl as the buttons scattered, but he was too caught up in the moment to say anything. I'm sure I'll hear all about it tomorrow though. I shake the thoughts of the stupid shirt and snap back to reality, taking a long moment to marvel at his chest. He let out a whining noise and I knew he wouldn't put up with my stalling much longer. He wanted me. Now. 

"Patience, my pet." I whispered, moving closer to rub our noses together. He just glared up at me, not impressed with my sarcastic behaviour. I sighed, deciding I'd better give in and give him what he wanted, only because it was identical to what I wanted. I trailed a finger down the length of his abdomen, stopping at the end to effortlessly unbutton his pants. With a couple of practised hip movements from Tyler the jeans dropped to the floor, exposing the prominent bulge in his boxers. I smirked and looked up, locking eyes with him. Even in the dimly lit room I could see how dark and primal his eyes were, how he was biting at his lip like it was the only thing keeping him from pushing me down and taking me right then and there. I wanted to say it. The three words that had the possibility to change where we stood with each other for good. But I spent so long working up the nerve Tyler got impatient and groaned, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and yanking my mouth back down to his. There's always tomorrow, Troye. 

*Tyler's POV*

I groaned, still trying to break away from my peaceful slumber. All I knew was that the blaring noise to my right was not making it a fun experience at all. 

"Are you going to answer that?" Troye said in a raspy manner, his accent shining through thicker than ever due to his sleepy state. I sighed and sat up, glancing at the clock groggily. The numbers on the digital device brought a new emotion to my mind; anger.

"Who the fuck is calling at six in the goddamn morning!" I roared, hopping to my feet and snatching the phone off the bedside table before it could ring another blasted time. 

"Yes?" I snapped, my voice far from welcoming. I took a deep breath, hoping my next reply would be a little less hostile. 

"Did I wake you? We need to talk." Oh shit. There are very few times my mother uses that tone of voice, and even fewer she finds an issue pressing enough to call before even the sun rises. I looked down at Troye and bit my lip. You are not going to let what she says get to you, Tyler. This is the best thing to ever happen to you and no one matters enough to give it up. Not even your mother.

"Tyler?" She snapped, the urgency in her voice increasing.

"One sec." I mumbled, giving the sleeping Troye one last longing glance before wandering into the living room, closing the door behind me.

"Alright, let 'er rip." 

"What the hell is wrong with you!? An eighteen year old boy?"

"Mom, he's legal."

"Tyler, he's a baby! He's too young to even know what he wants yet, so as far as I'm concerned it's rape."

"Well, I guess I'm a rapist then."

"Really? That's all you can say? I've supported you your entire life, Ty, and then you go and pull something like this? I honestly don't know if I'll ever look at you the same."

"Calm down. This will all blow over and before you know it you'll be just as in love with the little twerp as I am, trust me."

"Trust you? Is that a fucking joke? You went behind my back and did the one thing I ever told you you couldn't do."

"Look, I don't need to listen to this. I'm happy, Mom, isn't that all that matters?"

"No, you self-centered idiot. Contrary to popular belief, the world does not revolve around you. You've changed in the last year, I think the fame's going to your head. You can try to cover it up with all the sappy fundraisers for emotional causes you want, but I know better. You've built yourself a throne and you think not a single person's feelings matter but you're own. You sicken me." Nope. Don't let it get under your skin, Tyler. She'll come around, she hasn't even met him yet.

"Turns out your just like your good for nothing father. You're a sick, twisted, fuck and as far as I'm concerned you're no longer my son. Don't call, don't stop by, don't ask about me, you're dead to me."

"Mommy, you don't seriously mean that. I'm your little angel and I'm sure-" The dial tone blared harshly in my ear and I sunk to the floor. I was wrong. So wrong. There were most definitely words she could say to change where I stood with Troye, and she'd said every single one of them. Who did I think I was, choosing a man before my own mother? Even if the man was the most perfect being I'd ever had the honour to know, he wasn't worth becoming an orphan for. I stared at my bedroom door and felt the first few tears pricking at my eyes. I had to make a decision between the love of my life and the woman who had given me life, and I only had a few hours to do it.

"I'm so sorry, Troye."

A/n: After countless attempts to get this posted and not set to private I was told it was because of one word I used... I feel like such an idiot. Anyway, I'm therefore dedicating this chapter to my favourite Wattpad writer ever who helped me figure out the problem. She has an ASLAYZING Troyler story that you should all check out if you haven't already. It will honestly change the way you view fanfictions because it's that well-written. Anyway, please comment and vote for all the crap I went through to post this and also thank-you for putting up with all my antics.