Troye's P.O.V.
I smiled satisfactorily as I uploaded my latest video on YouTube. I sat up on the bed and looked at the almost fully packed suitcase. Just one more day until Playlist. Just one more day until I met Tyler. After Playlist, all the youtubers were going to go to London for a couple of days to hang out. Then, Tyler was going to head back to Australia with me. Maybe we could finally get down to business.
"Stop thinking," I said aloud, something I had been doing increasingly, as I set my laptop on the bed and stood up to go get some Nutella for myself.
It was a huge deal for me to get my beautiful ass out of my bed, so when there was no Nutella in the kitchen, I freaked. Maybe a little more than I should have, maybe not. But it ended in me having to apoligise to Tyde for shouting at him ( but really, you don't eat my Nutella) and having to drive to the supermarket and get Nutella for myself.
In the line for billing, which was very long, I couldn't help but think about Tyler. Think about his beautiful eyes, his charming smile, his long...okay, awkward. But my point is, if I told Tyler how I felt and he didn't feel the same way, it would end our friendship. But if Tyler did feel the same way and things didn't work out, it would end our friendship too. I had no idea what I was going to do. Maybe I would ask Sage for advice. She was good when it came to stuff like this. Or Blessing. Yep, definitely Blessing.
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No Troye, I Love You
FanfictionTyler didn't want to kill a stranger, he didn't want to leave Australia either. But when your boyfriend is kidnapped (and it's your fault), sacrifices must be made. And Tyler is willing to make all those sacrifices if it means saving Troye.
