No Troye, I Love You

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Troye's P.O.V.

I hugged mum, dad, Tyde and Sage as I left for the airport. Steele was dropping me to the airport so I didn't bother hugging him and saying goodbye yet.

Two hours later, I was finally sitting in the plane all set to go to Playlist Live. I had the window seat (yes!) and the seat next to me was empty. A few minutes later, this cute girl and her mom started to move in those seats. The girl looked at me and her eyes widened, "Oh. My. God." she said to no one in particular, "Troye freaking Sivan, I am a huge fan, I love you so much, your videos are so awesome, you are so hilarious, can I have a picture? Are you going to Playlist? Of course you are, how stupid of me."

"Hey," I said, as she got in to the seat next to me, "What's your name?"

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Ages later, but to me it only seemed like minutes (that girl Alex sitting next to me was hilarious), I stepped out of the airport, took a deep breath and looked around. I had no problem getting a taxi, duh, I'm fabulous (and not to mention a little bit famous) . I was going to go to the venue of Playlist first even though I was really tired and sleepy. Fans first, right? I was sure he would forget about all that when I saw my friends and viewers.

My phone was ringing, it was Zoe.

"Troye?" She screamed into the phone, "Troye, can you hear me?"

"I'm not sure. Scream a little bit louder and maybe I'll hear you."

"Sorry. But how far away are you?"

"I don't know?" I said.

"Fine. One more question, do you think the chicken came first or the egg?"

"Bye, Zoe."

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Around ten minutes later, I paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi. I got my bags and walked inside the building. Before I  even got in, viewers came and started talking to me which distinctly raised my shit self-esteem. A while later, I walked in and after some standard procedures, I went to where the others were supposed to be.

We hugged and giggled and just stared at each other because it had been so long (maybe we were fireproof). They were taking a break and eating the cookies Marzia had made.

Five minutes later, we were discussing Phil's underpants (I have no idea how that conversation started). Tyler was laughing, he looked so hot. I walked over to where he was standing and we both said hi to each other for the second time.

"I have so much to tell you!" Tyler shrieked, but there was something different in his voice, almost as if he was faking being happy. I decided that I was just imagining it and let it go.

"Oh my god," I laughed, "me too."