Troye
My cheek was pressed against the comforting pillow and I had no motivation to step away from my hotel room. My arm hung from the side of the bed and I swung it back and forth. The curtains were drawn and no light dared to make it's way into my dungeon-like room and the darkness only caused the feeling of fatigue to become more stronger than I recalled. As much as I cared to meet up with friends whom I haven't contacted weeks prior to the current event of Playlist Live, I lacked the energy to complete that simple task or any, for that matter.
The sound of knocking echoed throughout the room and became more repetitive as I further continued to put off getting up and coming face to face with the person who dared to disrupt me when I wasn't in the mood to entertain guests. My tolerance for the rowdy knocking became too much and I eventually granted the knocker's wish of my presence. My eyes had locked onto lilac hair as soon as I swung the door open and my gaze soon drifted down Tyler Oakley's face to his lips and he wore a smile that seemed as if it could have taken up his entire face. In the process of scanning his entire body, my eyes came across his laptop which he clutched for dear life.
"Hi, Troye," he greeted sweetly.
I rubbed my eyes, hoping it was an accurate signal for him to pick up that I was tired. "Oh, hi."
Not one more response escaped Tyler's lips and I blinked. "Don't take this the wrong way, but, what are you doing here?"
His eyes widened a bit and he raised his eyebrows. "Oh! I'm posting a new video later today and I was hoping I could get some input before it goes up. I know it seems like an odd request, but I'm only curious if people think the content of this video is too risky for Youtube."
I raised an eyebrow at his strange request, but stepped aside to give him enough space to walk through without brushing up against me. I shrunk back a bit when I began to register the title of the video; it was Tyler's birth. It isn't really an everyday occurrence that people witness their love interest's birth nor should it ever be, but the occasional giggles that would escape Tyler's lips when I would flinch or slap my hand over my mouth proved that he was obviously enjoying it more than I did.
"So," he began with a small giggle. "Thoughts?"
"Why would you show this to me? You know how I get when content like this is shown," my response was slightly muffled since my hand had been over my mouth, but Tyler was able to register the words I spoke.
He closed his laptop as his giggling subsided. He sat beside me cross-legged, resting his chin on his balled up fist. It took a few minutes of peaceful silence before he spoke up. "It sure is lonely without my mother around. I miss living with her."
Unable to find a better response, I nodded my head. "She's very proud of you, I'm sure. You've come a long way and you were successful throughout a majority of your hardships. Hell, everybody's proud of you, especially me."
Before I could read his expression, Tyler launched himself into my arms and clung to me like a sloth. His arms were wrapped tightly around my shoulders and he wrapped his legs around my waist, nuzzling his head into my neck and a few stray strands of his hair tickled my cheek. "Thanks, Troye. I don't know what I'd do without a supportive friend like you." He climbed off my lap and I missed the warmth he gave off.
