I Can't Make You Love Me ~A Troyler Fanfic~

Chapter Four

(Troye's p.o.v)

My phone was jabbing into my skin, so I began to pull it out of my pocket, and a small paper slipped out with it, As I began to investigate, I quickly realized what it was, and I hurried to shove it away before Tyler saw, but I was too late. He snatched the paper from between my forefinger and my thumb, and began to read the seven digits, out loud, striking fear straight to my stomach. "What is this...?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly. "Joey gave me his number." The scene from the airport re-gathered in my brain and I blushed "I can't believe he really gave me his number." I sighed dreamily but Tyler snapped me out of it with a harsh questioning of "What the hell Troye?!" You just met this guy, how can you be acting like this?!"

He moved underneath me and I rolled off his lap into the seat beside him to finish our conversation, but he got up and ran off to his room, I chased and yelled after him but he slammed the door on my face.