By your side. -- TROYLER / INCOMPLETE

Flashbacks

Nope. Nope. NOPE. Don’t look down at his mouth. That’s too obvious. WAY too obvious. Don’t make it plain to the fangirls.

KISS KISS KISS!!!

They keep chanting it.

Babe, get on with it. Get over here and fucking kiss me.

I gave him a reassuring look.

‘We’ve done it before, just not in front of people.’ That’s what the look said.

“1… 2… 3…”

You’re counting to three?! What am I doing, getting a shot?!

Then I couldn’t take it. I look down at his lips before they touched and warmed mine. His soft lips touched mine and I couldn’t help but smile.

Troye put his hand in front of our mouths, but I figured he would. He usually does that when we kiss.

His hand caressing my cheek.

I loved every moment of it.

But this kiss was a lot shorter than the others. I took my hand off the microphone to touch his hips, bring him closer; but he pulled away quickly.

I had a huge grin on my face.

The kiss felt like the two of us. Everything went silent, there were no screaming people watching us.

But my face flushed a bright red when I came back down to earth to realize hundreds of people just saw us do that.

“FINALLY!” Troye grabbed his water bottle and I covered my mouth in embarrassment. He started to run off the stage. I followed behind him after I jumped off the stool, I couldn’t believe what we had just done.

And ‘Finally’? Was he waiting for this to happen?

Of course he was. He was the one who promised it in the first place.

That fuck even bit my lip.

Was he trying to turn me on while we were on stage? Because that wasn’t gonna happen. Not on my watch.

Not to mention I just HAD to get more into the kiss than I should’ve and I leaned back and kicked my leg up.

Must’ve been a ‘serious kiss’.... think about all the tumblr posts.

……. SHUT UP HEAD!! DON’T WANDER OFF RIGHT NOW! SNAP OUT OF IT!!

Then I shook my head and snapped out of it.

    Troye looked up from his bloodied hands. “Baby, you okay?”

I finally realized what was happening.

    “Are you?!” I was so concerned about what was going on.

I pulled the blankets off and his facial expression turned into disgust as he was trying to huddle himself in a ball. He only had his boxers on and I could imagine him being cold.

    I took his hand and got him off the bed. Then I wrapped my arms around him tightly and kissed his neck, rubbing my hands up and down on his bare back.. and I could feel his spine.

    “C’mon.” I shuffled him over to the bathroom after I grabbed his blanket and threw it around him. I turned the faucet water on and had him wash his hands.

    As I saw the crimson color run from Troye’s hands, I had one thought and one thought only.

Troye has tuberculosis. Troye has tuberculosis. My babe has fucking tuberculosis.