Troye P.O.V.
Tyler and I were walking down the hallway to his hotel room from a fantastic night out with our little Italy vacation group. When we reached the door, he stopped abruptly and turned to face me, nervously running his fingers through his hair.
"Troye?" he said.
"Yeah?" I responded.
He blushed deep crimson and and looked down at his feet before whispering faintly, "...will you...will you kiss me again?"
I gasped in surprise. Did I hear that right? Did he really want me to? Because, in all truthfulness... I wanted him to want me to.
He stuttered out an apology and fumbled for his room key, seemingly mortified, trying to get it out of his coat pocket and unlock his door to go in.
Before he could, I grabbed him and pulled him in close, feeling him tense up. I wrapped one arm around his waist, and gently laid my hand on his cheek, watching his beautiful blue-green eyes get even wider.
"Of course, my Tilly," I said, cradling his face with one hand and leaning down to gently press my lips to his.
He was shocked at first, but then he relaxed. Tyler got on his tip toes and leaned into me, winding his arms around my neck and kissing me back slowly, sweetly, and with a passion that made my heart skip a beat.
We stood in front of his room, losing ourselves in each other until I broke away, leaning my forehead against Tyler's. I looked into his eyes and tenderly brushed the back of my hand across his cheek, whispering, "Better?" He blushed again, nodding slightly, then cautiously said, "I know you've got your own room and it's only one floor above, but since it's already late, you want to crash here for the night?"
My heart thundered in my chest, and butterflies did a frantic dance in my stomach. Was he kidding? Of course I did! I smiled with my teeth, like I knew he loved, and he gave me his own little grin in return, eyes sparkling, before pecking me on the lips and slipping out of my arms to unlock his door.
Tyler P.O.V.
Troye Sivan Mellet kissed me. Troye, with his insanely big and stunning blue eyes, charming smile, friendly demeanor, kind and caring personality... his soft lips. He held me, tight, and he kissed me. And to top it all off, he called me his Tilly.
I was his Tilly.
The things that boy did to me... and did he even notice?
My mind was still whirling and my lips still tingling as I unlocked my door and lead him in, flicking the lamp by the bed on and hearing him shut the door behind us. He looked adorable, his hands shoved into his pockets, not quite knowing what to do.
"Troye?"
"Yeah Ty?" he said
"You want of a pair of my sweatpants to wear, and maybe a T-shirt? I brought the ones you like, " I informed him, already digging through my bag and tossing them to him. He flushed, caught them, mumbled a "Thank you," and went in the bathroom to get changed. I grabbed another pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt for myself as well, changing quickly and throwing my clothes in the floor, then getting under the covers of the sizable bed.
Troye walked out of the bathroom in my shirt and pants and threw his clothes down next to mine before wandering over to the couch. I sighed loudly in exasperation and he looked at me, eyebrows arched.
"Troye, you're not sleeping on that couch. It's hard as a rock and you'd be miserable in the morning," I supplied, patting the bed space beside me. "There's plenty of room, so come over here."
That and I wanted him as near to me as possible, always, but I wasn't going to say it out loud.
My heart fluttered in my chest as he turned the lamp off and climbed in beside me, laying a few inches away. It was only a moment that I hesitated before I scooted closer, laying my head on his chest and snuggling into his side. He stiffened at first, but then looped his arms around, dragging me closer. After a minute or so, he started to hum, and I grinned as I realized what it was.
With as many times as I'd watched his cover, I knew it by heart.
"Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran, huh?" I lightly teased, smirking as I felt him squirm underneath me.
"Yeah, it just kind of... it fit tonight, I thought..." he trailed off, and instead of leaving him hanging, I said, "It does fit. Perfectly, in fact."
Because it did.
He sang the rest to me, rubbing soothing circles into my shoulder, his angelic voice tripled with his heart beat and his warmth lulling me softly to sleep.
I knew he could tell I was drifting off, because he whispered, "Night Tilly," and I felt the hint of a smile on his mouth as he kissed my head.
I reciprocated with a kiss to his neck, murmured, "Night Troye," and nuzzled back into him before falling asleep in my Troye boy's arms.
Troye P.O.V.
Tyler fell asleep on my chest, his head tucked right under my chin, breathing with a steady, comforting rhythm. I loved having him with me like this, feeling him curled up against me. It just felt... right. It was something I could and wanted to get used to, I decided. I kissed his head one more time, hugging him closer to me and feeling myself fall into a deep, comfortable sleep, my Tilly by my side.
~The End~
~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~
Okay, this was my first fanfic EVER, so maybe comment and tell me what you thought as you read it? Pretty please? It would mean the world to me!
And I was inspired by this in part by the Troyler Kiss that happened, but also when the FABULOUS MaybeClaireBear said that she was writing a fanfic with Ed Sheeran's Kiss Me.. I kinda stole her idea!! Please check her out, she's my internet bestie!! <3
Also, a quote I would like to randomly put here because the way I changed it gave me the feels!!
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
But instead, it's "As he sang, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."
Referring to Troye singing to Tyler of course :3
That is all, DUBAI LOVLIES!! ;)
-Jessie
