Chapter 3
-Two Days Later, Sunday (Troye’s POV)-
As I pack my bags to head home, I make sure I check my phone every three seconds hoping for a response from Kaylor. I have texted her so many times since she ran off Friday night. I have tried to explain. I even tried talking to her when she co-hosted with Tyler for my interview. When I stopped her and asked her to talk she said she was busy. But when she looked at me, she looked hurt. As if maybe I had really hurt her. But I mean I didn’t. I merely kissed her, but I did tell her that I loved her. Which I will say, is extreme. I really didn’t know what I was thinking. I was just thinking about all the countless hours I have spent watching her videos, stalking her social media, and trying to build up the courage to talk to her. Finally, I had the courage and I messed it up poorly. Maybe, I should go see her in person. After all, I did meet her brother and he told me what room number they were in. I might as well say goodbye before we leave. I get out of room, and run to the elevator, trying to reach her room before my sudden confidence wears thin.
As I reach her room, I lose the confidence I knew I would. Just as I am about to knock, the door opens. There she stands.
“Oh-um Hi Troye. What are you doing here?” KK sputters out.
“I-I-I just wanted to talk to you before you left. Or before I left. Or before us both left. Or I don’t know. I just wanted to talk.” I stammer and spit out trying to make sense out my jumbled thoughts.
“Well, Hi. I have to go though, my plane leaves soon. Sorry.” She says before pushing past me, and walking away. I can’t let her leave.
“Kaylor, wait. We really need to talk about Friday night. I am sorry I came on so strong. I really didn’t mean to say that I lov-“
“Troye. Stop. I don’t even want to hear about it. I don’t care if it was bet or a prank or a joke. I don’t need you to tell me how much Tyler paid you, or what you won if you broke my heart. I don’t want to. Now, if you excuse me. I have to go.” She basically yelled this at me. All I can wonder is what happened to her, to make her think like this. My feelings were genuine as could be, and it was true I did love her.
“Kaylor, if you let me explain. It wasn’t a bet, prank, or joke. Do you know how many hours I have spent watching your videos, reading your tweets, and even trying to find the courage to message you? Countless hours on hours. I know it sounds creepy, but I really have. That’s why Tyler set this whole thing up. I didn’t even want to come to Playlist until I found out you were coming, I just had to meet you. Tyler knows my true feelings about you, and that’s why he asked you to co-host with him. He wanted us to meet. He’s and I both are good guys and we would never do that to a beautiful girl like yourself.” I was basically in tears, wearing my heart on my sleeve to a girl who would probably never like me back.
“Why me?” She responded as she stared at the ground.
“I don’t even remember how it happened but about a year ago I found your videos and was immediately attracted to you. I started watching your videos on the regular, and became a fan. I just- I do really like you and after liking someone I have never had a real conversation with I just had to meet you.” I couldn’t believe I was being open about my stalkerish tendencies.
“Troye, I knew who you were too. When we met, in the elevator, I knew who you were. I have watched your videos for about 8 months now. My heart stopped the first time you talked to me. I thought I was a crazy fangirl for a minute. I just didn’t want feelings for someone I didn’t have a chance with.” Her voice was soft as kittens, and as confident as – as well.. I don’t really know, but it sounded confident. As confident as a self-demeaning comment could. So I guess not, that confident but you guys get what I mean.
“But, you have a chance with me.” I walked slowly towards her. She let go of her bags, and walked slowly towards me. “Kaylor, I know we live thousands of miles apart, and it will be hard but I really want to get to know you better, in a relationship stand point. I get if you wouldn’t want that, because it’s really unfair to you that we’d be so far apart. But KK, will you be my girlfriend?”
-Sunday, (KK’s POV)-
Did Troye Sivan really just ask me to be his girlfriend? Someone pinch me I must be dreaming. But, I am really not. Troye did just ask me out. He’s totally mental. Why would someone as successful and attractive as him, want to be with someone like me? Plus, he’s okay with the distance thing. That must mean he really likes me. “Troye… I” I pause for a minute and his face drops. A sudden sadness comes over him. “I would love to be your girlfriend.” His face reads confusion. He is processing what I just said. Finally, after he got I just accepted his face lights up with happiness. He swoops into a twirling hug and as he sets me down he kisses my forehead. We go up to his room, to just hang out and talk. Before long, I realize I missed my flight. Shit.
