Love Marks and Hate Marks (Troyler)

Breakeven

Okay so update: I will NOT be removing this story so I hope ur happy. :) As to all of u who follow my other account and were waiting for it, sorry 'bout it. Anyway enjoy!
PS I currently have bronchitis... so... that's cool...(not)

Tyler's POV

Seeing Troye cry was one of the most heart-shattering things in the universe. I don't mean to sound like a hypocrite, but it was hard to not enjoy having him wrapped in my arms, even if he was sobbing.
Troye and I just sat there for a moment while I rubbed circles on his back comfortingly, determined to prove to him that I wasn't repulsed by his scars. They were a part of him; and an aspect of the pain in him. To me, they weren't just a gross reminder of his suffering. To pretend they weren't there would be the same as dismissing Troye's feelings. I would never make that mistake a second time.
After Troye had calmed down, I pulled away, making sure to give him a warm smile so he knew I wasn't freaking out. He smiled back weakly.
"Take a shower, Troye," I said, picking up the blade."We're not going out tonight, I'll call and cancel."
Reluctantly, Troye nodded, and I gave him a quick hug to wash away his nervousness.
While Troye was in the shower, I ordered us a pizza and called the girls to let them know Troye and I couldn't make the club.
"Aw, why?" Mamrie whined over the phone."Or . . . are you and Troye busy tonight?" I could see that woman making a suggestive face.
"No!" I insisted as she laughed."Troye was feeling a little under the weather, so he's staying in for a couple of days."
"Are you absolutely sure that's it?" I heard Grace snort into the phone. Before I could answer, she and Mamrie started a chorus of,"Sexy Friday, sexy Friday,"
"Fuck off," I laughed."We're just hanging out."
"Yeah, in your bed!"
"In your nasty little fantasies!" I said in the same teasing tone, hanging up before either could respond.
I turned to see Troye in his towel, trying to dart out for his socks he'd left in my room before I noticed him. I knew he didn't want me to see his scars again.
"Hey, wear P.J.'s!" I called to him."We are having a lazy night in."
"Turn up!" He said sarcastically, but I could hear the slight smile in his voice.
Once Troye was dressed, he walked into the kitchen looking like the world's sweetest angel. He honestly looked like he just needed to be cradled.
"So what are we doing tonight?" He asked, a bit awkwardly. I tore my gaze from his chest and up to those big blue eyes. They were still a little red as evidence of his crying.
"YouTubers!" I exclaimed."We're watching YouTube videos and eating pizza, so lay on the couch and get snuggly."
Troye giggled, and I swear I could see something like appreciation and love in his eyes. Pfft. Yeah right. Maybe he appreciated my attempts to cheer him up, but there was no way he loved me. At least, not the way I love him. Maybe a crush.
Once he was gone, I considered giving him alcohol. I decided against it. Right now, Troye didn't need beer. He needed a friend.
The pizza arrived a few minutes later, and I poured Troye and I some nice, safe Coca Cola.
I snuggled up next to him on my couch, where he already sat with his laptop, scrolling through Tumblr. My saddened heart perked up every time I saw him smile at a post. Nevertheless, even after he put his computer down and we bagan watching videos on mine, a question nagged at the back of my mind.
Eventually, in the 'suggestions for you to watch now' box, one of Troye's videos appeared.
"My Million Subscriber Montauge," he giggled. I clicked on it. I've watched this video before, of course, but watching it with Troye made it a hundred times better.
"Troye has just finished his first teaspoon of food,"
It was Troye as a baby, sitting in his high chair and squirming around, oblivious to being taped. His mother Laurelle was narrarating the video.
"He is nearly four months old and he's just had his first teaspoon of food was it delicious bubbula?"
The scene cut and cute, bubbly music started playing in the backround. The next clip was another baby Troye-Boy falling back onto a cushiony bed. There were a few more like that, and gradually Troye got older. On a scene at the beach, a clumsy toddler Troye stumbled and fell into a pileup.
In the next clip, the music cut so we could hear munchkin Troye singing "Barbie Girl". I burst into laughter and Troye slapped my arm, blushing.
We both laughed at the part where Troye rolled down a hill.
"Like a pro," I said sarcastically.
"Yeah, that's how you get your crush's attention."
The next scene was Troye at his birthday party, looking super-adorable and waving.
"Hello! My name's T-R-O-Y-E!" A cheery, shirtless Troye greeted from a pool.
"Well hello, T-R-O-Y-E," I joked. Troye laughed."Shut up, I was like, seven. I was showing off my spelling skills."
"That's definetely not what your parents were doing when they named you."
"The 'E' makes it special."
I scoffed."Yeah, just like the 'E' on the end of 'Steele' makes it special. Your parents were high when they named all four of you. Your other brother is an off brand laundry detergent, your sister is an herb, Steele is a misspelled metal and you're a straight Ancient Greek kidnapper with an extra 'E'."
"You're just mad because your name isn't special." Troye muttered. I shushed him because we'd been missing the video.
"In just two days, millions of movie-goers around the world will see Perth boy Troye Sivan on the big screen."
I nudged him."Look at you, Mr. Famous." He ignored me pointedly.
The clip cut from the news reporter to some scenes from movies Troye's been in: Wolverine and Spud.
"Oh look, here's your first vlog!" I said, reading the screen as Troye's seventeen year old face popped up.
From there, there were many cute and funny clips from Troye's videos. One was from his The Fault in our Stars video, at the hospital having fun with young cancer patients. There was a small scene from Troye's 'Coming Out' video, and I smiled widely when I saw myself on the screen with him from our 1D tatoos video. Next was a clip from Zoe and Troye's leg-waxing collab. There was part of his video with his co-star from Spud, Blessing, and the last clip was Troye dancing goofily I'm his living room.
All too soon, Troye was filming his usual outro, ending with his famous wink and 'Byeeeee'.
I exited out of the video and looked down to see Troye burying his red face in the blankets.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed," I said, lifting the thick comforter off his face."That was awesome."
He hesitantly met my eyes, smiling when he saw the sincerity there.
"Thanks, Tilly."
He yawned and reached over to shut my laptop, setting it on my coffee table.
"No more videos. We're going to sleep."
I scoffed."And you've just decided to tell me when to sleep and use me as a pillow?"
"Yep," Troye chirped, getting comfortable and resting his head on my chest.
I rolled my eyes, but I definetely didn't mind. I sunk down into the couch beside Troye, letting him snuggle into me as we fell asleep.

Look. I know I haven't updated in forever. I'm sorry ok??? I just realized I'm writing FIVE Troyler fics at once, not to mention the five OTHER stories I'm currently writing. Ten stories. At once. This is hard.

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