Stand by Me
(A Troyler One-shot)
The clock ticks away nearing midnight while the moon shines majestically in the night sky accompanied by the twinkling stars scattered about like tiny glitters. Though the night’s quite silent, the apartment’s still alive.
After the party, decorations and all kinds of garbage cover the floor and walls. But they don’t mind. Well, the brunette didn’t. It was messy, that’s true, but somehow he felt so safe in the clatter. Not particularly because of the trash and tangled tinsel but because he was in the presence of the four-eyed blonde. He was standing there in the middle of the room watching his face that’s starting to turn into the color of tomato because of alcohol and annoyance.
“Troye, you have to help me sort out this mess. Come on.” Tyler grabbed the nearest trash bag and threw it at Troye. The brunette smiled from ear to ear. A very distressed Tyler, somehow, amuses him.
Even though he’s quite annoyed and tipsy, he still looks adorable. Weird.
“Well, don’t just stand there, bitch! Help me!” Troye laughed. He started to stand up from the couch and pick up as much garbage as he can while stealing little glances from Tyler.
“What?” The blondie caught him. They just stared at each other for a while, not quite aware of the small distance between they’re faces. Troye blushed a little as he turned away and move to the other side of the room. He coughed as he walked away, trying to cover up the awkwardness.
Ten minutes of garbage picking and they were both alone in the now clean living room. Tyler bounced as he crashed toward the couch. He started to massage his temples and slowly closed his eyes.
Troye just stood there observing Tyler. He doesn’t want this night to end just like that. He has to do something to entertain the both of them but still do it romantically.
“Tyler?” Troye gently called out. Tyler grunted in response as he tries not to doze off. “Do you have lighters?”
“Yeah, they’re in the kitchen. Middle drawer, why?”
The brunette stomped off to the kitchen to find what he was looking for. Tyler, on the other hand, briefly looked up as the sound of Troye’s footsteps echoed in his dizzy brain. He began to massage his temples again and closed his eyes once more.
As he was about to fall asleep, the smell of vanilla invaded his nostrils and somehow relaxed him a little more. He thought he was dreaming until he realized he wasn’t. He slowly opened his eyes and found the blue-eyed brunette lighting up his candles with such gentleness.
Tyler looked at him behind his glasses and saw how pure he was.
The way his hair beautifully runs in messy waves. His blue eyes focusing on the steady flame. His lips twitching slightly as he fails to light the candle up only to curve up in a smile as he succeeds. And his hands slowly holding the lighter and cupping the candle. He was flawless. Beautiful. And he was Tyler’s. For tonight, at least.
“Troye, what are you doing?” His voice startled him a little bit causing him to drop the lighter to the floor.
“Well, I just... F-figured we might do something before calling it a night...”
Tyler looked at him confused. “Huh?”
Troye smiled at the blonde. He didn’t answer him just yet. He walked over to the coffee table where his phone was and soon after, a catchy old song started playing.
The brunette jokingly dances towards the blonde as he grabs his hand and forced him to stand up.
“Troye what’s this?” A smile creeped on Tyler’s lips as they now stand hand in hand while Troye moves his hips to the beat of the song.
“Something special.” They both laughed and started to dance as the scent of vanilla embraced the whole apartment.
The two gentlemen danced and twirled as the song came to its end. It was magical with all the candles lit up and the moon peeking through the windows. It was beautiful.
Troye embraced Tyler as they both catch their breaths from laughing. He just held him in his arms without Tyler even noticing it. And when he finally did, they just stared at each other. Blue to green, four to two.
Tyler’s breath tickled Troye’s neck as he started to whisper.
“What’s this, Troye Sivan?”
He couldn’t take it anymore. Troye leaned in to kiss Tyler on the lips and let the spark in their body linger for quite a while. He broke free of their lip lock and stared at him one more time.
“Something Special.”
Author's Note: A massive thank you to tumblr user stormin-nora for allowing me to use her sudio post as an inspiration to this one- shot. :3
Audio Post: http://stormin-norma.tumblr.com/post/87124790981/why-do-i-do-this-to-myself-btw-i-can-totally
Go listen to that audio post or "Stand by Me" while reading this. That's basically my inspiration on writing. :) Hope you guys like it :)
