The Light. [Troyler]

Chapter Twenty Eight. (Tylers POV)

Chapter Twenty Eight. 'Reunion.'

Tylers POV

(So I asked what POV you guys wanted and you all said both so I am giving you all what you wanted so this Chapter Twenty Eight will be Tylers POV and I'm updating Chapter Twenty Eight Troyes POV today right after this. Do you guys understand? Idk. okay.) 

I take my shaky hand and bring it to knock on the hotel door that was holding the love of my life. It's very important I make this right between us. I knock quietly but I know he can hear it when I hear shuffling from inside and then the door knob turns slowly and I forget how to breathe.

Troye swung the door open and when he saw me his jaw dropped and I just wanted to hug him but the look he was giving me kept me planted into the floor. He looked beautiful though but different.

He was wearing sweats that hung low on his hips with a t-shirt. His hair was flat on his forehead making him look younger and cuter instead of his usual sexiness. His full lips were set into a frown now that he has closed his mouth. His nose was red at the top making me think he was sick but a pang of guilt hit me when I realized that was from crying,

Finally, his eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes were big and brighter from what I assume was tears. They were surrounded by red and under them was dark bags making him look exhausted. There were still noticeable tear tracks down his face leading from his gorgeous eyes that were staring back at me.

I watched him look from my outfit, to my face, and then to my hands that were holding a bouquet of roses that were for him, obviously. He looked surprised and confused but when he regained himself I wasn't surprised too see the door that was still in his hands swinging shut in front of me but I grabbed it in time.

I force the door open a bit and slide through it. I close the door with my back and I am stood in front of Troye once again. He looked at me incredulously. Did he really believe I'd give up on the best thing in my life that easy?

He stares at me while I try to think of something to say. I don't know where to begin and I begin to lose my voice under his hateful stare. My mouth is forced shut as I find the sadness and hurt in his eyes, making my sadness intensify. I just want us both to be happy.

I can't think of anything to say but the hurt is building up inside me. I just want my baby back.

"Troye." I whisper in a small voice, hoping this was better than nothing.

"Get out," He says in a hateful voice but I refuse to believe that is what he wants me to do.

"Troye. Just please listen to me." I plead, feeling the tears build into my eyes.

"No. Please listen to me and fuck off." He says as he takes a step towards me and if it wasn't for the guilty look I could see behind his mask I probably would have listened too him.

"You don't mean that." I say, hoping to get him to break down his wall for me once again.

"You don't kn-" Troye starts before I cut him off, tired of this stupid game we're playing.

"Troye, stop. I'm here to make things right between us and you're making it pretty fucking hard, okay." I boom, confused how I got my voice to sound so strong when I felt so weak. Troye falls silent and when I look into his eyes that he was hiding I see the tears brewing inside them, making me wish I did this another way. A tear escapes his eye making one from my face fall.

I'm surprised by him running into my arms and hugging himself to me. I hug him back willingly and cling myself to him after dropping the roses on the ground. I nuzzle my face into his chest, glad that I finally get to be close to him again, and inhale his familiar scent as he lies his head on my shoulder, attempting to hide his tears and muffle his soft crying.

I make a noise of protest when he breaks away from me and walks to the bed while mumbling an apology that I can't hear. I follow him to the bed with a need to be near him again and sit close beside him as he faces me. I then see the teddy bear I gave him sitting behind him but when I go to pick it up and tease him he grabs it and throws it to his luggage all while glaring at me. At least I know he missed me because I know that he would never admit it.

"Okay, so where should we start? The part where you told me you don't give a shit about me or when you cheated on me? I'm intrigued." He says coldly all while shooting daggers at me.

I sigh, knowing this isn't going to be easy with how stubborn he is.

"I didn't cheat on you." I say with a sigh.

"Oh. Right. I forgot we're not together. You made that pretty clear too," He retorts and I roll my eyes.

"Troye fucking Sivan. I don't exactly remember what all I have said to you this weekend but for fucks sake I know that it doesn't compare to everything I've said to you since we've met or anything we've done before this shit. You fucking know I care about you in every sort of way. You have no idea how much I do care about you though and that's my fault but I'm willing to spend every second of my life making it up too you and showing you and all I ask for in return is for you to listen to this fucking story and just try to understand where I'm coming from. Okay?" 

I rant while he stares at me. Times like this I wish I could read his mind. I never know what he's thinking.

"Fine, talk then." He says with an emotionless face as he looks at his hands. 

My nerves begin to build up. I don't know what I'd do if he doesn't believe me. I wouldn't make something like this up but what if he thought I would? What if he doesn't care?  I take a shaky breathe before jumping into my story. I start why I go to the club and tell him everything from that point till where we sit right now all while he stares at his hand, hiding his facial expressions and reactions from me. 

I finish with a sigh and my nerves build as he doesn't look up to me. I just need to know what he's thinking. He sits their silent but my need to be forgiven kicks in so I break the silence.

"What are you thinking, Troye?" I say in a quiet voice while I try to see his face but I am only answered with him putting up a finger, signaling me too wait. Eventually he looks up again and meets my blue eyes.

"So let me get this straight. You went to a club to forget about our fight but you end up getting shitfaced and you start dancing with a really hot guy and then you take him home and make out with him but when he goes to suck your dick you see a picture of me and think that it would be weird for me to indirectly watch you  and another guy so you just end up talking about me the whole time?" He questions. 

"Uhh, basically." I say awkwardly, not knowing if that was a trick question or not.

"Well, shit. Sorry for killing the mood." He says sassily.

"Troye." I whine, wishing he'd just forgive me, "You know it's not like that. It was stupid for me to even go to that stupid club and not go after you but I'm a fucking idiot and we both know that." 

"Yeah. You are a fucking idiot." He says, making us both chuckle. After another couple minutes of awkward silence I break it again.

"So, are we okay now?" I ask nervously. 

I did make out with another person so I guess I'd understand if he didn't forgive me yet because if he kissed someone else I'd probably be a lot angrier now but I still hope he forgives me, 

I need him in my life. 

Ohi, cuties. CLIFFHANGER AGAIN. You'll see what happens next in Troyes POV which is probably up by the time you read this and it will include everything in this chapter+ more but in Troye POV so read that. You guys said you wanted both POV so that's what you get but I just hope it's not just like a repeat of the chapter, you know? But Troyes POV is personally in my opinion better than this so yeah. Hope this wasn't horrible though. 

P.S. Tyler is back in Los Angeles. I'm glad he made it safe but now my baes are separated. LET THE COUNTDOWN TO VIDCON BEGIN. 17 DAYS, BAES. I'M ALREADY SCREECHING. (even though of course I'm not going because I live across the fucking country and my life sucks but ugh) 

Anyways, I hope you have a wonderful day and I love you to death. Dubai, my little chocolate flavored lemon munchkin cuties? 

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