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Until The Last Rose Dies

Title: Until The Last Rose Dies
Requested? Yes.
Plot: Imagine your birthday is the same day as the grammys and Tyler forgets.
Warnings: None.
Word count: 1013

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"Anyone from anywhere can do anything!" Tyler stated in his acceptance speech after Twenty One Pilots won the Grammy for Best pop duo/band performance. It was an exciting moment for him, all awards are, because they are a testament of their hard work and dedication. And you were happy for them, you really were, but something was just eating you up inside. For some reason, you just hoped he would remember, but alas, there is not a single moment during the day that he has even thought about that. And to be honest, it did hurt you a little.

Today was your birthday, but also the night of the Grammy awards, and getting caught up in all the fuss, Tyler didn't even consider looking at the calendar for just one second, to notice the big red circle you jokingly made around the date with a marker a few weeks ago, at the time, you actually thought he wouldn't forget. But here you were, in the audience, trying your best not to get mad, even though you could feel your blood boiling. He really forgot your birthday. You tried your best to keep a smile on your face and pretend like there was nothing else on your mind.

However, once the night was over and you were heading back to the hotel you got a call, from one of your friends. She told you she was busy all day, but finally found some time to say happy birthday. You thanked her and replied a quick 'no' when she asked you if Tyler did anything special for you today. She was shocked and demanded to speak to Tyler, but you just wanted to go to the hotel, go to sleep and forget about everything. So she seemed to have agreed with your decision, for now at least. The car ride was silent, you spent your time looking out the window, fearing you will only get more mad by the minute.

"Hey, are you ok? You seem different." You heard Tyler say, but shrugged it off, not even saying anything. You could have sworn the time when you turn red with anger you were trying so hard to suppress was getting near. Tyler would have continued bugging you, trying to figure out what was wrong, when his phone rang. Your friend broke the agreement and called Tyler to tell him off for forgetting your birthday. Tylers eyes grew wide once he heard what your friend on the other line was saying. He instantly felt terrible.

"Y/N I'm so sorry, I can't believe I forgot something like that. I was just so stressed because of the whole Grammy thing that I just forgot. Oh God I'm so sorry." He began, placing his hand on yours, but thankfully you had arrived to the hotel already and so you ripped your hand from his and stormed out, leaving Tyler with a pit of guilt in his stomach. He tried explaining himself and apologizing countless times, but you were too mad to hear it and in one moment you just raised your hand in front of his face.

"Enough Tyler, just, enough. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just thought you cared more." You said and walked over to the bed, and pretended you were already asleep. Tyler knew how you were when you were mad and decided to leave you alone. And as you truly fell asleep, he was still awake, tears slowly falling down his cheeks, as he kept quietly repeating how sorry he was and how he knew you hated him now. It was honestly far from the truth, because no matter how mad you were at him, you could never hate him. In the morning you were woken up by a beautiful smell.

You opened your eyes and saw countless roses all over the bed, the nightstand and the floor around you. You looked around, but Tyler was not in the room. All of a sudden a woman with two more buoquets of roses arrived into the room and placed them on the small patch on the bed that was the only part of it not already covered with flowers. And then Tyler walked in, holding an arificial rose. He was still dressed in the same clothes from last night, so you figured he didn't even get changed, or maybe even sleep. His eyes were red and puffy and you could tell he was crying.

"Y/N... before you say anything, I just want to apologize once again for forgetting your birthday. I feel absolutely terrible, but I want you to know that I will love you until the last rose dies." He says placing the artificial rose next to the real ones. He then stated that he will leave now if you wanted him too. And you realized you did kinda overreact in a way. He was so stressed over if his new ideas were gonna be accepted well, and if he was going to be able to balance his fame and his private life in the best way he can. And that you should have supported that.

"Wait, Tyler, don't go. I guess I overreacted last night, I shouldn't have. I know you have a lot of things on your mind. I'm sorry." You said as you saw him begin to walk out of the room. He turned and rushed over to you, his eyes stinging with tears he didn't let fall. He shook his head, saying you did not need to be sorry and that he was the one who should apologize thousands of times every day. It was your turn to shake your head now and your hand went up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, feeling it in his heart that you could never hate him and that he was ridiculous for thinking that last night. From that day on, every next year he made sure to make a special surprise every time for your birthday, in order to make up for forgeting that one time.