Just Friends? Troyler.

Chapter One- Trxye

TROYE'S POV:

I woke up to the most annoying invention made by man. My alarm clock. I roll over, taking my sheets with me, reaching out, attempting to turn my alarm clock off, I continue to roll until a stinging shock goes through the right side of my body. "F*ck!" I yell before rubbing my arm. I'd fallen off my bed. I finally managed to turn off my alarm; the silence allowed my thoughts to group together. I jumped up off the floor. It's the 15th. Holy crap it's the 15th! My new album comes out today! I've been waiting for this day for months, when I hear my ringtone coming from my bedside table, I immediately answer my phone. "Hello," I could barely keep the giddiness from coming through my voice.

"Woah, Troye, it's Friday and you're awake before 11am. Did you really want to talk to me or is a certain album coming out today?" I heard Tyler's perfect voice coming through the speaker, he was so... Perfe- no, I can't think like that. Just friends, Troye, just friends. But friends can appreciate other friend's... Assets...

"Troye?"

"Oh yeah, sorry Tilly, I'm really excited!"

"So am I! I can't wait to hear the one song you've been keeping from me." I could hear his playful tone through my speaker. "Why were you keeping it from me, anyway?"

"I guess you'll find out." I giggled, I f*cking giggled. Was I flirting? Oh god, no, friends don't flirt.

"Can't wait, look Troye, I gotta go, but I'll call you later. Dubai!" Once I heard the dial tone, I almost burst into tears. Why was I so embarrassing? Why did I have to flirt with my best friend? He probably hates me, god I want to go die in a hole. I trudge down the hallway to the kitchen, grabbing the ingredients to a triple Nutella sandwich while mindlessly walking to the table. My dad peaks over his newspaper,

"Well, you don't look very excited, Troye, considering your album is released in 54 minutes." I seise spreading my Nutella to peer up at him, I raise an eyebrow,

"But who's counting, right?"

After finishing my breakfast, I troop back upstairs to my laptop; the love of my life. My laptop and I are definitely my OTP. I take a few deep breaths, staring at my album art. What if people hate it? What if everyone hates it? What if Tyler hates the one song I kept from him? The last question I asked myself makes me move the cursor from the 'submit' button. Maybe this whole album was a bust. God, this was such a stupid idea. I consider taking out the song that Tyler hasn't heard, but I need to do this. I need him to hear it, even if I'm not directly telling him. Ever since I came out, I started to notice Tyler in a different way. A more intimate way. But we're just friends. Always, just friends. I breathe deep again, before placing my sweating hand on the mouse and moving it back over to that dreaded button. I swallow my fear, and close my eyes as I lift my index finger.

Submit.

Author's Note

Yeah, this is probably really bad, this is my first fan fiction and my first chapter, so no hate, please? No one really reads this anyway but oh well. This is set in the future, mostly out of my anticipation for Trxye. 15/08/14 -Literally cannot wait. Welp, stay cool. Bye. :)