Long Journey Back

Chapter 5 - Final Night

A/N: I am so sorry for that long and unexplained break. I've been dealing with a lot of stress and personal issues in the past few months, but I'm back now and my writer's block is going and I finally am finding the words to go with the direction I have for this story.

TYLER’S PERSPECTIVE

 

Troye’s smile had always been the one thing that could save any ruined day and today that was especially true. I had no idea why his parents were so worried with him coming home. I was pretty sure all that really needed to happen was for someone to go get him some clothing to wear home and bring them to him. So I continued my conversation with Troye while they continued to talk nonsense about everything they needed to do.

Finally, at 7:45, as with every night previous a nurse stuck her head in the door. “For the last time, 15 minutes, Mellet family.”

“Thank you,” Laurelle said, looking up, as everyone started to gather their belongings.

I was still sat on the edge of Troye’s bed, holding his hand in my lap and smiling at his beautiful face. “You’re staying, yeah?”

“I told you I’m not going anywhere,” I answered, smiling. “I meant that.”

“Thanks,” Troye said weakly, just as his mom stepped to the opposite side of his bed to say goodnight. She was followed by Sage, Shaun, and Tyde. Then, finally, they all left the room for the night.

“Alone at last,” Troye mumbled softly. I laughed.

“I love you,” I responded.

“I love you, too, Tilly. You have no idea how happy I am that I can finally talk to you.”

“You have no idea how happy I am that I can finally listen to you and see you smile and just everything. I missed you so much.”

“Can we have a serious talk for a minute?”

“Of course,” I said moving my eyes from Troye’s hand to his face. “What’s up?”

Troye smiled. “Firstly, I love you more than anything in this world, Tyler. And I don’t know that I’ll ever have quite the right words to express that properly, because the amount of love I have for you is so far beyond anything there is words for that I don’t think there will ever be words to explain it, so I’m going to have to settle for just telling you that I love every hour for the rest of forever.”

I laughed. “I love you, too, Troye. So very, very much. You mean absolutely everything to me and I have no idea what I’d do without you.”

He smiled again. “Secondly, I can’t be away from you anymore,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Last night, when you left for dinner, if I could have cried I would have. You made everything okay to me. Just you being in the same room made it not so scary. I had no idea where I was or how long I’d been here or anything that had happened, the only thing I knew was that having you there holding my hand made everything okay. I know we’ve made it work for so long. And I know that this probably sounds insane or something, but I just can’t let you go again.”

“Troye,” I mumbled, letting go of his hand to move mine to the other side of him, so I could properly face him and lean over his body. “Troye Sivan, if you don’t want me to leave, I’m not going to. The second your mom told me what happened and that you were in the hospital, the only thing I could think about was how soon I could get here to be with you. It made absolutely no sense. You were unconscious, unresponsive, and possibly dying. What difference was me being here going to make? The only reason I had, was that I couldn’t even function in LA knowing you were here and sick. I could barely stop crying long enough to book flights. I could barely make myself move around my apartment to pack a bag to come here. I literally could not focus on anything at all. You, Troye, mean so much to me, that the thought of you being remotely unwell or unhappy makes me unable to function like a human being. I love you more than anything.” I paused for a moment to kiss his lips, quickly but with more passion than I’d ever known to exist in such a motion. “I love you and I don’t want to let you go either.”

Troye was literally crying when I’d finished. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, leaning over him and wiping his tears away with my fingertips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he said with a half-smile. “I want to move to LA,” he said suddenly. I smiled. “You’ve known that for a while, but I mean it now. I need to tell my parents and my family and get the paperwork situated, so it can actually happen, because I can’t be away from you any longer and I mean it’s going to be a lot easier for me to do work stuff living in LA, too, so it’s sort of a win-win, but the biggest win is definitely you.” I smirked. “I mean it,” he said firmly. “I want to go back to LA with you and I want to stay there. I just. I need to get this sorted out.”

“Troye,” I mumbled again. I kissed him again. “Troye Sivan,” I said, no longer able to stop myself from smiling broadly. “You know I would love nothing more than to have you in my arms every single day and night. To have you with me in LA all the time would literally be the best thing in the entire world.” I kissed him again.

“Thank you.”

“One less thing to worry about?”

“What’s that?”

“You have a place to live. So don’t even think for one second you have to worry about that. My apartment isn’t very big, but we can make it work. Because I don’t see much of a point in you getting your own place, if we’re going to be spending all our nights together anyway.”

The smile on his face was more than I could have asked for. I kissed him again, this time letting the kiss deepen and expand with a relentless passion that I don’t know either of us had ever known existed before that moment.

“You’re sure?” he asked when we finally broke apart.

“Of course,” I said with an almost laugh. “It would be completely silly for you to pay for an apartment if you never slept there and we both know that’s exactly what would happen.”

He smile and pulled my face back to his and resumed the kiss.