Flushed (Troyler AU)

Chapter 1

Tyler's POV
The filtered sunlight shone through the lavender drapes hanging loosely around my window. It hit the mirror at the backside of my closet door, at an angle, causing it to shine directly into my eyes. I groaned, slowly opening my eyes and squinting at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Seeing as it was only 7:30 am, I fell back into the mattress, staring at the wall, a small smile creeping on my face. The explanation for my early awakening was nonexistent, my usual self would make an excuse for an extra five minutes. Perhaps it was the fact that today was my birthday and my body sensed the ebullient anticipation surging through me, leading to this day. For most, it was a time filled with laughter and effusive words, but in reality I was just a year closer to rotting away underground. Flat hair and an overly-tacky black suit was not a look I appreciated. Despite this, at least one positive thing made aging worth it and it had everything to do with the number of gay clubs another two years would bring me. A small smirk crept onto my face as I pictured all the attractive men. God knew I was thirsty as fuck, specifically when it came to a certain guy.

With these thoughts in mind, I slowly crawled out of bed and slowly dragged my feet to the bathroom. I needed to look presentable before my family rushed in. On my way I tripped over a hoodie, silently cursing under my breath and rolling my eyes at the squeak escaping from my mouth.

Standing in front of the mirror, my eyes scanned the disheveled figure being reflected. My hair stood in several directions and a noticeable drool stain was smudged on my shirt. The sleep in my eyes was still evident, dark circles prominent compared to my fair complexion and puffy. I shook my head, closing my eyes and turning towards the shower.

Searing water cascaded from the shower head, drenching my body completely. My eyes opened reluctantly for the first time since stepping inside and I realized my shirt was still draped over my shoulders, limiting my movements as it clung to my frame.

"It's all his fault," I muttered to myself, blaming him yet again for each blunder I made. It was part of my routine now; it was his damn fault for being so distracting.

My wet shirt landed on the floor with a soft thud as I discarded it and I began to scrub away at my skin. Of course, he had to make a reappearance in my mind and couldn't allow me one second where I wasn't frustrated by his beauty. As the water cleansed my skin I didn't even attempt to stop my mind from wandering to him. Feeling less filthy, I climbed out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, sauntering back into my room.

Today was going to be a good day, I could feel it. Almost as much as I could feel his eyes boring into my bare back, practically begging to be noticed. I turned around, finally giving in, my eyes landing on his face.

Good god he was perfect. The way his eyes slightly crinkled when he smiled. The way his hair was always styled into a perfect quiff. His navy jumper hugged his slender figure tightly, whilst bringing out every speck of blue in his eyes. The way he could look irresistible and mystifying, yet still maintaining the nice-guy image. His perfectly angular jaw line, just waiting to be cloaked in soft kisses and bruised by dark love bites.

I ran my hand through my hair, groaning loudly, desperately trying to control my thoughts. It was too late though, images of his figure panting above me were already cluttering my mind. I turned away abruptly, stalking off to find a decent distraction. A temporary distraction from my constant distraction. I couldn't let him do this to me, torture me like this. I knew there was a greater chance of being struck by lightning than being with him. Nowadays, getting noticed by him was like winning the lottery; trying was hapless and futile. He was basically the definition of perfect and the youngest, most successful artist in the last decade. Bigger than One Direction, Justin Bieber or any musician for that matter. The way his career exploded from YouTube was insane and nobody believed it. At least a large chunk of his audience knew the real him, the awkward, but undeniably attractive, guy with a great sense of humour and the voice of an angel.

I sighed heavily, thinking back to his YouTube videos, which he's stopped making completely. I had fallen for him then and my feelings had only flourished. It was like climbing a ladder that never had an end, but the curiosity was sparked and abandoning the the journey now seemed unrealistic. I simply could not imagine a day in my life where my thoughts were free from his pretty face and fanciful touch.

Although he could never be mine, it didn't stop me from picturing different scenarios in my head if he was. Even if I had a second of his time, the cloud-nine feeling would linger for eternity. But I was just another hopeless fangirl, my luck slim to none. Well, compared to the other millions of screaming fangirls I had slight advantage; I was his type. Each magazine cover splattered with his face across it clued me in on all the news about his 'new man' and it ended up with a new picture of him taped to my wall. I never thought much about the multiple men he was with, it was no surprise as one look at his face justified everything.

An unexpected knock on my door broke me out of my trance. My entire family entered the room, laughing, showering me in 'Happy Birthdays' and kisses on the cheek. They were the best family anyone could ever ask for, always supportive and with the best intentions in mind. My mother, Jackie, nudged me and winked when she saw me staring at the poster. I stared down at my bare feet, curling them inwards as a light blush dusted the apples of my cheeks. The entire family knew about my damn crush.

I sighed then, realizing my dull mood only caused me to feel more pathetic.

Eyeing the somber look plastered on my face, my sister walked over to me. "Hey, you have more of a chance with him than I do," she smiled at me showing her teeth.

The rest of the day dashed by, every second filled with heartfelt messages from friends and family wishing they could celebrate with me in person. When it was present time, Zoe dragged me to my room to finally show me her gift. The sly grin she sported for the past week left me wondering what she was planning. She knew how to keep her mouth shut though, resulting in a long wait of anticipation and nervousness up to this day.

Zoe flopped on the bed next to me, smiling expectantly with a slight glint of mischief visible in her eyes.

"Are you ready Ty?" She inquired, chuckling at my enthusiasm. I nodded slightly, unsure of what exactly I was claiming to be ready for, but went with the flow anyways. She pulled out an envelope from her purse, retrieving two slips of paper.

"Happy Birthday Tyler!" Zoe cheered, ruffling my hair like one did to a child. I huffed at her, throwing her a disapproving glare, which lasted for mere seconds. My arms subconsciously wrapped around her skinny frame, pulling the petite brunette into my arms. I nuzzled my face into her shoulder, appreciating the floral scent wafting through the air. Squeezing her tightly, I mumbled a 'thanks,' a genuine smile curling on my lips.

I released her from my grip, settling my hands in my lap. I felt giddy, my curiosity piqued as I bounced in the seat. I was not expecting Zoe to whip the paper around, shoving it into my view. As my eyes scanned the small print, my jaw dropped and disbelief crept its way to my facial expression. My eyebrows shot up and for a moment no words escaped my mouth. All I could do was stare and hope that nothing would magically disappear before my eyes. With trembling hands I reached for the slips, shaking my head 'no," still skeptical, despite holding physical proof.

"Zoe! You didn't. No-these aren't real!" I managed, staring at her widely, anticipating her response.

"Would I really do that to you Tyler?" Zoe giggled, her features visibly lighting up at my reaction. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the two emotions blending into one, although quiet distinct. My surroundings were overwhelming as I held the both tickets in my hand, peering down at them in awe.

My life would be complete soon.

~~~~~( a/n changed)

Hello everyone and welcome to my first Troyler story??

Some quick info before you continue: Troye is 23 and it's been four years since TRXYE was released. His fan base has grown from a few million to multiple and he's famous worldwide.
Tyler is 19 (ik, ik, he's younger and there's a reason for this) and in college. He's been a fan of Troye since his YouTube days and has continued to support him.
(upcoming chapters will be about 3 times longer)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy my story :)
I would definitely appreciate your comments and vote, so thanks in advance.
Love you all,
Vicky~