The Youtuber Project (Troyler AU)

Chapter 9

Tyler's POV:

After the incident in the main room, I ran straight to my own room. I wanted to get away from everyone, even Troye. However, I secretly wanted someone to run after me and tell me that everything was alright and that they believed us. Troye and I were not dating, and now after everything happening on this stupid reality television show, we probably never would. My heart ached just thinking about it.

Instead, I just sat down on my bed, facing the wall, thinking. I must have dozed off because next thing I remembered was being shaken awake by Troye. "Tilly, are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely audible. The familiar smell of him comforted me.

"You're always doing that, you know," I said, my sleepy voice inevitable.

"Waking you up? I hardly think so. I mean, time differences are difficult, but-"

"No, not that you idiot." I laughed. "You're always asking me if I'm okay. Why?"

He smiled back at me, but underneath, I could tell he was in pain. Why? "It's because I know you have a lot going on in your life, and even though I can't always be there for you or understand just what it's like, I want to pretend that I can. I really do care, Tyluh."

There he goes again, using his cute ass accent to his advantage. I wondered if he knew how I melted every time I heard it. Suddenly, his whole body went stiff. "Troye? What's wrong?" He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"I just forgot that I had to tell you something. Promise you won't be mad at me?"

I wanted to demand to hear what it was before I promised anything, but something about the way he stared at me told me it was bad, and I knew he wouldn't tell me unless I did. "Yes, I promise. Just spill."

"Before the- the nomination ceremony, Connor and Joey asked me to be in an alliance with them. I was forced and pitied into accepting, and now they suspect that we're working together. I told them that we weren't of course, but they still don't completely believe me. They said, unless I stop talking to you, they'll vote me out, and since there's only seven people who can vote this week, if they vote me out I'll go home. Even if Hannah, Mamrie and Grace vote for me to stay."

For a moment, all I could do was stare. "This is all my fault, Troye. I should have never nominated you. I feel so bad." I was on the verge of tears.

"I- I came here to ask you what I'm supposed to do now," he whispered, eyes trained down on his hands. I felt like he was doing that more and more lately. It must have been because of all the cameras surrounding us.

"You have to do what they say," I whispered back. "I don't want you to, but you have to. I'm not going to let you leave me with these people." The two of us forced a smile at that.

"But what are you going to do? You have no alliances other than me."

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out. I'll go talk to the three girls right now if that'll make you feel better." The fact that he was so worried about me really showed how much he cared.

"Yes, do that. Please," he practically begged. "I would feel so much better knowing that you're not alone."

Troye got up to leave, but before he could open the door, I stopped him. "Troye, you're going to win this. I'm going to make sure of it."

"No, don't. I don't deserve it. You do."

"You're the kindest most genuine person in this house. If you don't win, I'm going to be pretty pissed off."

He bowed his head, attempting to hide the blush that had appeared on his cheeks. "I have to go. It'll look weird if we're here together too long."

I nodded my head, but could only hear my heart breaking. It felt like he was leaving forever, even though I knew it wouldn't be too long at all. "I love you, Troye." Even though I could practically hear the fangirls screaming, I tried not to think about it. Troye was the only one that mattered. Who cares if they knew, anyway? I bet everyone was thrilled. Especially Jack.

He tensed, but then relaxed. "I love you too, Tilly." I wasn't expecting some grand gesture of affection from him, but after saying those three words for the first time, I didn't think he would just open the door and leave. I wasn't too offended. He was just doing what he had to do.

I was going to miss our knowing stares and cuddle sessions. All of that would have to wait until we were either both eliminated or one of us won. I was hoping for the second one, of course, but being eliminated early could potentially have it's perks.

However, I had made Troye a promise and I 100% planned on keeping it. I got up off my bed and walked into the main room, surprised to find Hannah, Grace and Mamrie still sitting there, chatting about how much they wanted some type of alcohol. What else was there to expect from them?

"Are you talking about drinks, because mama's thirsty as fuck!" I said, collapsing onto the couch. "Do you think they'll put alcohol into the house?" I asked them once I had their full attention.

Grace responded first. "Unfortunately, no. Troye is underage in America." Great. Another reason to put a target on Troye's back. Just what I needed.

"Oh, well I mean I guess I'll be fine then for a while," I whispered.

"Don't want to see your boyfriend get eliminated?" Mamrie asked, a smile plastered across her face.

"He's not my- oh why do I even try anymore?"

The three of them burst out laughing, which I took as a success. We had always gotten along so well. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard working with them on something like this. "So, I take it that the three of you are in an alliance?" I asked, nervous that I was jumping into serious business too abruptly.

"I mean, I guess. We're best friends, but honestly, we don't even care how this turns out," Mamrie said with a snicker.

"Don't you want 1 million dollars?" I asked with a little gasp.

"Well, we're practically one being and there's only one winner. As far as we see it, it will only tear our friendship apart if we actually try," Hannah said, slightly annoyed.

So, clearly, I wasn't going to be able to work with them. They were very exclusive, and clearly didn't want anything to do with me. I mean, I could talk to them and have fun, but there was no way they would ever even dream of strategizing with me. Troye was going to be so disappointed, assuming that we could find some time to talk secretly.

Nothing was going my way. Nothing at all.

A/N

so yeah. I posted twice in one day. I don't know why. I just wanted to. But make sure you check out my other fanfic, vote and comment this one and come back and read more at some time in the future.