Troyler One Shots

Sick in Italy

- TYLER -

Reluctantly, my eyes open and instantly I am overwhelmed with a gross, groggy feeling.

I text Joe, telling him that there's no way I can go anywhere today, trying to ignore the obnoxiously loud pounding in my head.

I can hear the ding of a text message, indicating that Joe responded. Squinting to see the bright screen, I skim through the words, knowing that he was probably just telling me to get well soon and to call one of the boys if I needed anything.

We were going to go exploring today, but I guess that's not going to happen. I feel like it's more allergies than me being sick. Either way, I can't move.

I bury my head in the pillow and fighting the internal battle of whether I was hot or cold.

THUMP THUMP THUMP 

At first, I thought the thumping was just in my head, but then I realized someone was at the door. I groan, my response to the door, and the person fiddles outside the door before entering the room. Looking up in alarm as to who unlocked my hotel door, I fall back into the pillow when I see it's just Troye.

"Hey, Tilly" he chirps, his usual perky persona filling the room, tossing his key card onto 

"WGIJAOIBJDOIBJDNBA" I groan.

"What's wrong?" he asks, hopping onto the bed.

The mattress bounces with his little jump onto it, and I turn my head so I can see a very blurry version of him because of the lack of my glasses.

"I don't feel good" I say, my voice coming out all nasally.

"Story of my life" he giggles, lying down next to me.

I try laughing, but instead start hacking up a storm, cursing my awkwardness.

"Wait, Tilly. Are you okay?" Troye asks.

I shake my head no, blushing when Troye cups my cheek to feel my temperature.

"God, Ty, you're burning up" Troye says, his brow furrowed with concern.

"I-I'm sick" I sniffle, wiping my nose.

"Yeah, well no shit" he says, combing my hair out of my face.

"Do-don't you have to go somewhere?" I ask, quietly, my throat exceptionally sore.

"Oh, that? No, we'll go exploring another day" he says, waving off my question.

"Thanks, babe" I mumble, blushing again.

Jeez, I've been blushing a lot. 

"Shut up" he says, sliding out of bed and sauntering off to the bathroom.

I quickly grab my glasses and slip them on, taking the opportunity to stare at Troye's perky little butt in his light grey sweatpants.

Shit. My boyfriend is hot.

What? 

He is.

He returns with a pile of supplies gathered in his arms, dumping them on the bed.

"Wh-what's all this?" I ask, sitting up and leaning my back against the several pillows propped up behind me.

"It's my 'help Tilly get better' kit" he says, fidgeting with the items on the bed.

I feel a tickle in my nose, and let out a small sneeze, followed by two others.

I always sneeze in threes.

"Oh, no" Troye sighs, looking at me as if I was falling apart at the seams.

"I'm co-cold" I say, shivering.