(Troyler) The Best Year of My Life

AN. Okay so some backstory on this story. I'm just kind of going around when Troye and Tyler met at playlist live. They are still youtubers in this but not as popular as they really are. Troye is also depressed/suicidal. Trigger warning. My tumblr is snugglysleepy.tumblr.com twitter is @snugglysleepy

Tyler P.O.V

I love wandering around conventions like this, looking at all the people meeting their idols, and of course, meeting mine. Also all the friends you meet at things like this! It's great because all the people here are generally obsessed with the same things as you. In other words they are perfect friend/best friend material. One of my goals on my vision board for this year is to find a bestfriend that understands my "weird" obsessions and can handle my quirks.

As I walked around I noticed a crowd of people. I had already seen the people I had really wanted to watch, (Zoella, Marcus, Jenna,) and I was just kinda watching/meeting whoever I managed to run into. Turns out the crowd was around a bunch of upcoming youtubers. I sighed and wished I was up there, self-promoting myself like crazy. Even though I was slightly bitter about not being up there, mostly I was inspired. Next year I would be up there, or better yet on my own stage. I took out a small notebook I carry everywhere and wrote that down as an item for my vision board and a couple of names I heard and wanted to look up. As I was turning to leave my notebook collided with a human being and hit the floor.

I looked up, already stammering apologizes when my head collided with the persons head, who was apparently taller than me and bending over to help me pick up my notebook.

"Ow! Sorry! Oh my God are you okay?" The person stuttered with some form of Australian accent.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm really sorry about tha-" My throat cut itself off when I looked up into the bluest eyes I have ever seen. For several seconds I just stared in admiration at the boy standing in front of me. Slowly, and not exactly by my own will, my head traveled from his captivating eyes to his perfect brown quiff, to his eyes again, and down his body. He was tall and kind of gangly, but yet extremely handsome. His face was almost angelic.

Once I realized that I had just very obviously been checking him out in silence I mentally slapped myself. Good job Tyler. Now you look like an awkward perv. I bent down to pick up my notebook with my face probably bright red. Great.

"Uh, sorry again. My names Troye with an E." I looked up to see the angel child blushing too and holding out a hand to shake.

"Oh, um, Hi. I'm Tyler. Oakley. Tyler Oakley." Wow. Smooth Tyler. Something about this guy really throws me off my game.

"So, are you like super invested in these guys or are you here for the main people?" Troye with an E questioned me with a wave of his hand toward the stage.

"Mostly the mainstage guys honestly. I'm kinda boring like that." I looked nervously at the ground. I really did not want the angelic Troye with an E to judge me too harshly for my 'mainstream' obsessions.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed about your passions. Personally I like watching the newer ones to see what happens to them. That way you either watch them grow until they are on the mainstage or slowly fade away. I like the mainstage guys too of course though." He smiled at me and God it was the most perfect smile I have ever seen. How can one person be so perfect? His smile started to drop and I realized I had just been staring at him without replying. Great. He's either straight and thinks you are hitting on him, gay and doesn't want you to hit on him, or thinks that you think his response was weird.

"That's awesome! It sounds really cool, do you make videos?" He perked up when I sounded so enthusiastic, which I was, causing me to go with option three.

"Um, yeah, I do actually. Not high quality, not many followers. I actually sing a lot more than vlogs or anything."

"Oh! you sing? That's awesome! I mostly do vlogs though, I can't sing at all." Of course he sings. He probably serenades his significant other to sleep every night. Of course that thought caused me to get lost in a slight daydream. After the slight awkward silence I figured I should say something else, I didn't want the conversation to end just yet. "So I bet your girlfriend and family are huge supporters of your singing?"

"Oh my family is super into it, but I don't have a girlfriend. Actually, um, I'm gay." He added the last part as more of an after thought with a sad smile. He looked at the ground with the most apprehensive look I have ever seen. He must get a lot of crap about it. That really made me mad, who would make this seemingly harmless, sweet person so scared of being himself? Freaking dirtbags that's who.

"Hey It's okay. I am too." I moved closer, to comfort him and because, well, I'm a thirsty bastard. But mostly because I hate seeing this little twink all sad and worried. He looked up with a happy smile, that could also be considered flirty.

"Really?" He said a bit too happily. Oh stop it Tyler he's probably just relieved that you weren't disgusted and that you can relate. Probably not flirting. "I am so happy. I thought you were straight. Good thing you're not." He smiled, and winked. He winked. Definitely flirting. Without waiting for me to say anything he took out a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down something. He handed it to me with a smile. "Expect a follow soon hon. I assume you will follow me too." Another cocky smile. For once I was so shocked, happy, excited, and sad that he was leaving to say a thing. I looked down at the little piece of paper and saw that he had scribbled his full name along with his youtube and tumblr URL.

Sivan. Mellet. Troye Sivan Mellet. How perfect. Just like him. My phone started going off and when I checked it was a notification that I had a follow on youtube, and It was him. Immediately I followed back, got on Tumblr searched and followed on there too. Almost immediately he followed me back on there too. I pulled my headphones out of my pocket as I searched for a quiet corner. My interest in upcoming youtubers had narrowed from the ones on stage to the one on my screen. Finally I gave up and walked outside and to my hotel across the street. I couldn't wait until the elevator got to my floor so I just started watching him in there.

I noticed he had been uploading singing videos for a while, and he had two vlogs. I also noticed that he was not out on the internet. I started watching the most recent singing video, a cover of Ed Sheerans Kiss Me, and God did I fall even deeper into these feelings that were developing. When the video was over and I looked up I realized I had missed my floor, and I was back at the lobby. The doors pinged open to let in none other than Troye Sivan. He was staring at his phone with his headphones in, and shuffled to the opposite corner of the elevator without looking up. He was so absorbed in whatever he was watching that he didn't notice me. I debated whether or not to say something. Disgusted with myself for being so shy, I shuffled closer to him.

I was about to tap him on the shoulder when I realized that he was watching my latest vlog. It was almost over so I waited until it was before reaching out and tapping the thumbs up button. He jumped, looked up, and yanked out his headphones simultaneously. He then promptly dropped his phone in shock when he saw me.

"Uhm, Uh, Hi." He stuttered quite adorably. Not quite as cocky as he made himself seem.

"I believe I didn't get my goodbye Mr. Mystery, and now it appears you won't," The elevator opened up at my floor and I walked out, hips swaying. "See you around, Hon." I turned and flashed a dazzling smile at the closing elevator doors and the open jawed boy inside them. Just before they closed I saw him snap his jaw shut and dart his eyes upward to see the floor number. Good.

A/N

Okay. So there is the first chapter. This is my first public fanfic so tell me things. To much dialog? Not long enough? Too long? Also in the words of @MelancholyMango this story is my baby. I will not hesitate to cut a bitch. Next chapter will recap this one but from Troyes point of view. I would like to them this chapter to the song Collide by Howie Day. Because they collided. Literally. Smack dab into each other. Not sexually. yet. Jk i suck at smut. I will probably just kinda fade over stuff like that. There will be fluff though. So much fluff. Like a duck. Okay i'm leaving now. (wink) BbbbYyyeeeee