My blood (Tyler Joseph Fanfiction)

Part 2

Sophie's POV

Okay, I admit. I know that I'm standing before Tyler Joseph since the first sight. When we had bump into each other, I hadn't seen clearly if he is really himself. In the dim light of the night club, his face was a little bit blurry. His skin reminded bright brown color. His eyes was like to pieces of dark chocolate. His hair was fluffy and dark almost like a crow's feathers. All his features fit to my picture of Tyler Joseph, but forasmuch as he was drunk or high, his nose was vomiting with blood and he was almost throwing up on my shoes, I treated him like a normal patient.

Now when I see that he is doing better, I can look at him not at like my patient, but like the lead singer of one of my favorites band. When the blood vanished from his face, I see all the features, which are proving me that I'm actually talking with Tyler Joseph. His brown eyes are a little bloodshot. His dark hair in a totally mess. He is wearing one of those long black tank top, which I saw on TOP's gig, and black jeans.

"Why are you helping me?" he breaks the silence between us. I sat on the bench next to him a few minutes earlier and observed him discreetly. He is still hold a wipe under his nose despite of the fact that the bleeding ceased.

"Because I'm on medical studies" I answer simply, looking down on my feet and feeling his sight on me.

"But you are in the night clubs with your friend to enjoy the Friday evening. Not to help some guy, who almost overdose" he says quietly, but his voice stronger than a few minutes ago.

I smile and look up at him, but the gaze of his dark eyes forces me to look back on my feet. My cheeks turn red.

"Don't pretend as if I don't know who you are" I snap, biting my bottom lip. "You are Tyler Joseph and not helping you would be the worst mistake, which I made".

He smiles back to me. His face tired and blurry.

"Fine, you know my name. What's your name?"

I bite my bottom lip and try to look into his eyes again.

"Sophie"

Tyler holds his hand toward me to shake mine. I grab his hand and feel cold and smoothness of his skin.

"Thank you, Sophie" he says and because of the tone of his voice I really feel he means it.

For the brief moment we both remine silence, looking toward the narrow street filled with cars and people, who are getting in or out the club. Tyler shivers once and I notice that he has goosebumps, what is not odd forasmuch as he has only a ripped tank top.

"Do you feel better?" I break silence.

Tyler looks at me a little bit more conscious.

"Much better" he answers with a sad smile "I'm just tired".

"I thought that you two keep off drugs and alcohol" I remark, furrowing my eyebrows.

He sighs heavily and looks down on the his hands folded on the knees.

"Yeah, we used to, but things changed and we both felt the urgency to taste Rockstar's life" Tyler admits with a small smile, but in split of second his smirk disappears, when he looks up at me. "You know, my relationship is over and I'm not one of this strong dudes, who can just forget about all this happy and sad moments".

I can just sigh. In my mind is emptiness. I can't find right words to comfort him.

Tyler growls quietly and rolls his eyes.

"Why the hell did I tell you about that?" he shakes his head embarrassed.

"Don't worry. Your secrets are safe" I reassure him with a smile and stand up "You should go back to your hotel. Do you think that you are able to do that?"

Tyler shrugs and stands up, but lose his balance quickly and slide down on the bench.

"I will help you to go to your apartment"

"No, Sophie. You helped me enough. I can handle that" Tyler says, looking up at me "And what with your friends? Do they know where are you?"

All at once I remember about my friends. I left them on the dance floor, when I felt the urgency to pee. A few minutes later I met Tyler on my way. I pull my phone out from my jeans' pocket and type a message to my best friend Diane.

From Sophie: I'm on my way back home. Don't worry about me, I call you tomorrow 😉

I look back at Tyler, who's observing me all this time.

"They didn't even notice my absence" I say with a smirk and offer him my hand to help him stand up.

He lets me help him. I grip him around his waist as his hand lands on my shoulder. This is a strange feeling, when I'm holding my idol from one of the best bands last few years and helping him to walk straight. We are making our way toward the hotel in complete silence. Tyler is still weak and needs my help, but I notice he is more sober then before. In the hotel lobby Tyler tell me, which room is his and hands me a key. The elevator takes us to fifth floor. We get out from the elevator and head toward his room numbered 125.

I open the door slowly. Their room looks exactly like I thought. A very expensive room, which looks less expensive because of complete mess.

"Here we are" I say quietly. I'm a little puzzled hearing the sadness in my voice.

Tyler gazes at me, quiet and thoughtful.

"Do you want to come in?" he asks finally.

I can't help, but my heart starts beat faster than any time before.