He's My... Guy? (TROYE SIVAN X READER)

LUCKY STRIKE

Troye's POV

Woah... So, what in the world just happened? Earlier I was just teasing this lady and now, I'm literally bleeding on her bed. What a funny thing.

I don't even know her name and all I know is that she's a bloody fan of mine because of how she reacted a while ago when I greeted her.

Wait... Is that her phone?

I peeked at her and saw her still rummaging in the cabinets. She seems to not know where the things she needed are and obviously... Iced peas are inside a damn fridge. I chuckled on myself and decided to pick up her phone that she just left beside me with a silent motion; not wanting to be caught red handed.

Oh! A smile popped out on my damn lips as I saw her wallpaper. It's literally me.

I don't know why the hell I'm smiling like a literal shit but then, I decided to totally break in her privacy and scrolled down her notification, only to find that YOUTH on her playlist.

I should freak out now, she may be a stalker but no... She looks innocent! And... Her eyes...

Wait no... Shit...

I'm gay and I literally like boys so I should stop thinking like that. I put down her phone and looked at her, only to find that she is already missing! Maybe she took some iced peas and...

"Shit..." I cursed as I realized that maybe she saw me looking on her phone like a total maniac. Well, maybe not? Maybe she's too preoccupied to find the things so she never noticed.

I sighed deeply and as if on cue, I saw her entering with the first aid kit. Well, it seems like she doesn't notice how I looked at her phone a while ago. I forced a smile on my lip, only to meet the ache caused by the wound on its lower left side. I fucking hit the ground so hard.

"Shit shit!" I cursed as I covered my bleeding lips with my hands and there I felt the bloody gashes on my arm. Fuck... I thought.

She literally sprinted near me and took out a cotton ball with med to clean my wound.

"I'm sorry Troye! I'm really sorry!"

She said as she damped the cotton gently to wipe away the blood and also clean the wound from my lips. Guilt can be seen on her eyes as she try to fix my wounds and so, I raised my eyebrows and pulled back a bit that made her eyes go wide and then scared.

Okay, she's literally feeling guilty.

"Hey miss..." I said with a soothing voice that made her look at me. "Yes?" She replied. "Well, if your thinking I'm angry... Then no... Stop worrying." I assured her and patted her head.

Her pupils dilated as she looked at me and that made my heart race. Woah...

"Well... Umm... Maybe I'm just assuming but I think you know m—"

She tilted her head like some cute puppy and spoke up with a small tone that made me smile. "I know who you are of course, you are Troye Sivan."

"Oh... Okay..."

"Look! I am not a stalker if that's what you're thinking! I—"

"I just want to know you name..."

"Oh..."

I pouted a bit and sighed as her scared expression changed into an appeased one...

Oh, there are crinkles on her eyes and well, I felt something in me...

Oh gosh... Why the heck am I thinking this? I'm fucked up.

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Your POV

You were astounded with what Troye said. As usual, you defended yourself and explained that you are not a stalker yet, he cut you with the words that made your world upside down.