The Youtuber Project (Troyler AU)

Chapter 27

Tyler's POV:

After my car had disappeared off into the distance, I knew that I was going to have to face the two guards on my own. "Tyler Oakley, make one move and we won't be as kind as were planning on being," one of the guards warned.

I considered running, but there was nowhere to run to. Instead, I carefully raised my hands in the air. "I surrender. Just tell me what the hell is going on."

The two guards grabbed my arm and started dragging me towards their car. "It'll all be explained in time."

I shook my head. "No! That's not good enough! Tell me what's going on! What do you want from me?"

I twisted, pulling my right arm out of one of the guard's grasp. He fell back in shock. Never had I been so violent before. It was hard to explain, but in a way, it felt good. It was getting back at Jack for the strain he had put on me and Troye's relationship. We could have been happy, but no. We constantly had to live in fear of him and his goons coming after us. Without even thinking, I swung my arm, my fist making contact with the other guard's face. He stumbled back as well. Suddenly, I was standing alone.

In all of the action, one of the guard's had dropped the keys to the car. I snatched them up and started running towards the large black car just about 100 feet away from me. When I reached it, I unlocked it and flung myself into the drivers seat. By then, the guards had regained composure, but were too far away to reach me as I began driving away.

I looked around the car frantically, finding what must have been one of their cell phones. I pulled into the closest gas station, which was filled with at least twenty people. Perfect. I needed witnesses. On the phone, there was a text. I unlocked it and began to read.

"We want both of them. Unharmed, of course. We have to finish the show." It was from a person named George. Who was George? Instead of pondering, I opened the phone app and dialed Korey's number. I knew that Troye would have gone to him, and even if he didn't, Korey would find a way to contact him.

"Tell Troye to run. Go as far away as he can!" I yelled when he finally picked up.

"I don't understand. What's going on Tyler?"

"I'll meet you guys at LAX. Just go now! Run!"

I pressed end and placed the phone beside me in the console. I made a left, taking the exit that LAX was on. I knew I was going to have to wait a while there since Korey's apartment was a while away from it, and Troye would have to pack whatever he could scavenge.

There was a hoody in the backseat, and despite the extreme heat, I put it on. I pulled the hood up over my head after I had parked a few blocks away from the airport. I didn't want them finding the car that easily. However, I did grab the phone again and dial Connor's number.

"Connor?" I asked when he finally picked up.

"Oh hey! Perfect timing! We were just about to board our flight."

"NO!" I practically screamed. "I mean, don't! Troye and I were just attacked in a park outside LA. It's not safe. I was wrong."

His voice grew quieter. "Are you serious? What are you gonna do?"

"I- I still don't know. I'm at LAX right now waiting for Troye to get here. I don't know where we're going to go."

"You can come here if you want. I'm sure they'll be happy to host you. And everybody's back. Zoe. Alfie. Joe. Caspar. Everyone."

I shook my head, knowing that it wouldn't be smart for us all to be together. Especially since they were actively coming after me and Troye. "No," I said. "I think I know where we're going, though."

Outside the airport, there were several banners with different locations printed on them. I stood in front of the one that had a picture of Australia on it. "We're going to Perth. I'll call you when we get there." I hung up and removed the case from the phone. As hard as I could, I threw it down on the ground and stepped on it. I got a few weird stares, but I ignored them. The phone could be being tracked, and that was the last thing I needed.

Suddenly, Korey's car pulled up in front of me. "Tyler!" Troye yelled, launching himself out of the car and into my arms. Korey just rolled his eyes, suitcase in hand.

"Here," he said with a laugh. "We grabbed a few things from your apartment."

"Thank you, Korey," I managed. All the breath was being sucked out of me, though. Troye gave good hugs, I had to admit.

"Where are we going?" Troye asked. His voice made him sound like a lost puppy.

"I'm taking you home."

"But I thought-"

"No. We're going back to Perth."

He finally let me go and looked down at me. "Are you sure that's safe?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes. Well, I can't be sure. But I think it'll be okay."

He nodded his head, and the two of us walked into the airport as if nothing was wrong. As if there weren't people who would stop at nothing to find us. As if we had a completely ordinary relationship. As if.

"Good luck guys!" Korey called before ducking back into his car.

We waved at him over our shoulders, but then hurried up to where we could buy plane tickets. "Perth," I told the lady. "We're going to need tickets to Perth."

A/N

Let's be honest. Tyler's a badass. Haha

It's 1 AM. I really should stop all this late night updating.

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~kat