Flushed (Troyler AU)

Chapter 7

~One month time skip~

Tyler's POV

"Tyler..."

I felt someone lightly shaking me, their voice booming in my ears, far too loud for such an early hour in the morning. My head was nestled between two pillows, the sound a bit muffled, but still irritating.

"Tyler wake up!" There it was again, shattering my hopes of a few more hours of sleep. The only thoughts filtering through my mind were who? and why? The only person who had a spare key to my new apartment was my mother. It had to be her.

I groaned into the mattress, shifting my body weight to the middle of the bed, too reluctant to leave my warm and cozy bed. My duvet was slowly slipping from my body leaving my bare chest exposed to the cold air. I shivered, grabbing the silky material and pulling it over my head, desperate for its warmth again.

"Mom, stop...let me sleep."

All movement came to a stop, the duvet now limply cascading over my motionless body. I guess my mother listened to me, for the first time in 19 years. Thank you Jesus!

Footsteps thumped across the oak floor, heading closer in my direction with each step. A low chuckle came from my mom, although it sounded too manly to be a woman's. My brain was most likely messing with me, there was no way I was able to tell the difference in my current state.

The right side of the mattress sank down and creaked under the body which was now sitting next to me. "Babe, come on," my mother's smooth voice pleaded fecklessly, her strong hands gripping my shoulders.

Babe? That's weird, she never calls me that. She sighed, removing her hands and pushing off the bed, the cushion springing back into its original shape. A zipper was unzipped and a door was opened, the quiet flick of a light switch sounding more like two metal pots banging together. "I'll just pack for you then!" The voice yelled into my bedroom, leaving me more confused than I was before.

I decided she wouldn't leave me alone and painfully pealed the covers from my body, shifting into a sitting position on the edge of my bed. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I was thankful the curtains were still closed, blocking out the harsh sunlight from my scotopic eyesight.

"What?" My voice came out groggy and raspy, almost like a 50 year old smoker's after smoking two cigarette packs a day for thirty years. I slumped, forcing my eyes to focus on the blinding light visible from my walk in closet. A disgruntled groan broke from my throat as a piece of cloth hit me in the head followed by another, this time heavier.

I hadn't moved from the bed waiting for some sort of clarification as to my previous question; why? I don't think I've ever been more confused in my life, except for that one time Troye decided to wink at me. Back then, what seemed like two days ago, but had actually already been two months, I thought I was hallucinating and possibly high on Acid.

"Put on your clothes so we can go, your bags are already packed." Someone said, definitely not my mother this time. If it was a thief, it would be one of those rare occasions where they're nice and not too demanding.

My bed creaked behind me and my body physically froze. Two strong arms wrapped around my waist, squeezing, what felt like, my insides out. At once I fell on someone and was quickly flipped, so that I was lying on the bed.

My vision returned and on top of me was Troye, a smug smile plastered on his face. "Morning...son." He glanced at me and upon seeing my expression broke out into a loud laugh; at his own joke.

This is the man I've been in love with since I was 13.

But wait. How did he enter my apartment? It was starting to freak me out a bit. Sure he had connections but this was down right creepy. My eyes must have been screaming "Help, I'm scared for my life," because he quickly explained himself,