For Him (Tracob)

Troye's pov

It's a bad sign when I wake up cranky the next morning. All it takes is me opening my eyes and I'm already so done with today. I fly out of the country this afternoon and I haven't even finished packing. When I get out if bed, I discover a suitcase packed and ready to go in the hall outside out bedroom, but it's not my suitcase, it's Jacob's. Is he going somewhere we well?

I find him sitting on one of the barstools at the kitchen island, eating a plate of scrambled eggs.

"Jacob, why is your luggage sitting in the hall?" I ask, bypassing "good morning" and heading straight for the point.

"Oh, I'm leaving." He says casually.

"To go where?"

"To London. With you." He takes another bite of egg. I open my mouth.

"No, the fuck, you're not. Even if you wanted to, you didn't book tickets."

"I made a couple changes to your tickets to day before last. I unbooked them and got us a little first class compartment to ourselves. It was a deal, actually."

"Awesome, I don't care it it was free. I didn't plan on traveling with you, and frankly I was looking forwards to the time away."

Jacob turns around on his stool to look at me. "Well, frankly, I don't care because we have the agreement that we made ages ago to never travel apart when we're mad at each other."

"Jacob, we-"

"Did we make that deal or not?" He asks.

"We did." I say, because it's the truth.

"We made it for a reason. You can't just choose to use it when it's all good, and drop it when it becomes undesirable. That defeats the whole point."

We made that agreement only months after we started dating. The point was that we would never leave each other on bad terms, just in case something would ever happen while we were apart. And because distance and anger just aren't good for a relationship anyways.

"Fine," I snap at him. "I don't even care."

I stalk out of the room and go to pack my bag. Hari picks us up at noon, so we don't have to leave our car at the airport. When we arrive, she helps is get our luggage from the backseat, and tells us to be nice to each other and have fun. She seems to look particularly hard at me when she says 'be nice to each other'

I know she thinks I'm too hard on Jacob sometimes. Maybe I am. Right now I could care less. Jacob carries his suitcase and my carry on, making a point of being polite to me. We check in and grab coffee before heading to go through security. As we walk through the airport, a group of people several yards away starts snapping pictures of us. I don't know whether they're paparazzi, or just bold onlookers, but either way the flashes bother my eyes, and I want them to go away. Jacob notices my discomfort, and gracefully slides an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him and tucking my head down. It's a subtle gesture, that doesn't give away any big reaction like the paparazzi wants. It doesn't scream I'm guilty, or I'm ashamed, or I'm angry. Maybe it says I'm feeling unwell, or I'm tired, please no pictures. Whatever it implies works though, because the group disperses pretty quickly after that. Jacob moves his arm off of me, and I lose the warm contact of his body against mine. I wish he would put it back but I'm too stubborn to ask. We trudge through security, but board the plane pretty quickly, and we're shown into the little compartment we have to ourselves. It's really not that big, but compared to just two seats on a plane, it's spacious. There's two couches, a small table, and a mini fridge. We can actually move around during the flight, which is nice. I don't have to sit still next to Jacob for hours. I set my bag on the table and sink down on one of the couches.

"I want to nap, will you please be quiet."

Jacob blinks. "I am being quiet."

"Well, good. Don't stop."

He looks mildly bothered. "Okay, I won't, Jesus."

"You're talking right now, about how you're not talking."

He opens his mouth to retort, but shuts it quickly and turns away.

I roll onto my side and shut my eyes, trying to fall asleep so I can get some rest before we touch down in the middle of the fucking night London time, but no matter how much I rearrange myself and wiggle around trying to get comfortable, I can't sleep. I'm kept awake by annoyance at Jacob, but also by the fact that he's not sitting with me stroking my hair right now. I don't know what I want more - for him to go away, or for him to come closer. I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He's just sitting there reading, headphones on. He looks very comfortable. Comfortable to lay on. I'm sure I'd be able to fall asleep if I was laying next to him, but he's not getting off the hook that easy. No matter how tired I am. After awhile, Jacob begins to tap his nails against the window frame. It's a nervous tic of his, he does it when he's anxious. His hands always have to be moving, tapping, touching. A lot of the time, he fidgets with my fingers or plays with my hair, but that's not really an option right now so he's here just...

Tapping

Tapping

Tapping

I sit up sharply. "Will you stop that?"

He looks over at me, pulling his headphones off. "What?"

"Stop tapping your fingers, that's so annoying."

He moves his hand. "I thought you were asleep."

"So you decided to tap and wake me up?"

"No! I- I didn't realize you could hear me." He says to me.

"Well, I can. So stop."

"Okay," he says softly, and I almost feel bad.

Almost.