Just Friends? Troyler.

Chapter Fifteen- Perth

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

There's been a lot from Tyler's point of view, but that's just where the story took me, I'll add more Troye in the next few chapters. This chapter can get confusing as it has multiple perspective changes, so I've made the POV announcements in bold.

TYLER'S POV:

I rub my eyes, adjusting to the light shining in through the airplane windows. I stifle a yawn as I gain my surroundings. "Troye?" I whisper as I snuggle closer to the hard body next to me,

"Tyler you slut." I hear a manly voice reply, I sit up with a start as Oscar chuckles, "Who's this Troye? I can't believe you're cheating on me!" Oscar laughs with mock outrage, a few of the other passengers cast dirty looks our way, immediately judging our sexuality. Oscar stiffens, but I choose to ignore the glares surrounding us.

"So, what are you going to say?" Oscar coughs out, trying to get the other passengers to mind their own business.

"Huh?" Wow, classy Tyler. Morning Tyler is not my favourite Tyler.

"To Troye, when we see him."

"Oh, uh. Hi?"

"That's a great start, Tyler, but you need more." For the next 3 hours of the flight we write down all possible things I could say, scribbling out some things that were just too cliché and adding some extra things. As the plane begins descent, I feel confident knowing what to say to Troye.

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OSCAR'S POV (Yes, you read that correct.)

As Tyler and I walk out the electronic door to the taxi line, I take in his polo shirt and skinny jeans. I can't blame past me for hooking up with him, in fact I think I'd hi-five past me. If he didn't have feelings for Troye we'd definitely go for round tw- Jesus I can't say these things. I travelled to the other side of the world to get Tyler this boy, I'm not going to take it all away. I roll my shoulders, still stiff from the 12 hour plane ride.

"Yo, Ty." I call as a taxi pulls up, he's been pacing for the last fifteen minutes. I grab him by the shoulders and stare into his eyes, "It's going to be okay." Tyler nods, and then jumps into the cab. After he spits out the memorised address, he takes my hand in his, I can only assume for moral support. I give him an encouraging squeeze. Once we reach the complex that I assume can only be Troye's house, we pay the cab and step onto the newly paved driveway. "You go, Tyler, you can do it." I give him an encouraging smile and jokingly push him up the driveway.

"W...wait." Tyler stutters, "You're not... Coming?"

I look down at my pants, then back up at him, "Nope looks like we're all good." I wink at him, "Tyler, this is something you have to do, not me. I'll wait here."

TYLER'S POV

I take a deep breath before grabbing the spare key under the garden gnome, it's such an obvious place to hide a spare key, but I'm just thankful Troye hasn't changed it, I should probably look into that though. "Troye?!" I shout into the empty hallway as I enter, the last thing I want is the cops showing up claiming a break and enter. I troop up the stairs, making sure to make as much noise as possible, just to alarm Troye in case he turned half deaf in the time we've been apart. I knock on his bedroom door, "Troye?" I open the door, nothing. He's not in his bed, but his laptop is on the bed side table, I feel the bottom, it's still warm. He hasn't been gone long. I sit on the bed and sigh, what should I do? Wait for him to come back? While I reflect over my next choice, I hear the bathroom door open and Troye walks out. "Troye!" I cheer, until I see the tall, buff man standing beside him. "Who the f*ck is this?"