Addicted to You *Tracob*

Epilogue

I open the door to my apartment after finishing up at the studio. I'm met with my dog Nash, who excitedly wags his tail and jumps on me, happy I'm home. "Hey, Nash! Who's a good boy. Let's get you a treat." I say as I go to the closet and get one of his favorite treats. "Sit. Good boy!" I say and give him a treat.

Moving to the kitchen, I pour a glass of red wine as I start to prepare dinner. I put on some music and hum along gently, swaying with the rhythm.

Losing track of time, I suddenly feel a pair of strong arms engulf me into a hug. I gasp in shock until I relax into his arms, realizing who it is. "Jacob."

"Hey, Tro." He says as I look into his sparkling eyes. I slowly lean forward and engulf him in a short, passionate kiss.

"I'm making pasta, grab a glass of wine." He does as I say while I stir the sauce. "Did you finish the shoot today?

"No, they have some final touches to do tomorrow so I have to go in. How about you? Did you finish that one song you were working on?"

"Not yet. I'm really close though. Can you set the table? I'm almost done."

"Of course, love." As he sets the table, I add the finishing touches to the dinner when there's a knock at the door. "They're here. Go get the door and I'll finish here." I hum in agreement as I hurry to the door. I am greeted to an excited Zoe and Alfie.

"Long time no see!" Zoe says as we exchange hugs.

"It's been like two days! It's not my fault either, you two love birds barely leave the house anymore!" I say and we all burst into laughter.

"We just got married Troye, what do you expect!" I think back to their beautiful wedding. I instinctively rub my engagement ring in between my fingers.

"Come inside, Jacob is just finishing setting up." We move into the dining room and sit around the table. I can't help to think about how we got here.

Two years ago, after getting to Zoe and Alfie's apartment, we stayed low for a couple of weeks while our missing person segments started to dwindle away. Zoe took all of the money associated in her name and moved it to a separate bank account her aunt couldn't get to. She quickly bought two apartments in Alberta Canada so nobody could find us. Hand in hand, Jacob and I made our way onto the plane along with Zoe and Alfie. We safely made it to our apartment and slowly started to make it our own.

We all supported each other when we needed it and we became clean through the help of each other. I've been clean for 245 days, and Zoe just over a year. It's tough sometimes, but we hold it together.

Zoe got a job as a yoga instructor and makes good money off of it. Alfie works as a social worker at a local high school. Jacob does modeling and me? Jacob gave me the encouragement to finally go after my dreams of becoming a singer. I was signed to a record label and I've been working on music ever since.

Alfie and Zoe got hitched just a couple of months ago. Jacob proposed to me after the ceremony. I'm so in love with him, it sometimes drives us both crazy. We adopted our dog Nash a month ago, who keeps us company if one of us is traveling.

I couldn't ask for a better life.

After eating, drinking some more wine, and watching some cheesy rom-com, Alfie and Zoe head to their apartment a couple of floors above us and we get ready for bed.

We lye on our soft bed and stare each other in the eyes in a comfortable silence. He moves his hands to rub over my healed cuts as I run my fingers through his soft hair.

"Sometimes I think all the bad things that happened to us was all or a reason. Like all the shit we went through was to bring us together. It may have been really shit at the time, but I wouldn't trade it for the world." He says to me in a soothing voice.

"Even when you got that awful haircut and had to wait for it to grow out?" I ask him playfully.

"Maybe I wouldn't mind changing that one." We laugh and he pulls me into a soft kiss. He connects his hand with mine and gives it a small squeeze.

"I love you Tro."

"I love you too."

THE END