Not Over You (A Troyler Fanfic)

This Had To Stop

Y’all!! I love you guys for 200 reads. Here’s another ch! Hope you like it. I feel like I can write better than my previous chapters, so imma try to do my absolute best in this one.

Tyler wasn’t exactly sure what to do regarding the Troye situation. He had been extremely busy over the last few days, making videos, and planning his tour. He hadn’t exactly had time to think of Troye, though it seemed to Tyler that he did it quite a lot. The truth of the situation was that Troye had a boyfriend. One part of Tyler wanted to talk Troye out of it, and tell him to break up with his boyfriend, the one that so obviously only cared about Troye because of his perfect quiff, deep blue eyes, and beautiful face. The boy didn’t even know about Troye’s adorable nutella addiction, or even about his videos! Tyler wondered if Andew even knew Troye’s last name. But the more mature part of Tyler knew that this wasn’t something that he could fix. Troye would have to do it. And Tyler was sure that in time, Troye would figure out that Andrew wasn’t right for him. And right now, the hardest thing Tyler had to do was just to wait.

The third part of Tyler just wanted to break down and cry. He was so frustrated, and was so stressed about everything going on. Planning a tour was a ton of work, plus making videos, plus thinking about this Troye situation. He felt like his sleep was getting less and less every night, and this morning he had even questioned his quiff. He just wanted his best friend. Unfortunately, Tyler’s best friends was right now one of the causes of his stress.

The darkness in Tyler’s apartment was engulfing. He turned on all the lights, closed the windows, and settled in for his late night tumblr time on his gray couch.

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Somewhere close by, Troye and Andrew were finishing their date. They had gone to a lavish restaurant, and ate and laughed. They had had a great evening, and were ready to go home and rest.

“Hey, Andrew, guess what?!”

Troye was so excited to show his friends his new music. He had thought that he had written his best songs so far today, and wanted to show them off.

“What?” Andrew asked, looking at Troye, smirking. Troye almost melted into his smile, and said “I wanna let you hear some of my new music when we go home. It’s pretty rad, dude!”

“Rad?” Andew asked, laughing. “Who the hell says that?” He collapsed in laughter and Troye pushed him gently.

“No, seriously,” Andrew said, and Troye could tell that he actually meant it. “It’s better than your other music, right? Trixie or whatever?”

Troye’s heart fell. His boyfriend didn’t like his music? Troye was so ecstatic to show others his new music, proud that he had written the lyrics, almost jumping up and down when people said they liked his music or singing. Never in his life had he expected that his boyfriend, of all people, didn’t like his music.

At least he listened to it,a little voice in Troye’s head says. Immediately, Troye chastised himself. Of course Andew’s heard it! He’s my boyfriend, for heaven’s sake, Troye said, shaking his head. But the little voice persisted, saying, but he didn’t know your youtube channel. Troye was taken aback that he even was having this battle in his head, when he heard Andrew talk.

“It’s a joke. Can you relax? Gosh, you look like someone died.” Troye didn’t even know how to feel. His brain and heart were a mix of emotions, thrown together in a blender. He felt sad, confused, and lonely. Was he supposed to just imagine that anytime Andrew said something insulting it was a joke? And someone dying was not anything to kid about, either, thought Troye. He felt so angry at himself, for picking someone like Andrew.