If Only You Knew (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 24: Perfect Match

Tyler POV

I glanced at myself in the mirror and groaned, throwing my shirt into the large pile that had accumulated in the corner of my room. This wasn't just any occasion, I had to look perfect for Troye. I think I've tried on more outfits tonight then I did before the VMA's. I grabbed another shirt from my closet and sighed. None of these outfits were good enough. I began looking for yet another shirt when I heard the familiar voice that made my blood boil.

"Hey Ty can we...wait why are you dressed so nice? It's 11:30 at night." Marcus questioned. I hated how nosey he was, how he thought he could just come into my room after what he said this morning. I may be acting normal around him, but that doesn't change the fact that he is trying to ruin what Troye and I have. I know exactly what his subtle hints mean and I will not let Marcus Butler come in between Troye and I.

"Why do you care? If I wanted you to know I would've told you, but I didn't. So get out. Now." Every second I spent with Marcus I just wanted to be with Troye. I wish that night at Playlist never happened, I wish I wasn't too stupid to realize that I loved Troye more than anything. I wish I could've just admitted my feelings for him then, but I didn't. I ruined it. I wasn't going to let that happen again, I couldn't let that happen again. This time our story wouldn't end with heartbreak, I was sure of it.

"Ty, look we really need to talk. Can you just give me 10 minutes?" He walked into the room and now instead of leaning against the door frame he was comfortably sitting on top of my bed.

"Marcus I'm busy. Now learn the meaning of get out and leave."

"Tyler you told me we could talk. Why can't you just be late to your mystery meeting during the middle of the night?"

"Maybe because I actually care about the person I'm going to meet and I'm not going to keep him waiting. We can talk as much as you want over the next two weeks, but right now I'm going to see someone I love more than anything, so get out." I don't even care if Marcus finds out about Troye and I at this point, my feelings for Troye will never change and Marcus can try all he wants to stop me from being with him, but it won't work. I will never give up on this.

"Lucky him. Have fun with your secret date." And with that he got up and left. As he closed the door I could've sworn I heard faint sobs coming from the living room but I was probably just imagining things. Marcus wouldn't be crying because I had a date would he?

I snapped out of my trance and glanced at the clock, seeing that it was 11:46. How was I supposed to get ready in less than 20 minutes? I scoured my closet continuing my search for the perfect outfit until my eyes landed on the sweater I wore to the Teen Choice Awards. I remember talking on the phone with Troye celebrating our win and how Troye told me I looked amazing. I still remember the butterflies I got after he said those few words. I put on my purple button down, which looked perfect with my hair, and slipped the white sweater on over it. I put on my favorite pair of black skinny jeans and paired it with converse. I looked myself over in the mirror one last time, making sure my quiff looked good and that the collar of my shirt was smooth. I adjusted my glasses one last time and admired my final look. Perfect.

I quietly snuck out of my room careful not to get caught by anyone, which luckily was pretty easy since everyone had already gone to sleep and Marcus was nowhere to be found even though his laptop was lying open. I looked at the screen and saw he was watching "The Boyfriend Tag" video I made with Troye, and as I got closer to the screen I saw that the thumbs down button was blue. Why would Marcus thumbs down my video?

I didn't have time to think about this anymore, it was 11:56 and I had 4 minutes to make it to the park. I slowly made my way out the door and closed it quietly. I ran out of the building and a blast of cold air hit my face. Even with the sweater I still had goose bumps, I should have brought a jacket but I didn't have time to go back inside and risk getting caught. I walked down the empty street and every step I took I was one step closer to Troye. Even though I was walking alone in the middle of a cold street just thinking about him gave me this feeling of warmth and comfort. It was like I was sitting on my couch in front of the fireplace with my mom eating cookies like we always used to do when it snowed when I was a kid. I miss her so much, sometimes I go to call her but then I realize that no one will be on the other end to answer. I know she would be proud of me, and even though she isn't here to see it I know she would be happy that I found someone as amazing as Troye to stand by me in my darkest moments and still love me as much as he does. Without Troye I don't know what I would be doing right now, but I'm glad that I have him. If I can't have my mom I'm glad that I have someone who will love me and guide me when I need it.