Not Over You (A Troyler Fanfic)

Maybe I Like You Too

Hey!! 300 reads?! WHAT EVEN. Here’s a chapter!

Troye knocked on Tyler’s apartment door. His tears had dried from the night before. The night where his boyfriend had turned out not to be the person Troye had thought. And right now, Troye just needed some support. And so he turned to Tyler.

Tyler opened the door, wearing pajamas still. His hair was down today, but the minty green was even more prominent. He looked very surprised to see Troye at his door, but ushered him in, and Troye sat down on the sofa.

Tyler looked at him and sighed. He wasn’t sure at all why Troye had suddenly shown up at the door. And where was Andrew?

“Hey,” said Tyler, making the silence between them even more awkward.

Troye responded with a quick “hey.” The tears that had gathered in his eyes were threatening to fall over, onto his cheeks, and so he turned his head away and pretended to cough.

“So why did you suddenly come over? Do you need to talk about something? And where’s Andrew?” Tyler felt as though the questions came over as rude, but he didn’t mean to be. Anyone could tell that he was concerned about his best friend, however.

“Andrew is, um Andrew,--” Troye started sobbing again. I must look so stupid, he thought, crying around Tyler.

Contrary to what Troye thought, Tyler sat next to him and wrapped his arms around Troye, pulling him into his arms.

“It’s ok. You don’t have to tell me,” Tyler said, being the amazing person Troye knew he was. “Sometimes you just need a good cry.”

Somehow, with Tyler, Troye felt at ease. Soon, the conversation turned into gossip, where Tyler and Troye discussed the new celebrity pregnancies and what now. They were sprawled over the sofa, Troye’s legs on the head rest, and Tyler lying on top of him. They were laughing, and smiling, and Troye was so so so happy to be where he was, he almost didn’t notice that his stomach was quivering. With butterflies.

Oh no, thought Troye. Not again.

Tyler was happy that Troye was here, in his arms. On the other hand, those pesky little things called feelings kicked in. And, once again, Tyler knew that he still liked Troye.

And so Tyler didn’t know what to say when Troye suddenly said “You know that day at my house? What were you going to say?”

Tyler guessed that he should just tell the truth. “Well, I got your email, and stuff, and you know, I guess I just thought that your video, you know, meant that maybe, like maybe I read this totally wrong and stuff, and well, I just probably did, and-

Troye cut him off. “Tylah! You’re rambling. Just tell me.”

So Tyler said, “Well, I got your email, and I assumed that you liked me, I mean from the song. And I just wanted to go to your house to explain why I didn’t respond in so long.” Tyler didn’t know what to do next. Should he tell Troye the real reason he had gone to his house? The reason that included Tyler having feelings for Troye.

Troye’s face fell a little. He had, in a little part of him, hoped that Tyler had some feelings for him. “So why didn’t you respond?”

“Well, I was in Michigan, and stupidly, I forgot my phone. And so I just decided to take a few weeks off of social media.”

But his tumblr had been active, Troye thought, then said it out loud.

“Troye! I queued some posts, ok? And I already had some videos filmed so I just put those up. Didn’t you notice I wasn’t on Instagram or Twitter?”

“Oh,” said Troye, feeling dumb. Of course Tyler wasn’t lying. Why hadn’t he noticed? Tyler was usually on twitter 24/7. In fact, the boy was probably on twitter right now.

Troye sat upright, so the two boys were sitting next to each other.

“So that’s it? That’s all of what you came to tell me?”

Maybe he knew, Tyler thought, scared out of his mind. Maybe Troye knew how much Tyler wanted to fall asleep, to wake up next to him. To call him his boyfriend. Tyler didn’t know what to say at all. He couldn’t let Troye think that he didn’t like him, because what if Tyler never got this opportunity again?

“Okay,” said Tyler. He figured that since Troye had a boyfriend, it didn’t matter anyway. “I also came to tell you that I kind of, well not kind of, really, um like you. Like more than like a friend like you. And it’s okay, you probably don’t like me back. And you have a boyfriend.” Tyler felt stupid already. “So, nevermind.”

Tyler knew that hadn’t gone very well, which is why he was surprised to hear Troye sigh, and then talk. “Tyler, I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.”

Tyler whipped his head up. “But what about Andrew?”

“I broke up with him,” said Troye, and he looked ready to cry again.

“What happened?” Tyler asked. “I won’t judge you or anything I promise.”

“I know,” said Troye, truthfully. He felt the utmost safety when he was with Tyler.

Troye began his story, and Tyler listened intentively. When Troye got to the part about Andrew almost hitting him, he started sobbing again. Tyler just pulled the younger boy into his arms again, squeezing him.

“You’re better than that dick, anyway,” Tyler reassured. “You deserve better, ok? Don’t you ever think that he was right to let you go.”  

Troye nodded. “Okay,” he said, finishing with the part where he kicked Andrew out. Tyler smiled. “Good.”

Troye decided to confide everything in Tyler. He had already told him about Andrew. So he said, “And Tyler?”

Tyler looked up.

“Maybe, I, you know, like you too. The email still stands.” Troye tried his most seductive voice, and Tyler started cracking up. Like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“Stop!” said Troye, gently hitting him. He knew his face was beet red.

“To charm me, you’re going to have to do better,” said Tyler. Damn it, thought Troye. Why is he so much better at flirting?

But Troye had an idea. “Okay,” he said, smirking. And then he leaned in. And so did Tyler. And right before their lips met, Troye jumped up. “Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom,” he said, and watched as Tyler’s mouth fell open.

Tyler jumped up, ran after Troye, grabbed him (and this is where they both started giggling,) and turned him around. This time, Tyler held on to Troye, and their lips met for a kiss that marked a new beginning. 

So…..TROYLER ACTION!! So there are some blurry edits going around Tumblr, and its giving me the feels. Also, SAM PEPPER SUCKS. He is such a dick.

Have a great day!

-Shreya

P.S. Can we get this to 350 reads?? That would be awesome sauce. :)