Chapter One

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by fanficprincess

by fanficprincess

Troye POV

The outfit Troye is wearing http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=138313422

I feel a jolt wake me up.

"Welcome to Michigan! Enjoy your stay or welcome home." the flight attendant says.

I rub my eyes as they adjust to the light. I am not very used to being up in the clouds for so long and the light is now burning my eyes. I take my headphones out of my ears and close my laptop. I must have fallen asleep watching YouTube videos. I have been a fan for so long and I am finally meeting the people who have given me a sense of security. In just moments I will meet the lavender-haired wonder, Tyler Oakley. He has really taken me under his wing this past year or so, and I can honestly say he is my best friend.

I stand up, fiixing my hair. My legs feel like jelly from sitting down for so long and pins and needles are in my feet. I wobble my way over to the exit, my laptop bag in tow.

The floor of the tunnel shakes under the pounding feet and rolling bags of passengers aiming for the doors and it makes me worried. I know it won't break because that isn't a very common thing to happen but my phobia of falling tells me otherwise.

Finally I step through the archway into the terminal, out of that horrible hell hole. I search for the purple quiff I have skyped with so many times, but no luck. I get out my phone and turn it on. I see a text from Tyler saying to meet him in the terminal but he isn't here. I respond asking him where, after sitting down in a chair.

'Look up.' was my only response.

I divert my eyes upward to see the boy standing over me.

"Tylah!" I stand up too quickly and we hit heads. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" I laugh.

He shakes his head and pulls me into a hug.

"Hey, Troye." he says into my neck.

"Hi." I smile, closing my eyes. My best friend in the entire world is here. With me. I don't think this high will ever leave.

I can feel myself melting into Tyler, his touch warming my small, cold body. His snow coat squishing against me, fruity scented hair fused with mine. It feels as if I have just found a part of myself I didn't know I lost: unexplainably happy, yet surprised at just how happy and warm I feel inside.

We hear someone clear their throat and turn around to find Tyler's mum, Jackie, standing there smiling at us.

"Mom, this is Troye Si- Mellet." he catches himself and giggles slightly.

Jackie has short red hair and silver-rimmed glasses with a smile that could make anyone else smile but in a total mum way. It was nice, I felt accepted for once standing there with Tyler and his mum. You can deffinetly see the resemblence in Tyler and Jackie but not so much with my family, I don't see it. Even though everyone always says they do, I never actually see it.

"Hi Troye!" she exclames, grabbing me oh so fast that I lose my composure and trip.

"You can call me Jackie." THIS WOMAN HUGS SO TIGHT.

"Mom! Mom! Poor Troye just got here and you are scaring him off again!" Tyler pulls her off me gently.

"I'm sorry, I just got so excited! So you are staying with us, Troye? Tyler said he prepared the guest room for you." I lift my latop case and we make the trek to the baggage claim.

"Thank you, Tylah." I smile trying to hide the slight dissapointment he didn't want me to be in his room with him.

As if he could read my mind, I feel a small squeeze around my hand. I look up into his blue eyes and see a smirk, something along the lines of keeping a secret, probably that I would be in his room. Not my own.