Yours Truly, Me (Troyler)

✉️Chapter 17✉️

Troye POV

As soon as I woke up, the events of last night come tumbling down on me like an avalanche.

Tyler, Tyler, Tyler.

He stayed with me.

Last night, Tyler must've been extremely unsettled when he realized I was crying, since I never really show my true emotions in the presence of others, and he knows that. Yet, he comforted me anyways. He gave me comforting words, he embraced me, he held me up when I could no longer support myself.

That's what got me, right there. I remember thinking, in the Florence airport, that his hug felt like that if I were to go limp or faint, he'd be able to hold me up without hesitation. Looks like I was right, after all.

I glance over at Tyler's sleeping face, just a few inches from mine, then reluctantly shimmy myself out of his arms to go get dressed.

Thirty minutes later, I leave the bathroom showered, in a sweater and long-sleeved shirt, thinking about the cold that bothered me yesterday, and a beanie. I'm not doing my hair at 6:45 in the morning.

A quick check through the house lets me know that Connor or still asleep, and Zoë stayed at Alfie's, at least according to the note I found in the kitchen:

Dear boys,

I decided to stay at Alfie's tonight. I'll be back sometime in the morning.

Help yourself to anything in the kitchen.

Love,

Zoë

I smile, both at Zoë's pretty and ornate writing, and thinking about what antics probably happened last night between Zalfie.

After a quick sweep through her cupboards, I find some bread and a jar of Nutella, with a note saying 'Just for you, Troye' on it. I grin, thanking Zoë for her thoughtful foresight, and spread the delicious substance on a couple slices of bread, just happy to be here in Brighton, even if I'm not really doing anything.

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I hate hummus.

Oh, I should probably update you on what's going on right now. Well, it's nighttime. About eight, I think. Connor woke up an hour after me, saying something about meeting up with the British guys. I volunteered to stay behind with Tyler, though it wasn't much of a sacrifice. He woke up three hours after Connor, we got lunch, then Tumblred pretty much all day until I remembered my promise to show him the Hummus Fic.

I began reading it aloud, with a huge grin on my face but a steady, not wavering voice, the content of this disturbing Troyler fic. Tyler's eyes are wide the whole time I'm reading, shouting "OH MY GOD NO," and "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" from time to time. I'm giggling while reading it, mainly because of his outbursts, and the fact that some 'innocent' fangirl actually made a fanfiction where Tyler uses hummus for lube.

I have vowed long ago to never eat hummus again. Shame, since I kind of liked it before.

"Jesus Christ... Fangirls... Are... Fucking insane!" Tyler says, pausing between breaths from witch cackling so much.

I close the laptop, then ask Tyler,"So, what do you want to do now? Zoë texted me earlier saying she met up with Connor and the others, so I don't think they'll be home for hours."

Tyler thanks for a moment, then apparently gets an idea. When Tyler thinks of something, he's eyes widen and brighten, a childlike smile grows on his face, and his eyebrows creep up his forehead. It's cute. "We could 'borrow' some of Zoë's wine, and do some old," clap, "fashioned," clap, "middle," clap, "school games!" he says, to the beat of his Q & Slay jingle.