Polaroids - Troyler

Three - A Tree

Troye pulls the curtains open, hissing at the intensity of the sun today.

“I didn’t come here for blindness.” He pretends to cry, covering his face with his hands. I take advantage of his vulnerability and throw a pillow at his head.  

“Heeey,” He whines, and fake cries even harder. I scoff and roll my eyes, before creeping up behind him.

I throw my arms around his waist and cuddle him. “Shut up you wuss,” I say as lovingly as possible, nuzzling his ear with my nose before taking a dramatic turn and tackling him down onto the couch.

“You dick,” He laughs, his words muffled by our hysterical laughter as I roll over so that I’m next to him. “I can’t even see where you are to fight back; the sun is stuck in my eyes.”

“Oh no, that’s just my blinding beauty,” I smirk, and Troye mumbles something along the lines of ‘oh of course’.

“I think we should go outside today,” I state, running a hand through my hair. “This blue magic up here is on point today, and I can’t miss the opportunity to show off.”

Troye rolls his eyes before instinctively touching his hair too. It is dishevelled in all its morning wonder, and although it is off-point in every single way, Troye’s lazy hair has to be one of my favourite things about him.

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet,” Troye says after a short while of silence, promptly trudging to the bathroom.

“Find something cute to wear!”

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“If you brought your headphones I will literally shit on you,” I warn Troye as we step up to the edge of the sidewalk, the sun beating down on my back.

“I got the point that I wasn’t meant to, after you told me not to fifty times.”

“I had to be sure that your full attention would be on me.” I point to myself. A car zooms past, clearing the road in front of us. “Do I need to hold your hand so you can cross the road?” I coo condescendingly. He pushes my shoulder and I stumble backwards, and then stand up taller.

“Hey! No fighting next to the road. Now look, there’s another car. This is all your fault.” I fold my arms over my chest as the car zooms past and we step out with the same foot at the exact same time. I glare at him, but he makes his huge blue eyes look even bigger with a silent beg for forgiveness, and I can’t hold my serious expression for much longer. I instead opt to stick my tongue out at him, then point and laugh as he trips up the curb.

“I told you - you should have let me hold your hand, little Troye-boy.”

“Shut up.”

Ahead of us lies a quaint little park. There are tall trees at the entrance, so it’s kind of difficult to see in, but my previous visits have proven that for the most part, humans generally sojourn elsewhere.

We walk down the pebbled path, which is lined with tiny flowers that I refuse to label as the weeds science demands they are. A wooden bench lies a little further down the path, and Troye points to it.

“You lazy bitch,” I reprimand, unwilling to admit that I’m always up for sitting down.

As we sit, he puts his head on my shoulder and huffs. “I’m hot.”

“I know.”

“Ugh, you thirsty motherfucker. I meant that the sun is attacking me.”

I tut at him. “I told you not to wear a sweater.”

He pauses. “The shirt I was going to wear had a stain on it.”

I know a lot about Troye. I know that some days are worse than others in terms of his self-confidence, and today must be one of those days. See, with Troye, you can’t really tell when he’s feeling kinda down, unless you put him in the situation that is the source of his troubles. It’s an actor thing, I guess.

I kiss the top of his head, his unruly locks tickling my face. “I see that you still need to work on your confidence, Troye-boy,” I whisper. “If only you could always see what I see looking at you.”

He smiles, and moves closer to me, his eyes closed. “Thank you, Tilly.” He breathes in and out slowly, and I’m tempted to just let him fall asleep right there.

“Ty?” He mumbles.

“Yes?”

“What’s on my leg?”

I furrow my eyebrows and look down, and lock eyes with a grey squirrel. It holds my gaze for a few seconds before scurrying away, and I watch as its bushy tail bobs up and down as its tiny paws carry it far away.

It is then when I spot a rustling in a tree in my vision, and after a moment of staring, I realise that there is another squirrel in the branches, and this one hasn’t noticed me yet.

I pick up my Polaroid from next to me and place it onto my lap. “Sorry to ruin the TFIOS moment, but I need to try and get a picture of this squirrel.”

“Ugh, I don’t wanna move for your dumb camera,” he groans, after assessing the situation. “There was a squirrel on my leg?”

“Yeah. It was scared of me though.” I turn to look at him. “And my Polaroid is not dumb!”

“It must have been the hair that scared it away,” Troye says, lifting his head from me, allowing me to stand up. “It had probably never seen anything so vibrant.”

“Don’t come at me.”

Troye chuckles and stands up too, and the both of us creep towards the towering tree, the branches of which are succumbing to gravity and drooping closer and closer to the ground, threatening to make contact with the fresh grass.

I see the little grey squirrel’s tail bat a leaf as it climbs a bit further up the tree and I turn to Troye. “Don’t move a muscle.” I slowly bring the camera up to my eye, before pressing down on the button.

Troye flinches as the flash goes off, and I mumble a “shit” under my breath as I realise that I forgot to switch it off, and that the tree is shaking with movement.

The picture prints and I take it out, shaking it while searching the tree for the squirrel, who I definitely frightened away with my bright light and bright hair.

When the picture is finished, I enlist Troye to help me search that too, but neither of us can see the squirrel.

“It’s a good thing the tree is pretty,” Troye smiles sweetly, and I turn to look at him sassily, before he brings his hands up to cup his chin.

“How dare you be so fucking cute, Troye Sivan.”

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