Lights, camera, troyler // not continuing

Chapter 1

TROYE'S P.O.V

"Hey, what's up you guys, it's Troye Siv... TYDE GET OUT!" I yell at my younger brother Tyde.

"Now i have to re-start, thanks a lot Tyde!" I said clearly sarcastically.

"Welcome" I heard in a tone that was semi-sarcastic while chuckling. He bugs me sometimes... Anyway

I turn back to my camera and re-start.

"Hey, what's up you guys, it's Troye Sivan. I have some big news that I'm super excited to share with you guys, get ready... I'M MOVING TO L.A!"

I almost yelled with excitement. I was ecstatic to move to America. I've been there before because that's where one of my best friends Connor Franta lives. However, I wanted to see more of it. I talked a bit more to the camera.

"So I'm excited for that, I get to see my best friend Connor all the time, and the rest of o2l. I am just inexplicably psyched for this"

I talked some more than ended the update video with the usual wink and "byeeee" that the fans loved for some reason. I was finished filming. I packed up my filming equipment and pulled out my laptop. I'll check my social media before editing...

"Shit" I quietly muttered to myself, when I finally realised that I'd spent 10 tumblr minutes, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning. I shut my laptop slightly more aggressive than I intended, but I really needed some sleep. I leave for L.A tomorrow.

I guess I'll have to edit it on the plane...

I then let sleep take over as my breath steadied.

TYLER'S P.O.V

It's 11am right now and I leave L.A for England to see my friends tomorrow. I still needed to pack. I go to my closet and pick out a weeks worth of cute outfits, even though I'm only staying for 4 days. What can I slay? Fashion is important.

I put the clothes into my large suitcase and head over to my lounge room. I need a nice quiet day and some laptop time alone. I log on to twitter, tumblr, youtube and instagram. I first check my twitter and see the usual. Mainly fans talking about my most recent video. I decide to go onto my instagram now. I look through my feed, nothing too interesting... God, can't someone entertain me?

I go onto youtube now and go through my suggestions. I see this one video called 'what I do at 3am' by this guy Troye Sivan. I click the video and the cutest guy I've ever seen starts talking with his amazing australian accent. Who is this precious little twink-bottom?

"Oh tyler, you're so dreamy!"

I hear from my laptop. It immediately pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked at the screen and saw a clip of me and jacksgap (aka jack and finn harries). Why would this twink be attracted to someone like me? I'm... Me, gross.

I start watching more of this Troye Sivan guy and find out that he's first off hilarious, creative and strikingly attractive. I now go to tumblr and see if Troye has an account. Surely, he does. I start to scroll down his tumblr page. It's so funny! I reblog a few things and decide to stalk this boy elsewhere. I go back onto twitter and instagram, I followed him there aswell. I go though his instagram pictures and Damn is this boy cute as all hell. I checked the time only to notice that I've spent hours stalking the same person. It's now 7pm... 7PM!! How do I spent that long stalking somebody?

"STOP IT TYLER! He's probably straight. Stop getting hung up on straight guys!" I yell at myself because I'm home alone. I always do this to myself.

I go over to my bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I stare for a while pointing out my flaws. I go into the drawer under the sink and open my special locked box where I keep my blades. I shakily put the blade to my wrist.

"I'm ugly"

I push it in a bit and glide across my forearm until I see a red liquid drip out of my skin.

"I'm worthless" The second cut.

"I will never get a boy like Troye" The third cut.

I feel guilty and bad about myself, but I also feel a sense of relief knowing that I'm alive and have healthy blood running through my veins.

I quickly grab some gauze and rubbing alchohal to clean my fresh cuts over hundreds of old ones. It's become my escape route... I always feel happier after I do it.

When I finished cleaning my cuts, I go to my bedroom unwillingly and let myself fall onto my bed smiling about how amazing Troye is...

I lay there a while until my body finally decides to put me into a suspension of consiousness.

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A/N

Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it!

Btw I'm canadian so I might spell things a bit different than you.

First fanfic, so it's probs not great rn, bear with me

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