Jillian POV
I book the first flight from LA to Perth, god I'm so excited, I've missed my little Tim-Tam so much, and now I get to spend the holidays with him.
The plane ride was terrible going from one side of the earth to the other, honestly, how can Troye do that.
I tried to sleep on the flight but I sat next to the spawn of satan. Sitting next to a eight year old all doped up on sugar does not make up for a pleasant flight. But it's all worth it for my Troye.
My flight has finally landed and I pick up my luggage from the belt, I just cannot wait to see Troye. Perth is beautiful, especially from the plane's view. I walk into the pick up area of the airport and I'm engulfed in limo drivers with cardboard signs and panicking people trying to get to their family or car.
Standing against a wall on the south-west area of the terminal I see Troye smiling with a large purple sign with his beautiful writing saying "My Love Jilly".
I squeak and sneak over to him. He spots me a few feet before I reach him and he puts down the sign opening his arms to hug me. I run up to him and he engulfs me in a hug picking me up and swinging me.
It was the whole cliché romance thing but I didn't mind.
"Jilly, oh god! I've missed you," he released his hug and grabbed my shoulders looking down into my eyes, "I'm so happy you're here," he giggled.
"I can't believe I'm here this is insane," I laugh.
He grabs my bags off the floor and we walk to his car. Troye put on his GaGa playlist and we sang our lungs out.
Ive missed this, after the whole 'me and Joey' fiasco, he was very distant for the rest of the event. Troye opens the car door for me, "Thank you," I giggle and he helps me carry my suitcases.
We walk up his driveway to his front door, it's a two story house with a warm yellow paneling, and beautifully manicured lawn. He unlocked the steel door swinging it into the house.
It was a gorgeous house, decorated to a ten. The soft grey walls were covered in family pictures and souvenirs from what I'm assuming family vacations.
"You're house is beautiful," I say in awe as he leads me from room to room. His living room displayed a couch, a love seat and an arm chair in a tan leather, a large rug laid across the hardwood floor. The warm chocolate coffee table was covered in magazines and a vase full of slightly wilting flowers.
His kitchen was large and open, a giant rectangular window shined the midday sun onto the baby blue walls. The granite counters and island were gorgeous and matched the cabinets. The conjoining dining room was also just as big as the kitchen. A large bamboo table with 6 chairs matching chairs centered the room, a few house plants were spread about, as well as a beautiful hanging chandelier. Brightly colored placemats were at each chair, and Jagga laid happily under the table. He jumped at me and licked my face when I first came into the house but now he was relaxed.
Troye showed me the upstairs which was compiled of 4 bedrooms, he told me there were two more in the basement.
I was staying in the guest room, I set my bags on the floor. It's was a pleasant lilac shade, with hardwood flooring. Black sheets and matching duvet, a small lamp that sat beside the bed on a table. A empty closet and dresser which a small fake plant sat on.
The last room Troye showed me was his own room, it was pretty large and just Troye. The walls were recently painted white, the duvet was a charcoal grey. It was messy but in a good way, his cameras, lighting equipment, and music equipment was sprawled around the room. He had pictures of him and his friends and family, all over the walls, and some souvenirs from all over the world, along with some old vinyl albums hanging from the wall. The record player sat in the corner of the room. If someone asked me to describe Troye's room without ever seeing it before, this is exactly what I'd picture it would look like.
Perfectly Troye.
