Troyler One Shots

So Far Away

idk about this one so sorry if it sucks

luh you pickles

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- TYLER -

My heart feels numb as I smooth my hand over the empty spot in the bed next to me.

I convince myself that he's still here, lying next to me and pretending to be sleeping so we can spend the day in bed. That his warm body is curled around me and his delectable lips are still pressed against my skin. 

Mornings hurt the most.

He makes his ways into my dreams, and when I wake up with bitter pains in my heart, I remember that I've only made it through half of the day. I never dare to roll over in the bed because no matter how far away he is, it'll always be his side of the bed.

And I swear I can smell him on my sheets even though I just washed them.

And I swear I can see his clothes thrown over my chair even though I just cleaned the apartment.

And I swear I can see him moving underneath my blankets even though I'm the only one here.

No matter how great the pain is in my heart, I know it doesn't even compare to the pain I would have if he weren't in my life.

So I stay quiet.

I stay quiet and manage the pain, because the pain of missing him is so much better than not having him at all.

In this case, the pain is worth it.

Then, I hear the one sound that stops the pain for even a second.

Hurriedly reaching for my laptop and immediately pressing the answer on the Skype, a broken smile finds its way to my lips when I see Troye lying in bed.

"Hey, Tilly," he smiles upon seeing my face.

I place the laptop on it's side, in Troye's spot in my bed, creating the illusion that he was actually lying next to me.

"I miss you," I croak, my voice filled with sadness.

His smile falls, and instantly I know that his smile was an act he put on for my behalf.

"I miss you too," he whispers, playing with the threads on his blanket.

He's trying not to cry.

Whenever he plays with his fingers, or his shirt, or basically does anything to distract himself, it's because he doesn't want to cry.

Me? I'm not that easy to distract.

The tears are already tumbling down my face before I can even think of a way to keep them in. I can't even mask the small sniffle that disrupts our comfortable silence.

Troye's eyes shift at the sound and when he sees me crying, his own eyes fill with tears.

"Please...d-don't start crying...," he pleads, his hand clutching at his shirt.

"I-I'm sorry...I just want you," I sob.

By now, both of us are crying, not daring to look at each other in fear of another wave of tears. We spend the rest of the Skype call professing our unwavering love for each other and how distance only makes our relationship stronger. 

"Distance can't break us, okay?" I say, wiping my eyes on my sweatshirt.

"No matter how far apart we are, you're always in my heart and that's all that matters," Troye tells me, sniffling again.

Soon, it's time for me to get ready for a meeting and we say our heart-wrenching goodbyes. After he hangs up, I bury my face in the pillow to try and block out the silence that floods the apartment. 

- TROYE -

I had planned on putting on an act of being devastated and sad, but once I saw his face I realized I wouldn't have to act. No matter how soon I'll see him, it'll never be soon enough.

I've been planning to surprise him for like two weeks, and just after I hung up, I hurried to grab my bags and head to the airport. 

After saying goodbye to my family in the airport, I wait in the long lines with the sole purpose to see my beautiful boyfriend. I listen to the audio library Tyler had made for me, smiling for the thousandth time as I hear his voice filling my ears.

"Hyelloh!!! Um...so this is Tyler....and I love you....and you're weird. Anyways, this is the first episode of 'I miss my perfect boyfriend Tyler, so I'm going to listen to him talk for about 10 hours. Parte uno. That means part one if you didn't get it since you didn't go to high school and basically are an uneducated human being."

I giggle, his sense of humour still cracking me up even though I've heard this audio library thousands of times.

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The flight had felt like it was 3 years long, but when I stepped into the Los Angeles airport and realized I was just a short drive away from Tyler, my heart fluttered with excitement. I found my uber parked near the end of the pick-up line and hurried towards it, instantly reciting Tyler's address as I slid into the backseat.

My legs were bouncing with jitters, and I watched as the familiar buildings passed and soon we had reached his apartment complex. I nervously paid the driver, my fingers shaking as I get out of the car with my bags.

When I reach his door, I have to take a deep breath to calm down. It all feels like a dream, that if I open this door he won't be there and I'll wake up thousands of miles away. The anticipation is eating me alive and I watch my hand move away from my body and knock on the door.

My eyes widen as I realize what I have just done and the time before the door opens has my heart beating faster. Tyler opens the door, his blonde hair a mess on top of his head and his body covered with slouchy clothes. He's messing with the rug on the floor, smoothing the corners with his feet before finally looking up off the floor.

When he does look up, confusion fills his face, closely followed by a look of surprise. It takes him a long 5 seconds to realize what was happening before he throws his arms around me with tears streaming down his face.

"Wh-what?" he chokes out, sobbing into my neck.

I wrap my arms around his waist, slowly walking us into his apartment. I close the door behind us and squeeze him to my body. He's standing on my feet, balancing on his tiptoes to stay connected to me.

"Y-you're actually here," he whispers, kissing my neck.

"What are y-you doing h-here?" he asks, clinging to me.

"I'm visiting you," I say, not wanting to waste our time together with stupid explanations.

He giggles into my shirt, his soft breaths tickling my neck. Our grip keeps loosening, and we continue to tighten our hold on each other, not willing to separate for even a second.

"Kiss me," he breathes, his eyes flickering between mine

I bring my hand to the back of his neck, pulling his face up to mine to connect our lips in a soft kiss. I try desperately to keep the kiss gentle, but Tyler's relentless effort has us passionately wrestling our lips together. As our lips move together, it's as if someone put the rest of the world on mute and the only thing existing is Tyler's lips on mine. The small things he does while we kiss are emphasized, and I memorize the way it feels to be with him. The way he stumbles back and forth on his tiptoes while pushing himself upwards to keep our lips connected, how his fingers play gently with the short hairs.

We begin pulling away and I take his bottom lip between my front teeth, softly grazing it before pulling completely away.

"I love you," I whisper, kissing his cheek.

"I love you too," he responds, hugging me closer to him.