Why Not? -Troyler AU

Chapter Twelve: Clean Up

*Tyler's POV*

Last night was amazing. I know I probably shouldn't be trying so hard with Troye, but I can't help it. I am absolutely head over heels with this little twink. Last night, seeing Troye in the moonlight, I couldn't help but "fall in love a little more." I hadn't actually planned on saying all those things when we went on our walk last night. Heck, I didn't even really know why I brought that blanket and stuff. It was all just spur of the moment stuff.

I had woken up pretty late in the day. I walked into my room, where Troye was sleeping, and noticed the bed was empty. Where the fuck would he be? I walked down the hallway into the kitchen and saw that familiar brown head of hair. As I walked around him to see what he was doing I was shocked to see him eating my jar of nutella. I should have known he liked that stuff. I didn't call him out on eating my food though, I simply sat down opposite of Troye and smiled.

"Good morning, TroyeBoy." I sang.

"Good morning, Tilly. Korey left about a half hour ago. I thought I'd let you sleep in. You looked so peaceful."

"You little creep." I winked.

"Shut up. At least I don't talk in my sleep."

"What are you talking about?" I looked at him quizzically.

"You kept saying something about a giant comb trying to attack your hair. You must have really weird dreams." I could hear the laugh breaking though Troye's voice as he thought about whatever I had said in my sleep.

His laugh became more visible as the blush that was starting to form spread across my face. I also realized that I was shirtless and my chest was probably turning red too. That thought just made it even worse and now all I wanted to do was go crawl back in bed, but then I realized who I was sitting across from and didn't care anymore.

Troye and I had to go to the movie set at 6 and when I looked at the clock it read 3, so we decided to go check on his apartment. I let Troye wear my clothes since he obviously hadn't brought any. I have to say, he looks pretty freaking cute in my clothes. I could definitely get used to seeing them on him.

As we went into his apartment you could see where the robber had come into the house. They had broken a vase that was setting on Troye's coffee table. There were papers thrown all over the floor. The apartment looked like a mess and as I looked over to Troye I could see him pulling his hair in frustration. The closer I looked the more I noticed that he was shaking. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him. When he turned around in my arms, I saw that he was crying. I didn't say anything, I just held him closer.

I softly shushed him as I rubbed calming circles on his back. I felt his breath beginning to even out and his body slowly stopped shaking. I gently let go of him and set off to clean his apartment up. Whenever he tried to help I simply told him to sit back down. I wanted to show him how much I really cared and wanted him to feel safe again.

"How about you stay at my place for a few more days? You don't need to be here with all this so just go pack a bag and meet me back here. Hannah is always at the studio early, so we'll head over there and chill with her, take your mind off it. Sound good?" I said reassuringly.

"Sounds great. That's Ty." Troye said, and for the first time since we got here, he smiled.

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A/N: SORRY ITS SHORT I HAVENT UPDATED IN FOREVER BUT I WILL AGAIN TOMORROW!

THIS IS DEDICATED TO sofiavlp BC SHES AMAZING AND ALWAYS COMMENTS/VOTES AND IM WRITING SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR HER.

Kay. Thanks. Dubai.

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