Troyler One Shots

Truth or Dare

"Let's play truth or dare!" Zoe exclaimed excitedly. I really liked her when she was like this. I mean, I always liked her, but especially when it was past midnight when she was together with all of our friends and things were starting to get interesting.

"I'm in.", I stated.

Zoe flashed me a thankful glare. "Me too", "Yeah, why not", "I am the KING of Dares guys, be warned". I was glad that Marcus, Louise and Caspar joined in too. Joe just nodded along though it was clear he was already drifting away and he wouldn't be awake for another 5 minutes. Only two people in the room hadn't yet answered. Alfie (well, since Zoe had the idea it was pretty clear he would be playing) and Tyler.

Tyler, who wouldn't talk to me ever since I told him that I loved him. Tyler, who seemed to not care when I was leaving his appartement with tears in my eyes. Tyler, who I hated so much for the way he was behaving like I had proposed to him or something and acting all strange around me even though it had been months ago.

"You chickening, Oakley?", I asked kind of provocative, raising my eyebrow and trying to stare him down.

He didn't look back, instead just lifting his shoulders and sitting down in the circle, probably intentionally on the place where he was as far away from me as possible. Asshole.

"Ok, so, we're gonna allow everyone to chicken out one time, guys. Use that one wisely.", Zoe winked at us, letting us know that there would be more than just one time where we would like to chicken out. "I'm going to start.", she stated and spun the bottle that Alfie just grabbed for her. The top was pointing towards Caspar. "So, dearest King... I dare you to call room service and tell them you couldn't find any condoms in your desk and you would like them to bring some up.", Zoe smiled wide, seeming very proud of her idea. I personally wasn't really interested.

The only interesting thing going on was the face Tyler was making, acting like everything was okay, noticing my stare but not bothering to look back, just like he wasn't talking to me anymore. Heaven knows I wasn't the one not wanting to be friends after all this dramatic stuff. Actually, nothing would have been dramatic if he didn't act like he did. Like an utter dick, just ignoring me like that. Anger began floating through me as everyone else was laughing at Caspar who just made a fool out of himself because of his dare. Tyler laughed too. I hated this so much. Why was I here again?

Caspar grabbed the bottle, and it landed on Tyler. My heart skipped a beat. Oh right. I was here, because I stupidly got my hopes up that hanging out with everyone would bring me closer to him again. Though it didn't. All it did was making me angrier and angrier and still I couldn't help but trying to be around him.

"Truth or Dare, Tyler?". Tyler took a sip from his drink. "Dare." Caspar started to say something, but stopped before anything came out of his mouth. He looked at me. I had old him everything about that night when I told Tyler. He was one of my best friends, he knew everything.

"I dare you to look at Troye.", he said.

I would have been shocked, I would have said something about that being a stupid dare. Maybe I would have. But Tyler didn't even give me a chance.

"Chicken", he said, without even considering it for a second. He was so sure of it, so cold, so ignorant to my feelings.

At any other time I would be in my room already, either crying myself to sleep or trying to drink away my problems, not bothering with the price of everything inside the minibar, but it was too late, or early for that. And you shouldn't forget I was an actor. I could do this.

Everyone seemed to look at me or Tyler, shocked, confused, or sorry, but I ignored all of them.

"Well then just spin the bottle, would you?"

And he did. He hestitaded, but he did eventually. I tried to black everything out just then. I was thinking about leaving, but just as I wanted to do so, the bottle "picked" me. Though I didn't even listen to anything anyone was saying, I just said "Chicken.", and spun the stupid thing again. After this, I would leave.

First, I didn't pay attention to the group anymore, or to who fate had chosen this time. But when everyone seemed to hold their breaths all at once, I looked up again.

Tyler looked at me, the bottle between us.

His eyes locked with mine, and I could feel fireworks going off, butterflies exploding in my stomach and sparks flying through the room.

But then I realized that this wasn't the time for this to happen. He didn't want to look at me earlier? He didn't want to talk to me anymore?  He didn't want to be friends anymore, he didn't like me in that way? Fine, I didn't care, I really didn't.

He chickened once already, right? Payback time.

"Kiss me."

An awkward moment of silence followed. The others were trying to hide their discomfort in the whole situation, realizing this wasn't funny, that this was personal, and surely it wasn't meant romantically. This was just to make him as angry as I was, to make him feel, to make him react again.

He looked at the ground, while I continued to look at him, knowing I had my death glare on, showing all my anger, frustration and also my hurt feelings, but only if you would look closer. When he lifted his head again, he looked just the same. His eyes looked so angry. But there was something more. You could see him wanting to kiss me just as bad as I wanted to kiss him, the lust being displayed on his face, in his eyes, his whole body told me that he wanted me.

I only realized we both had stood up when we met in the middle of the circle, both grabbing the other anywhere, holding him close, not allowing him to escape.

Determined to share this kiss, our lips met angrily, hungry and passionate after one last glance at each others eyes.

Without doubt, this was the best kiss I would ever share with anyone. The fireworks were back, stronger than ever before, when our lips moved against each other, and our hands moving up and down the others body, trying to get closer. When our lips met, we both moaned and we were fighting for dominance.

I won.

Pushing him back, I waited for him to finally reach the wall, but instead we just fell on the sofa, me being not as badass as I would've wished. Now lined up against each other completely, we proceeded to kiss, in the back of our minds noticing that the others were leaving us alone in this moment.

I wasn't even feeling that sorry for them, I finally had my moment, I had Tyler right where I wanted him to be. Beneath me, a complete mess, moaning and trying to get closer to me although that wasn't even possible anymore at this point.

Our lips slowed down, and emotions started slipping into the kiss, into our movements.

Finally we parted, both needing to breath. I looked at him.

His eyes, his smile, his lips, his hair, his everything. Just him. I loved him so much.

"I hate you so much, Tilly.", I said.

He stared at me, his confidence and determination making me shiver. With a controlled and dead serious voice, he said:

"I love you, Troye."

A/N

OKAY I HAVE NO IDEA; THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFICTION THINGY I'VE EVER DONE

I am sorry if it's horrible, please help me to make it better if you have any ideas? Constructive Criticism, please.

If you are reading this, I love you to pieces and I hope you're having a fabulous day and I am also sorry if my English is a little bit weird sometimes, it's not my maternal Language. Please don't be ashamed to correct me from time to time. Eww, I think my neighbours dog just threw up. Anyways, thank you for reading, maybe commenting? Although I doubt anyone's going to read this, if you are: YOU ARE DAMN CUTE HONEY