Killer Husband

Chapter 1

Tyler's P.O.V
"Marcus it's not a big deal it was just a dream" I hissed quite loudly
"Just a dream, Tyler you were moaning his name in your sleep. That is worse than 'just a dream'. Marcus screamed.
"Come on Marky, I don't really love him" I pleaded. As soon as those words escaped out my perfectly shaped lips (hey I'm not ashamed) I realised they were the furthest thing from the truth. I knew that as soon as I laid my eyes on him he was the one. We had a strong relationship and we were going strong but then my past came back and hit me so hard I had no clue what to do.

When I was 22 the best relationship of my life came to a pause because my boyfriend at the time became really ill, it drained him, not just physically but emotionally as well. He told me it would be best if he moved back home so his parents could look after him and it would be best if we took a small break. Most people would think that your boyfriend moving back home wouldn't be that bad because they would presume you would live relatively close to each other but for us that was not the case. I had lived in America all my life, it was only recently that I had moved from Michigan to L.A. I started a new job and soon fell for my now ex-boyfriend, turns out he had also just moved to L.A but he hadn't previously lived in America he had lived in England.

Soon after he left I started noticing I was feeling really alone so I decided to take it upon myself and go out and have some fun. Apparently my idea of fun is going to the same gay bar every night with hopes that some beautiful guy will just pop up out of nowhere. After about 2 weeks of doing this I was starting to lose hope. It was a Friday night and I had only just started, I turned my head towards the entrance hoping that a cute guy would walk in, what I wasn't expecting was heaven itself to walk through the dark club doors. The guy who walked through was lanky but it suited his extraordinarily tall frame, he was wearing the tightest black jeans ever known to man kind and had a dark, navy blue button up shirt on, he was wearing plain black converse which just completed the outfit. While marvelling over his outfit I had completely neglected to even look at his face. My eyes slowly wandered up his gorgeous body and was met with deep pools of cerulean blue intently staring at me, watching my every move. I was captivated by the handsome strangers eyes and I was completely oblivious to the rest of the world. I glanced at his lips but quickly averted my gaze elsewhere because I didn't want to seem to creepy. I looked at his hair which was perfectly quiffed and was instantly jealous because no matter how hard I tried my quiff would never look like that. I shifted in my seat, slowly starting to feel uncomfortable with his intense stare boring into me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed he had started heading in my direction, he quickly reached my side due to his long legs, he offered an adorable smile. Up close I realised just how young he was, he couldn't have been any older than 21.

After a couple of hour, surprisingly, we hadn't actually had that much to drink. All we did was sit there and talk, we talked about anything and everything. I learned quite a lot about my new mystery man, I know his name is Troye with an e on the end, he absolutely loves nutella and he is a tumblr addict. There were so many other things we had in common and I was mind blown at how well we got along. We were talking like we had been best friends forever and that is what I loved about talking to Troye, Troye Sivan, the thing that was scaring me the most was that I had told this boy things I had never even told my mother and I consider her to be my bestfriend. This boy learned more about me in 2 hours than my mother had in my 22 years of life and I felt like he was my soulmate.

After a couple of months of hanging out 24 hours a day 7 days a week, I finally had the courage to ask the most beautiful boy in the world to be my boyfriend. His reaction was priceless, he sat in my lap, clutching onto my neck, burtying his head in my shoulder and just cried for about 3 hours. We were both so overwhelmed but I was the happiest I had ever been. I was so excited to marry my beautiful Troye one day and I was so overjoyed to eventually have a family with him. This boy was meant to be mine and I am never going to let him go.

It has been 1 year since I asked Troye to be my boyfriend and today, our anniversary, I was going to propose. I had decide I was going to propose to him at a local carnival because I remembered him saying he would always love it if his soulmate proposed to him on a Ferris wheel and that's what I was going to do. I was planning on taking him at night because he loved to gaze at the stars when he was really happy. It was currently 5:30pm and I was leaving to pick up Troye at 6. I was sitting on my L shaped couch scrolling through my tumblr feed when I heard a knock on my front door. I got up and looked through the peep hole but couldn't see anyone standing there, I was about to head back to the living room when I heard another knock. I opened the door and to say I was surprised was an understatement, I was absolutely gobsmacked and I couldn't believe what was happening. My life was going so well, I had finally found the boy I was destined to marry and then 'he' had to show up. "Marcus what are you doing here?" I whispered in shock. He just smiled at me and invited himself in. "Marcus get out of my apartment!" I hissed. "Tyler why do you want me to leave?" he asked sounding hurt. "I have found someone else, someone that I know I am meant to marry, there is no one else, he is the one. I'm sorry Marcus but whatever we had ended a long time ago" I said trying to sound as nice as possible. The anger I saw flash through his eyes was quick but it was still there. "Who?" he whispered in pain. "A guy I met at a bar 1 year ago today" I replied with pure admiration in my voice. "You're marrying some fag you met in a bar a year ago instead of me who you have known your whole life!" he screamed at me "I don't think so" he continued anger clear in his voice. "1) How dare you and 2) Excuse me? What do you mean you don't think I am marrying him instead of you?" I yelled the anger building up inside finally seeping through my calm composure. "I mean he can't make you as happy as I can, I am the one you want and need you just don't know it because I haven't been here!" he cried desperately trying to get through to me but it wasn't working. "I am marrying him wether you like it or not, in case you don't remember you are the one who suggested we 'take a break' in the first place so don't you dare blame this on me and don't you dare tell me who will make me happier because I know for sure that it was and never will be you!" I screamed in his face the urge to punch him rising in my chest. "You are going to do what I say and you are going to marry me!" he yelled forcefully shoving me into the wall. I didn't protest any longer and just accepted the fact that I may never get to be with my little Troye Boy ever again. I called Troye the next day and told him that I couldn't do it anymore and that we should break up. Hearing his heart wrenching sobs nearly made me cave and tell him exactly what happened the day before but I stopped myself because I knew what Marcus would do to me.

I woke up lathered in a thick coat of sweat. I blinked a couple of times gathering my unfamiliar surrounding and that's when I realised that I was in a luxurious 5 star hotel because tomorrow was my wedding day. I also realised during that dream that felt so real that I was marrying the wrong person.