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Chapter 4

The next day passes in a blur.
After an long meeting I head over to the studio and start recording songs that I wrote but nothing seems right. They are telling story's of how I felt. But since that call with Tyler my own feelings confuse me.
I take a break thinking of something else to sing about. But Tilly is right I wear my heart on my sleeve. I can't think of something else. "I think I need some time to rewrite the lyrics." I tell Ryan, the guy of the studio. He just knows that I don't feel right about the lyrics which I just wrote one week ago. "We can stop here. Maybe tomorrow is a better day."
I just grin at him and mumble to myself "maybe I come up with some more fitting lyrics." He gives me a nuge and steps out of the controlling steat. Leaving me alone in the room. I crash into the chair were Ryan was just sitting burying my face in my hands. I would let go of my feeling the only way I know how: by singing about them. Right now it doesn't matter anymore if he finds out or if anyone suspect anything.
I lean over and grab a piece of paper and a pen. Before I can write one single word my phone starts to ring. I pull it out of my pocket surprise to see it Connor calling. "Yep" I answer the phone. "Hey Tro i just wanted to make sure that you are okay..." Connor says. "Sure Con why wouldn't it be." He pauses probably to think what to say next. "Because it's in the middle of the night and you're still not back in the hotel... So I just wondered." I sight. "Connor.... I'm not overworking myself if that's the reason why you call. I'm still in the studio trying to rewrite some lyrics." "Yeah I figured that..." He said slowly. "It was stupid from me to think that I could just show up in the lobby and you would bump into me.." "Wait what???" I yelled in my phone. "Did you just say that you are waiting in the lobby of the hotel I'm staying in??" "Yeah kinda.... " before he can finish his sentence I end the call jump up and run out of the studio. The elevator is so ridiculously slow that I think I could run fast the 20 stairs that to wait in the elevator. When I finally reach the ground floor I almost run over Phil. "Troye why are you still here?" He asks. "I'm not... I'm just leaving see you tomorrow." I yell while I run towards the door and step out of the building. My hotel is 10 minutes of walking away. I think one moment of taking a taxi but decide that I can run faster that the taxi is driving though the crowed city. So I start running. I'm not athletic. Everybody knows that about me. I'm just a little twink. But when I have a goal to run to I can run pretty fast. The streets a full of people but it doesn't matter if their a giving me death stares or yell stuff like y a"idiot" or "what the hell?" after me. I'm running fast. Five minutes later I can see the hotel waiting for me at the end of the street. I stop running. Breathing heavy. This is it. I take one last breath and then run the last 20 meters towards the hotel.
I storm inside of the hotel. I stop in the middle of the lobby. There in a dark conner sits a boy with blond hair his green eyes almost closed, half asleep. I stand there in the lobby probably look like a total idiot. Heavyly breathing, red cheeks and just stare at him. He slowly sits up "Troye?" He asks. Unable to speak I just nod and close the last meters of distance between us. He just manage to stand up before I crush into him and hug him tightly.He hugs me back. And all my fears of the last hour vanish.