25 Days of Troyler

December 17th

Tyler POV

"Troyler! Are you ready yet?" My mom called from downstairs. She had been referring to us by our ship name because she thought we were more or less one person then two individuals but I didn't mind. Troye was mine, and I wanted everyone to know it.

"Almost! We'll be down in 5." I called back to her as I smoothed the fabric of my sweater. It was our annual Christmas block party and my mother was instant that I bring Troye out to meet everyone. He didn't seem to mind but he's been in the bathroom for almost an hour now and I haven't heard a sound from him.

I made my way over to the door and gently knocked on it, the soft tap echoed through the silent room like I was knocking on hollow wood. I leaned my head against the door, trying to hear anything through the thick door but I made out nothing other than the occasional sigh and the sound of the hairspray can being used.

"Baby, are you okay?" I knocked again before I began to turn the knob which was conveniently unlocked.

"NO!" Troye shouted back as he quickly slammed the door even though I only had it opened slightly. "I look disgusting, you can't see me." He said in a less angry voice, now he almost sounded defeated.

"Just let me in Troye, I'm sure you don't look disgusting." Just as I said this the door opened slightly and I hesitated before walking into the room. As I pushed the door open just enough I could see Troye fixing himself in the mirror and he looked absolutely stunning.

His quiff was standing tall and swooped to the side effortlessly and the rich chocolate brown locks of hair contrasted his milky white skin that looked as if it was glowing. His cheeks were a slight rosy color and his lips were drawn into a tight line, almost in a scowl but he still looked breathtaking. His icy blue eyes had a look of determination and his eyebrow were furrowed as he adjusted the hem of his shirt.

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open at the sight of him, he was simply breathtaking. How someone who is this perfect could be insecure I don't understand because everything about him is simply flawless.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Troye said as he turned around to look at me. I almost forgot how to speak I was so transfixed on staring at him but I managed to find the words without seeming like a total idiot.

"You look....wow." It was all I could say, I had no words to describe him. He was indescribable, no words would ever do him justice. No words would ever be able to express the way I feel about him and how undeniably incredible he is.

"What if they don't like me?" He said in a sheepish voice, like all of the power had just been sucked out of him. He looked at the ground and his arms hung awkwardly at his sides while his fingers fidgeted and grasped onto anything they could to distract him.

"Is that why you're taking so long T?" I said, walking closer to him to comfort him but he just immediately shrunk back as far as he could against the sink. Instead of a verbal response he just nodded his head shyly.

"Troye don't worry about them. They're just my neighbors. They don't mean anything and they're obviously going to love you. But even if they don't just remember that I always will." I reached out and grabbed his hands and at first he flinched at the contact, but as soon as I tightened my grip around him, silently telling him I wouldn't ever stop loving him, he relaxed slightly.

After a few more encouraging words he was finally feeling better about himself, or at least he was acting like he was. We walked downstairs and saw my mom sitting on the couch in the living room near the door holding a tray of assorted cookies with red and green frosting.

"You two look amazing!" She practically squealed as she looked up and saw us walking into the living room. I snaked my arm around Troye's waist, bringing him closer to me just to have him close to me but also to comfort him.