He's Not Like Them- Troyler AU

Chapter 5- Leaving

A/N: I can't dedicate on here officially but this is dedicated to the TFIOSchick101 because she always comments and votes and she is fergalicious.
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Tyler's POV-
I wait until troye's breaths even and I know he is alseep to walk away. I wish I could say seeing those black eyes and hearing that growling voice when I peeked outside didn't scare me. I wish I could say Troye would never hurt me. But he was so lost in his own evil, something like I'd never see before... Just the thought leaves me shaky. I walk into the bathroom and catch my gaze in the mirror. I can see the worry in my eyes. I try to take a scalding shower to ease my mind off him but it only makes me think more. I get out and towel myself off and pull on sweatpants with a soft shirt. I lean against the sink and look down at my tapping fingers. I know Troye is hiding something. I kneel down on the floor and start rummaging through the cabinet. Among some shampoo bottles and body wash is an Altoids container. That's strange... I pull it out and open it up. Mixed in with a few mints are pills. Anexe pills. I feel tears pooling in my eyes. It hurts to know he found this stuff once when he was hurting and the powerful moments where the pain dissapeared were enough to have him crawling back. That's how all the addictions with stuff start. I wish I could say I didn't know that. I hear a faint knock on the door.
"Tilly?" Troye says softly.
"Yes, Troye," I respond and quickly replace the Altoids case where I found it.
"I-I need to get something from in there," Troye calls through the door. I open the door and let Troye in. He quickly grabs a prescription bottle from a shelf and pours two pills in his palm. He dry swallows them and sinks to the floor. His breath is shallow and his hands are trembling.
"Troye, are you having a panic attack?" I ask calmly, noticing the medication on the counter is for anxiety. Zoe has the same one.
Troye nods his head the slightest bit and runs his shaky fingers through his messy hair. I pick him up and carry him bridal style to his bed. I sit down and lean against his bed frame. He scoots over and rests his head on my chest, still shaking a little. I wrap my arms around him and whisper soothing things. I like the nice warmth that always radiates off him. It's weird because his skin is cold to the touch but the air around him is always warm, like it's charged up on his energy. I learned once that the strongest of angels have that effect on the air around them, like they always have an invisible Aruba of heat or cold or wind. Troye was definitely one of the strongest angles I'd ever seen to. I pull myself back out of my thoughts and look down at Troye with his eyes screwed shut.I know Zoe likes when I rub small circles in her back so I can try that for Troye. He makes a satisfying hum and snuggles closer. I continue the pattern until Troye is breathing normally and not shaking. He unwraps his wings from Around us and sits up.
"What time is it?" Troye asks, worry coming over him again.
I look at my phone, "Nearly eight."
"Shit," Troye mumbles. I'll never get used to his swearing. No other angel swears often at all and I hardly ever do and only to make a point.
Troye stands up and pulls on black pants, black shirt and black combat boots. As he is lacing up his boots he speaks up again.
"I have to go Tyler. Don't worry about me. I'll be back soon enough and please don't follow me or let anybody know I left," Troye says and stands up. He grabs something that catches the light for a split second before he stuffs it in his pocket and opens the door.
"Goodnight, Tilly," Troye whispers and closes the door softly.
I heave myself out of Troye's bed and into my own. I cacoon myself in blankets and try to sleep away the inevitable worry.
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Troye's POV-
I shut the door softly behind me and ready my wings to fly. I'm sorry to leave you Ty.
I fly fast and free. I really should have been an air angel with how much I love flying. They get to spend their days flying and learning air techniques. I'm still faster than the fastest air angel here and besides Tyler and I probably get along so well because our elements compliment each other. Light and fire. I mean the teachers say fire does not mix with any other element except fire. But there is no other fire at my school. In fact, there is maybe 30 fire angels at most... anywhere. So, the fire angels at least relatively close to each other meet up and practice with each other. We have to practice our strongest stuff we need to work on with each other. Anybody else would get hurt by our powers. We are stronger than any other element even if the teachers refuse to admit it. So, two other fire angels a few hours away each meet up every other wednesday and we practice on each other so we can grow and learn from each other. Even with the fire angels I still feel like somewhat of an outcast but at least not as much as at school. I mean all of them still only have grey wings, not black. I'm also the strongest in our group and I usually end up teaching instead of improving and practicing. But I don't mind at least I'm with people I relate to.
I lower myself down into the abandoned house we use to meet up at in the middle of the woods. I let my wings rest from the long flight and soon Carrie lowers herself in then Ray and Brandon join. I chat with Carrie until the last person, Mackenzie joins us. Once we are all here, we talk about what we want to work on then I show them a new trick that allows you to shoot fire like a flamethrower. By the time everyone has that skill perfected it is time for us to leave and get back home before sunrise. For some reasons the fires I work with don't fly as fast and tire quicker when the sun is out. I guess I do a little but barely. They all go off in their separate directions and I am left flying back alone. I let my hands glide over the air currents and I close my eyes. It's so peaceful up here. I arrive back at the academy near 3am. I have the shorter of some of the trips, never longer than 2 hours. I step inside our dorm silently and pull off my shoes. I look over at Tyler bundled up in a blanket and can't help but smirk. It makes me sad to know he will never like me. He is openly gay, but he doesn't know I'm gay. He would never like me anyway, I'm appalling. I sigh and settle into my own bed. I only get a few hours of sleep before Tyler is shaking me awake again. I get up and change out of the clothes I wore last night. I grumble when I see the ash stains I left on my sheets and angrily throw them in a dirty laundry basket. Tyler just gives me a sly look and returns back to his hair.
"What were you doing that got you so ashy?" Tyler asks, looking at me in his mirror from where he is styling his hair.
"I'll tell you later," I lie and go to the bathroom for my hair.
Tyler accepts that I guess because he doesn't say anything else until he pops into the bathroom and wraps his arms around my waist.
"Wanna go to breakfast?" Tyler says. I wish he would stop being so flirty because it makes me like him more but at the same time I don't want him to stop because I mean it's flirty Tyler. What's not to love.
"Uhh yeah," I say and swivel around to met his gaze. He hugs me tightly then and whispers into my chest.
"I'm glad you're back safe."
"Really it's nothing to worry about. We just don't want anybody raining on our parade, that's all."
"Ok, well let's go get some waffles!" Tyler says cheerfully, grabbing his bag and leading the way. I grab my books and trail after Tyler, locking the door after myself.
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