Away for a month

Chapter 18

*authors note*
cannot believe the amount of views this sorry has. so pleased! thanks to everyone that has read and commented on it, even after me being crazy inactive with updates. I'll make no excuses, I'm really sorry. but I'm back now so let's see where this story takes me. not sure how long it'll be altogether or how many parts there are left to come. just planning on letting it flow and travel in the direction it takes itself. any suggestions then feel free to comment, love hearing people's ideas! thanks again everyone reading this, please feel free to share it and like etc. to get the word about again.

Troyes p.o.v.

I woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon being cooked and immediately felt ill. propping myself up with my pillows, I rubbed my eyes and allowed them to adjust to the light. the room was empty, the other bed was already made and both wardrobes were wide open. I stood up, drinking from a glass of water placed on my bedside table. I reached for my phone and threw on the tshirt I wore yesterday and some shorts. 2 texts and a missed call. all from zoë.

sent at 9:48am
24 minutes ago:

[TO: Troye Sivan

FROM: zoë 😛

Ty told me that you didn't feel so well last night. you know I won't pressure you into anything but I really think we should get you in with a doctor or someone. you know I just want what's best for you, troye. xx ]

sent at 9:51am
27 minutes ago:

[TO: Troye Sivan

FROM: zoë 😛

forgot to tell you that me and Alf are on our way down to the beach. Tyler said we probably won't see you later. whatever is best for you ok. see you tonight xx ]

I didn't reply. not because I wanted to ignore her, more because I had nothing to say to her.

at least those two were out of the house, that gives me and Tyler some time to ourselves at least this morning.

"Tyler?" I called out, opening up Twitter on my phone.

"I'm making us some breakfast," he replied from the kitchen.

I walked in, noticing how he had set the small kitchen table with cute placemats and a little vase with summer flowers in.

"this is cute," I smiled, gesturing to the table.

"whatever puts a smile on your face," he replied, walking over to me. he saw me briefly look over to the food being cooked, "oh don't worry about that, I've cooked loads but don't eat more more you can manage okay."

I nodded, reaching my arms out towards him. he stepped into my embrace and hugged me tightly.

I went to sit down at the table, watching the way he was dancing around the kitchen, humming and muttering to himself occasionally.

I checked on my Twitter account, amazed by the amount of troyler tweets I was receiving. I checked on Tyler's account, immediately realising why. last night when I was sleeping he had taken a photo of me and posted it. in the photo I was lay across his chest, my arms loosely around his waist and my head on his shoulder. we were both shirtless, with the covers pulled up just above my rib cage. he had cut his own face out, but his arm was delicately resting around the top of my back and his hand was placed gently on top of mine. he had left the caption blank, simply tagging me in it. I favourited it and smiled to myself, I really love him.

I looked up to see if he had seen me stalking his account and he hadn't. I took a photo of him, just as he was carrying the plates of food over to the table, making it clear he had cooked by leaving all the pots and pans visible in the background. he looked adorable in the photo, his face slightly flushed and his hair still fluffy from drying it. he was wearing shorts and one of my oversized old tshirts I bought to use as pyjamas. I looked down at the photo and smiled. loading up my Twitter I posted it, tagging him in it with the caption 'mine'. because really, I guess he was.