Smile with your teeth, it's cute! (Troyler fanfic)

Chapter 5

TROYE'S P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing through the room. I rolled over to the beside table and groaned loudly as I silenced my noisy, vibrating phone. I glanced at the time. 7am!? Why on Earth did I set my alarm for 7am!? I don't have anything schedueled until 11am. I hate my tired self and his stupid decisions. Well, now i'm not going to be able to drift off back to sleep. I groaned even louder than before as I threw the blankets off of my nearly naked body, the only piece of clothing I have on being briefs.

I slipped out of bed and rubbed my eyes as I made my way to the bathroom, picking up a shirt and jeans on the way. I closed and locked the bathroom door while examining my tired state in the giant mirror. I quickly slipped on some clothes and ran gel through my hair. I hate flat hair Troye. While I was in the middle of fixing my quiff I heard my ring tone buzzing loudly and I sprinted to the bedside table where it lay.

"Incoming call from Unknown caller."

I clicked the green button and held my phone to my ear. I wonder who it is.

"Hello Troye Sivan."

My face instantly went from confused to ecstatic as I recoignsed the voice as the one and only Tyler Oakley.

"Hello."

"What are you doing?"

"I was just fixing my quiff."

"Quiff game strong, amirite?"

I giggled at his quiff joke but continued the conversation.

"What do you require from me Tyler Oakley?"

"Okay, first of all I need a nickname because I am not going to let you call me Tyler Oakley for the rest of my life."

"But you call me Troye Sivan," I pouted but then mentally slapped myself as I realised he can't see me.

"Because you're name is perfect and it flows. Plus you have to come up with something original."

"Okay. How 'bout Tilly?"

I heard him take a huge gasp of air then reply, "That's perfect!"

I laughed at his melodramatic reaction. I was pacing through my room when it struck me that he still hasn't given me a reason he called. "Why did you call me Tilly?"

"Because I want to see your beautiful face again. I wanna hang with my queen!" Did Tyler Oakley seriously just call me his queen? I silently fangirled and replied, "I would love to see you again, but there is only enough of my beauty to go around."

He cackled loudly then hummed. "Mmmmm, ok Troye. I'll come around to your room. We're in the same hotel right? What's your room number?" I told him my room number and we ended the call. As soon as I heard the familiar beep sound to signal he had hung up I rushed back to the bathroom to finish my master piece of a quiff. Then I sprinted around the room cleaning up any and every mess I could see. I don't want Tilly to think i'm a slob. 

10 minutes later I heard a loud knock on the door. I smirked and called out, "Who is it?" in a high pitched, grandma voice. I heard a familiar cackle then he replied, "It's your grandson!" in a high pitched, 5 year old boy voice. I laughed and swung the door open. I didn't know if we were at that part of a friendship that we could hug and it be comfortable. I want to hug him so bad. The question I just asked myself was answered almost instantly when I felt his arms hug me tightly around my waist and his head rest against my chest. We stayed there a bit before he looked up at me and stared into my eyes. Wow, he is so cute and adorable I could just- 

No Troye stop. You just met him in person yesterday. He doesn't even know you're gay. I wish I was like him. I wish I could just be so open about my sexuality without being so nervous all the time. When I told my family 2 years ago they were so supportive and caring so I don't know why I can't even tell my  friends. 

He released from our embrace and we made our way to the lounge. I sat down and he stood awkwardly waiting for approval to join me on the couch. I giggled then patted the spot next to me. He was quick to jump and make himself comfortable. Our gazes met and we stared at each other obviously both of us in our own worlds. It was a comfortable silence, it wasn't even close to awkward. 

"Tell me about yourself," He returned to Earth and smiled at my question. "I'm 22, turning 23 in two days. I'm a single gay man who grew up in Michigan with my Mother Jackie because I left my Father when he didn't support my sexuality." He watched me expectantly waiting for a response. "Am I invited to your birthday party?" I asked because I honestly didn't know how to reply. I feel bad for him of course. I would be shattered if my father didn't support me. 

"Of course! Last year my party lacked cute butts, But with you there I think it'll make the party much better. Plus I want you to meet my british friends. They are all so sweet," He explained. I've always wanted to meet the british gang. Some of them have tweeted me but we haven't really talked otherwise. The only british youtuber i'm friends with is Capsar Lee because we were both in the Spud movie. We are like long distance best friends. 

Then it hit me that he called my butt cute. I pushed him playfully and laughed. Is he flirting with me or is that just his nature? Man, even his personality is amazing! Why is Tyler Oakley such an amazing human being?

"Now it's your turn to tell me about you." I thought for a moment. What part of my life will I share with him? I'm obviously not going to tell him my sexuality but I really want to. I want to be open already!

"I'm 17 and i'm single. I have 1 sister and 2 brothers who are all equally annoying and I started YouTube in 2007."

He shook his head and smirked. "Sounds like you had a YouTube account when you were under the age of 13." He faked disappointment in me and I dramatically through my hand over my chest in fake offense. Then we both bursted into laughter and fell into each others arms.

We chatted for hours about Tumblr, food, our families, YouTube and birthdays. I picked my phone up off the bed and checked the time. It read 10:40am. I got to be at the arena in 20 minutes! I turned around and looked back at Tyler. "What time do your events start today?" He calmly replied, " I have a signing at 11am."

We decided we would catch a taxi together to the arena. We walked through the large doors with secruity guards around us making a pathway through the huge crowd of screaming fangirls. Tyler and I stuck close together as we walked through the large building. We came to a set of doors where we would have to seperate. I pouted slightly realising I would have to leave his side. He then wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my chest, "I had fun talking to you. We will hang out again later, I promise."

Then he let go and we both walked into our seperate doors. As soon as I walked through the door I was joined by a lady who led me through the dimly lit hallways to my meet and greet. She ran over the rules and what I had to do. Then she gestured towards a door and left me. I wonder how many people paid heaps of money just to see me. I started to take in the unfamiliar surroundings. I am so nervous. I shoved my hands into my pockets to stop them from shaking. I heard my fans outside the door chantly, "Troye Sivan! Troye Sivan!" 

I took a deep breath and walked through the door and to my booth. I was greeted by loud screams. Wow, this is awesome! I looked at the line up infront of my booth which was so long. This is unbelievable. That's at least 2500 people. 

Author's notes:

Literally, I don't know what i'm doing with my life atm. School is nearly over for the year and i've got no plans whats so ever. 2 of my best friends are in other state together so I can't hang with them and i've been getting shit from a girl in my class who i was friends with before but she used to say hurtful things to me then say sorry and say she didn't mean it. Then after the 3rd time I told her to get away from me because i'm not going to accept sorry this time and she cried her eyes out. Honestly tho, i feel alot better because she deserved it. Anyway enough boring you with my life. Byee

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