Closeness (A Troyler Story)

Chapter 17: Clubbing

Quick A/N: Pretend laws don't exist okay I didn't think through troye's age and how he's not allowed to drink and stuff in America but whatever live with it.

TROYE'S P.O.V

After all the stuff I had to do today that involved plenty of screaming girls, despite my exhaustion, we thought it was a good night to go to a bar. Well, we, being everyone except for myself. Don't ask me why they thought it was a good time, though I think it may have something to do with half my friends being alcohol obsessed. Me, being the over-mature-for-my-age guy, I'm not planning on getting very drunk.

Now here I was, standing outside of the club- the music thudding through the outside of the building and upbeat bass shooting through my legs. "Come on, Troye!" Caspar yelled, dragging me in.

Right when I stepped foot in there I could barely hear a thing. My ears were instantly ringing and the heavy bass of the music overwhelming me.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to drink TroyeSivan?!" Caspar yelled over the music, just loud enough for it to be barely understandable.

"I think I'm good thanks!" I smiled and waved him off, only after hearing him saying something about me being 'super boring'.

I sat at a stool next to the bar. "Just a water thanks." I told the bar tender when he asked what I wanted to drink.

I noticed Tyler across the bar a few seats away from me, chugging down shots like his life depended on it. He is going to have a serious hangover when he wakes up tomorrow. I felt kinda bad that he didn't have someone to look after him in situations like this one. I mean, I've tried helping him, but he just keeps telling me that he doesn't need my help and that he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself- though he still wakes up with a hangover every time, and eventually I just gave up on trying.

I noticed a guy approaching me that I didn't really recognize. He was my height, but he had short blonde hair and was very pale. "Hey." He spoke up once he got to me, standing uncomfortably close.

"Hi." I answered chuckling slightly. "Can I help you?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could buy a pretty boy like you a drink." He slurred slightly, unsure if he was tipsy or actually just had a lisp.

"I really don't want to drink anything- I'm here with friends." I said giving a weak smile. I slid back on the stool a bit so I couldn't smell his alcohol-saturated breath, but he just moved closer.

"I don't see what your friends have to do with this, but you look like you would be a lot more fun if you were intoxicated, babe." The mystery man leaned into my ear gradually until he finished the end of his sentence in a whisper, centimetres away from my ear. He placed his hand on my thigh and backed away, though only enough for me to see a sinister smirk on his face.

"No, really. I don't drink." I stood up, pushing him back with my hands on his chest, him stumbling back slightly.

"Babe, come on. Just get a little alcohol in your system and we can have a lot of fun." He smirked wrapping his arms around my torso.

"Seriously! Stop!" I squirmed out of the blonde's reach and backed away. I'm starting to feel really uneasy.

"But you're gorgeous. I want you all to myself. I want to take you home and-"

"Can you seriously not take a fucking hint?" I heard a familiar voice behind me booming through my ears. "Leave him alone you asshole."

"Um, excuse me? Was I talking to you?" The blonde looked over my shoulder to respond as I turned around. I felt relief flood my entire body when I recognized the short man standing behind me.