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

Chapter 8

TROYE'S P.O.V

I woke up the next morning feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. Telling Tyler I was gay really lifted weight off of my shoulders. Now that I think about it I dont know why I was so scared to tell Tyler. He is gay himself. I am just so glad that he comforted me and was there when I needed him, I guess he knows how to help because he had to go through the exact same thing when he was a teen.

I am so uncomfortable right now. Tyler's hotel room couch looks alot more comfortable than it is. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. With great difficulty, I slowly stood up and made my way to the huge king size bed. I sat on the end of the comfortable bed and watched Tyler sleep so peacefully. He is so cute and adorable. Wow, I just realised how stalkerish this is. Watching your best friend/YouTube idol sleep probably isn't the most sane thing to do. 

I suddenly had a burst of confidence and slipped into the bed next to Tyler. As soon as I got comfortable Tyler started stirring and I immediately regretted my decision. Tyler is going to wake up and be totally weirded out. Oh my god i'm so stupid!

Tyler groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He is so cute. He noticed me and immediately smiled. Okay, that's a different reaction then I expected. He doesn't seem to mind me being here and honestly, I don't mind either. I could lay here next to him forever. 

"Troye Sivan. I see you made yourself comfortable next to me in my bed."

"Well, the couch wasn't very comfy, to be honest."

"Awww, it's okay. I don't mind sleeping next to you, you twink," Then he giggled and softly fluttered his eyelashes. What the hell is a twink? 

"Twink? What the hell is that?" I asked. He just cackled loudly. I really feel sorry for his neighbours. Being woken up by a witch cackle would scare the shit out of me. The walls are so thin too. After he finished his laughter attack he grabbed his glasses off of the bedside table and placed them on his face. "It's like a young homosexual man. They are usually in late teens and early 20's."

I nodded slightly. "Great..." I mumbled sarcastically. The morning sun was shining through Tyler's window and reflecting off of his beautiful brown-blonde hair. Did I forget to mention that he is flat-haired Tyler at the moment which makes it even more beautiful?

His eyes suddenly widened and he quickly sat up. He started jumping up and down on the bed. "Tyler, what are you doing?" I asked. "I just realised something."

I shot up one eyebrow in confusion. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning when they walk out of their room and see the huge amount of presents under the Christmas tree. "What did you realise Tilly?"

"We are doing a Live Q&A together on stage today!" He practically screamed. He looked at me like it was obvious and I should've knew. Honestly, I haven't checked my time table yet. I know, I know, I'm just lazy, Okay?

'What time does it start?" I asked. I want to know because it takes me like 1 hour to shower, get changed style my quiff etc. and I need to manage my time so I'm not late. Looks are important to me, because I want to look great everyday. 

"2pm but i've got a meet and greet beforehand. I think it starts at 10am." Tyler then picked his phone up off of the bedside table and checked the time. "2 hours before the meet and greet starts," He confirmed. He nodded and placed his phone back down. "We should probably get out of bed then," I stated. I thought up of a system in my head. We get 1 hour each in the bathroom. That should give me enough time to get ready. Tyler groaned loudly and rolled over. He threw the blanket over his head. I jumped onto Tyler and laughed. "Tilly! Get up!" 

He started laughing and threw me off of him onto the other side of the bed. We both fell into fits of laughter. After we finished our little wrestling match I jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom. I decided I would be first in the bathroom. Tyler can rest for a little bit longer. 

I decided I am going to travel to the arena with Tyler then sit in the VIP room until our live Q&A starts. I might be able to meet more YouTubers, or I will just look incredibly lonely and lost.

I locked the bathroom door and decided the first thing I will do is have a shower. I took off my shirt and stared at myself in the mirror. Why am I so skinny? Honestly I'm really proud of how I look. It's just my weight that really makes me hate myself. I sighed quietly before slipping off the rest of my clothes and stepping in the shower. I turned the cold water on then the hot water. I must of turned the hot water tap a bit too much because before I know it, it's like lava pouring out of the shower head. I screamed, jumped back and slammed my head against the wall behind me. I rubbed my head and heard footsteps approaching the bathroom.

"Troye! You okay in there?!" Tyler screamed out. "Yeah!" I screamed back in reply. I then carefully reached for the hot water tap, trying not to touch the water and turned in down. I cautiously checked the temperature and hopped under the shower. 

After I was all clean I hopped out of the shower, dried my body and put on some new, clean clothes. I then tried to style my quiff but for some reason it just wasn't staying in the right position. Finally, realisation dawned on me. I need hair gel. I spotted a round, blue container sitting next to the sink. I picked it up and read the label.

"Smooth, fragranced hair gel."

I opened the container and started styling my quiff. I watched my image in the mirror as I was putting the final touches into my hair. As soon as I was  finished I walked out of the bathroom and called to Tyler saying that it is his turn. 

Tyler then walked into the bathroom, his hips were swaying side to side as he walked. He was carrying the clothes he was going to wear for the day. 

Just under an hour later Tyler had finished in the bathroom and we were on our way to the arena. We were now in the taxi, listening to One Direction on the radio. Tyler suddenly pulled a confused face and started smelling the air. Do I smell bad? I hope not. He started sniffing closer to me. He leaned closer and closer until his nose met my hair.

"Did you use my hair gel?" He questioned. I proudly nodded my head with a big smirk on my face.

He laughed, " Yea, sure troye. Of course you can use my hair gel. Thanks for asking by the way."

I giggled and replied, "I know you love me." He reached over and hugged me. His soft, clean hair was tickling my chin but I didn't mind. We released the embrace and realised we were out the front of the arena.

Author's notes:

Merry Christmas! Sorry this was a filler chapter and kinda boring. Interesting things are soon to come, i promise. I got a TRXYE jumper, "I cant stop watching youtubers" signed poster and phone case, and Connor Frantas "Internet kids never sleep" signed poster. This Christmas was amazing and I couldnt be happier! Thanks to everyone that reads my book. I know i'm not the best writer but meh. It's worth a shot right? Have a good Christmas and a Happy, safe new year!

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