Trip to France - Troyler

Almost-kisses and Club Notifications (Ch 21)

Troye's POV
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I wake up in a fairly good mood, curled up next to the body of another person.

Tyler.

"Morning Sleepy-Head," Tyler says.

I open my eyes to see him staring down at me, smiling.

I grin when I see him.

"Hey," I mumble.

I stretch, and roll over - right onto the floor.

"Ooww," I groan.

Tyler cracks up laughing.

"Oh yes, I'm fine, thanks for asking," I grumble, rubbing my sore bottom.

"S-sorry," Tyler gasps out, still laughing. "It's just - so- so f-funny!"

I crack a smile, and Tyler sits on the edge of the bed.

He reaches out his hand to help me up, and suddenly an evil idea pops up in my head.

I take his hand, but instead of letting him pull me up, and I pull him down.

He falls off the bed and lands on top of me.

This time, it's my turn to laugh.

"Fuck you," Tyler laughs with me.

"You wish," I wink at him.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changes.

Tyler looks me in eyes and I stare right back at him. His eyes are gorgeous. They're blue with tiny specks of green here and there. I swear, you could paint the world in Tyler's eye colour and everything would still be a different colour.

Slowly, my eyes move from his eyes to his lips, and then dart back up again. If I'm not mistaken, I think his did the same to me.

My breath hitches as he slowly leans down. I lean up, so that our lips are nearly touching.

Then, just as they're about to connect, a loud knock ruins the mood.

Tyler jumps off of me like he'd just been caught robbing a store.

"Um- you should answer that," I say, glad to hear my voice sounds somewhat normal.

He nods and moves to open the door.

I stare at the back of his head, disappointed that our almost-kiss was interrupted.

"Zoe," Tyler says as he opens the door.

I roll my eyes and sit back on the bed.

Zoe must have the worst timing in human history.

Zoe takes one look at Tyler, then behind him at me. "Have I interrupted something?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Tyler sighs. "How can we help you?"

"We're going to a club tonight. There'll be dancing and drunk people!" Zoe announces. "How 'bout it?"

(A/N: This is fiction and I can't be bothered to search up the legal age in France, so if Troye is underage, just ignore it please)

Oh great. A night out surrounded by drunk people. How fun. (Note sarcasm)

Zoe then adds, probably seeing the look on my face. "It's a notification, not an invitation. Cya!"

And before I can protest, she's gone.

Tyler faces me. "C'mon, it could be fun."

"Yeah, fun," I roll my eyes.

"Let's go have fun!" Tyler sings my song in a loud voice.