It's ok not to be ok (Troyler)

Chapter Two

Tyler's POV

I receive a text from Troye while sitting on the short wall of his front garden. I roll my eyes after reading it and decide to listen and use the spare key I have to enter his house.
I head straight to the kitchen and open the fridge.
Nothing takes my interest so I shut the door sighing to myself. Either this boy is a very obsessive about his kitchen cleanness or he gets a takeaway every night on his own because I can never find anything good to eat here.
Damn his metabolism.

I walk to the bottom of the stairs.
"Hurry up Troye boy! I miss youuu" I sing knowing he'd be cutely stressing over his quiff game or something.
I plop myself on his couch and scroll through tumblr on my phone.

~10 minutes later~

I look up from my phone hearing the patting footsteps from Troye running down the stairs.
"Morning sunshine" I say teasingly
"Morning Ty" he looks grumpy for a second before shuffling over and leaning over hugging me
I pull him over the back of the couch onto me and the now not so neatly placed cushions.
He doesn't even bother getting up he lays flay against me.
"Are you really that tired?" I ask chuckling
He nods slightly
"Hey don't fall asleep"
He doesn't seem to be listening
"C'mon we could at least watch a movie and try find some snacks" I suggest
He looks up at me
"What movie?" He asks
"How about a Spud marathon" I smirk after saying it waiting for a reaction
I hear and feel him groan in protest
"Ty I don't wanna stare at myself on a screen"
"Pleaassseeee" I beg him because I'm obsessed with the Spud movies especially because I can stare at his face without seeming creepy..
He mumbles still not giving in
"Please big daddy" I almost fall into a fit of laughter seeing him look up with wide eyes as a dark blush shades his cheeks.