Trip to France - Troyler

Hangovers and Reminders (Ch 24)

Tyler's POV
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I wake up, bright light shining in my face. My head feels like a stampede of elephants are running through it while someone repeatedly smashes a hammer against my right temple. My back is stiff, and my glasses are digging into my nose painfully.

"Urgh," I groan. I am seriously hung over - how much did I drink last night?

I spend five minutes adjusting my eyes to the light, then take in my surroundings.

This doesn't look like the room I share with Troye... and why am I on the floor? Although, me being on the floor does answer my question of why my back is stiff.

I slowly sit up, the pounding in my head getting worse.

I see Connor's lying in a bed, and I realise that I'm in his room.

What happened last night?

I desperately try to remember what went on last night, but my head is in too much pain to concentrate on anything.

Advil I think to myself. I need Advil.

The door to the room swings open and I see Zoe standing in the door frame.

"Oh good, you're awake," she snaps coldly.

I wince at of her tone and how her voice level makes my head hurt even more.

She steps into the room, glaring at me. "Get up," she says somewhat rudely.

Oh God. What have I done? It obviously can't be good, because Zoe is angry with me and Zoe is never angry with me.

I stand slowly, and she marches out. "Let's leave Connor alone. I've got Advil back at my room. We need to talk."

I follow her to her and Alfie's room, surprised that I haven't passed out from the pain caused by my headache.

When we finally reach the room - after what felt like three years and was actually two minutes - she hands me some Advil, which I gratefully accept.

After taking the Advil, my head clears up enough for me to realise three things.

(1) I remember nothing from last night.

(2) Alfie isn't here - I don't know where he is, but he isn't here. And

(3) Zoe looks positively livid.

I rub my temples and sigh. "What did I do?"

"You don't remember, do you?" She says, not sounding all that surprised.

"Nope," I say.

"Do you have any idea?" She presses.

"Not a clue," I answer.

"What do you remember from last night?"

I think back. "The last thing I remember doing last night is going over to the bar with Troye and Connor, and Troye refusing to drink," I tell her honestly.

"Okay..." she recounts exactly what happened last night, in her point of view, from the moment we arrived until after she slapped me several times, yelled at me and went to find Alfie and Troye.

Including me making out with Connor.

"Oh God..." I groan, putting my head in my hands.

"Do you feel guilty?" She asks coldly.

"More than you think," I say.

"I think I have a pretty good idea-" she starts.

"No, you don't," I snap. "A few days ago, I told Troye I have a crush on Connor - which was obviously a lie. Don't ask why," I say when she opens her mouth to say something. "I'll explain." And so I tell her everything, from me telling Troye I was jealous because I 'had a crush on Connor' to me clearing things up and telling him I didn't, to everything that's happened in the past few days. I only leave out the part where Connor told us he's gay, because that's his business to tell, not mine. I tell her that even though Troye has no feelings for me, the reason he'll be upset is because he thinks I've lied to him. At this point she looks like she's about to say something, but shakes her head, before saying;

"Wow Tyler... you've messed up."

"I've fucked up so bad," I agree. "I know you're angry at me - you have every right to be, after the way I treated him - but what do I do? How do I fix this?"

She looks torn between giving me advice and making me figure it out myself. In the end she sighs, and says. "Listen Tyler, I'm angry at you, yes. But either way you're still my friend and I still care about you. We all make mistakes - some worse than others, but all the same, mistakes - and we all deserve second chances. It's also because Troye is practically my little brother and I don't like seeing him hurt, so I'm going to try and help you fix this. You both seem to thrive on this friendship of yours, and without the other, you two are like lost puppies. For now, I suggest you try talking to him. Like you said, he'll be hurt that you 'lied' to him," she takes a deep breath. "I can't tell you anymore, but I don't think you 'lying' to him is the only thing that hurt him last night. "

I look at her, confused, but she just shakes her head.

"Try talking to him first, and if that doesn't work then come back to me and we'll figure something out," she says.

I still have questions, but before I can open my mouth to speak, she says. "Why are you still here? Shoo! It's 1 in the afternoon - he should be awake."

I hastily exit the room and walk towards mine and Troye's.

What else did I do that hurt Troye?

I sigh.

This holiday was supposed to be fun - instead, it's turning out to be a nightmare.

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A/N: NO ONE IS READING THIS.

The only reason I'm continuing is bc I like writing it.

Sad :(

Xx - JJ