I Turned Him? A Troye Sivan Fan-Fic *Completed*

What did you call her?

*Tyler'a POV*
I woke up to the light seeping in through the curtains. I looked over to my left. Troye was gone. I got a little worried, but decided he probably just got up for breakfast. I stood up from the warm embrace of the blankets and trudged out to the bathroom. I had made it to the door and was about to turn the knob when I heard,
"I want to tell you you're beautiful and call you mine."
That was Troye's voice. I slung the door open and saw Troye on the floor with Dreu in his arms.
"What the hell is this?!" I exploded.
"I thought I told you I didn't want you to take Troye away from me!" I pointed at the teen.
"Tyler," Troye tried.
"No Troye. I told this whore that you were mine and I wanted her to back off."
"Tyler! Don't say that. This poor girl is an emotional wreck and you're not helping."
"I don't give a shit whether I'm helping or not. I told her to back off and here she is being the little slut she is-"
"What did you call her?"
I turned around at the sound of Alfie's voice.
"I- uh- I"
"You called my sister a slut." And with that I felt a huge impact on the side of my face. I heard my jaw crack and seriously thought he broke it.
"Get out."
"Wha-"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He yelled.
I turned around to walk away.
"Wait." I heard a very soft voice say.

*Dreu's POV*
"Wait." I started. I really don't know where I'm going to go with this but I don't want Tyler to be left in London with no where to go.
"He's right. I'm a," I paused. "Slut. A whore." I winced at my own words.
"No Dreu," Troye put his fingers under my chin and made me look at him.
"You're not. You're perfect, and beautiful. You're not a slut or a whore or anything this douche bag could call you." Troye was looking at me and pulled me onto his lap after I scooted away from him.
Tyler had turned around and left, hanging his head in shame. Aflie looked down at Troye and I, in the bathroom floor. Me in his lap, nuzzling my face in his neck, and him with his arms tightly around my body, kissing my hair.
"What's this?" He asked, gesturing to our little huddle.
"Alfie, I uh, I like your, I like your sister. A lot." Troye stuttered. I blushed and wanted to sink deeper and deeper into Troye's arms so I wouldn't be able to see Alfie's face.