Trip to France - Troyler

Truths and Kisses (Ch 26)

Troye's POV
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"ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LIKE ME BACK!"

Stunned silence, broken only by Tyler's sobbing.

"Tyler?" I walk over to him. "Tilly? Don't cry. Please don't cry." I engulf him in a hug, and he clutches the back of my shirt tightly like he's afraid I'll leave.

"D-don't go," he sobs. "I'm s-sorry. Forget I s-said anything."

"But Tyler," I take a deep breath. It's time to tell him. He just told me that he like likes me, so what have I got to lose? "What if I don't want to forgot what you just said?"

"W-what?" Tyler stops crying and pulls away from the hug, so that he's facing me but his arms are still draped around my neck. "What do you mea-"

But I cut him off the only way I can think of.

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Tyler's POV
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"What do you mea-" before I can finish my sentence, Troye cuts me off in the best way imaginable - by kissing me.

The feel of his lips on mine is perfect, and, as cliché as this sounds, I feel the famous 'fireworks' go off inside my stomach.

The kiss is passionate but not heated as he moves his lips in time with mine.

We pull back at the same time to breathe, before resuming our previous state.

The next time we pull away for air, Troye leans his forehead against mine. "Wow," he breathes heavily.

"Wow," I say as well, because that's what it is. Wow.

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and reconnect our lips.

I swear, I've never felt safer in my life.

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It's been half an hour since we kissed, and neither of us have said anything about it.

Things were just getting heated when there was a knock on the door.

Turned out it was Alfie, letting us know that he and Zoe were going for a walk incase we were wondering where they'd gone.

After that, Troye and I grabbed our laptops and started Tumblr time.

And now we're here in present time, and I have no idea what's going on between us.

I clear my throat. "Um, Troye?" I say nervously.

"Yes Tilly?" He looks at me almost innocently, and my heart melts.

"Uh- what's going on?" And at his blank look I quickly add. "Between us, I mean."

"Oh," Troye says. He blushes a deep red and takes a deep breath. "I guess- Tilly, will you be my boyfriend?"

This is it. He's finally asked me. Troye Sivan Mellet has asked me, Tyler Oakley, to be his boyfriend. Me. Of all the men in the world, he picked me!

I guess I take to long to answer, because when I look at Troye, his eyes are filled with tears.

"Troye?" I ask, concerned.

He starts shaking violently and tears stream down his face. I mentally curse. He's having a panic attack! Why, why, can't I do anything right?

"Troye! Calm down, calm down. It's okay, okay? Everything's alright. There's no need to panic," I say soothingly. I cuddle him tightly, but it's not working. He's still shaking, and his back isn't going up and down signalling that he's breathing. "Troye, you need to breathe!" Tears are running down my face now, but I wipe them away furiously. Now is no time to cry, Tyler.

I place my fingers under his chin and tilt his head so that he's looking at me.

I place my lips on his gently, and his breath hitches. That's all I needed - he's breathing again.

Slowly he begins to calm down.

When he's stopped panicking, I put the laptops on the floor and lay down on the bed. Troye curls up next to me and lays his head on my chest.

"Yes," I say simply.

"Yes what?" He asks confused, looking at me.

"Yes, TroyeSivan. I'll be your boyfriend."

He grins widely and I lean down slightly to kiss him.

Before long, Troye has fallen asleep, despite it only being 3:00pm.

I grin down at him, and pick my phone up from the bedside table.

I turn it onto front camera and take a picture of him sleeping on my chest. I upload it on Twitter, deciding that it doesn't give our relationship away, captioning it 'the little twink bottom has fallen asleep on me! @troyesivan'

The fangirls comments come streaming in at an alarming rate, but I could post a selfie with Troye's foot vaguely visible in the background and they'd still go apeshit - don't even ask me how they'd know if it's Troye's foot, but I don't doubt they would - so I'm not worried that they suspect anything.

This trip has gone from a nightmare to a daydream and I couldn't be more happy about it.

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A/N: so do you love me, or do you love me?

Sorry if the kissing scenes are bad, I've got ZERO kissing experience, aside from pecking (or whatever it's called. A peck on the lips. Idk.)

It's also 1:00am in the morning, so my writing is blah.

^ blah is a good word for describing things.

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Dubai!
Xx - JJ