The Story of Us: Troyler One Shots

Miss Missing You

Tyler’s POV:

        Hey, Troye-Boy!

        Helloooooo?

        Did I do something wrong?

        Why won’t you answer me?

        Troye?

        My feet keep walking from the kitchen to the bedroom, I’m pacing. Waiting for a response from my boyfriend for four months. His flight should’ve landed by now… What if something is wrong? It is probably nothing, I’m just miss missing him right now. He probably has tweeted or tumbled or snapchatted or posted a picture on instagram or texted SOMEBODY. 

        I spend the next three hours checking every social network site I could think of, even vine. But, no sign of Troye. I then texted all of his closest friends and when they all said no, I texted Tyde. No response from him, what is with these Mellet’s and not responding back. The darkness outside reminded me of the time, one in the morning. I might as well get some sleep, he will probably text me while I’m asleep. 

        “Beep! Beep! Beep! Screech!”

        “Stupid alarm clock,” I mutter into my pillow as my hand searches for the clock to shut it off. Finally I find it and turn it off. I sit up on my king size bed and grunt as I stretch before checking my phone. No messages, no phone calls, no tweets, no nothing. What the heck? This is so unlike Troye, he knows how bad I worry if he doesn’t text me or something. His flight should’ve landed twenty-three hours ago… No way he landed then slept for that long. I type in my password, the day Troye and I first kissed, and call the airport asking to buy a ticket for the next plane ride to Perth, Australia. 

        After giving my credit card information to the lady, I pack a quick bag in case something did happen. Most importantly I grab my phone charger and leave the house heading for the airport. My flight was supposed to leave at noon and I would be in Perth in about eighteen hours. This was going to be a LONG ride.

       •••

        Eighteen hours later and my plane successfully lands in Perth. Grabbing my carry on bag, I leave the airport and fetch a cab. I give the cab driver Troye’s parents house address and sit back in the seat and feel my jet lag starting to play a role in how tired I am. The driver drops me off and I hand the equivalent of twenty bucks. They speed off and I knock on the door, nobody answers. I just decide to sit on the front step and wait. Four hours later I see my beautiful twink bottom walking towards me.

        “Tyler!?” He half shouts in shock and happiness. 

        “I got worried, you didn’t text or anything…” I was embarrassed for how quickly I got scared of losing him. He gives me a quick hug before responding.

        “I’m so sorry Tilly, my phone got dropped in water. We were getting off the plane and some dude bumped into me, making me drop my phone. I just went and bought a new one. I was going to text you as soon as I could,” he tells me and shows me his new phone. 

        “You don’t have to be sorry, I’m sorry for overreacting.”

        “I think it is cute how protective you are of me. I love you Tyler Oakley,” he tells me with this incredible tooth filled smile.

        “I love you, too future Troye Oakley.” I quickly steal a kiss and run up to his room, only for him to follow behind me. He quickly slams the door shut, locks it, and takes off his shirt.