It's called a breakup because it's broken

2: Tyler

I sighed contentedly and leaned back in my chair, a smile falling over my lips and my finished video sitting on the screen in front of me. This was a video that hadn't given me more problems than the usual one, with the sound not quite matching up to the picture and the jump cuts coming in slow, but I had finally ironed out all of the problems so that it was ready to upload for tomorrow.

Happily, I closed out of my editing software and opened up Skype, looking to see who all was online. I wasn't really expecting anyone to be, because if my calculations were correct, it was way early in the morning in Britain. To my surprise, Troye's icon was green, telling me that he actually was online.

As a reward to myself for finishing my video early, I Skype called him, exited to see his face again. We hadn't really talked much recently, with me being swamped with tours and other YouTube things and him being busy with his boyfriend Josh, but he was still my best friend, and every chance I got to talk to him I happily took.

The call just rang for a while, and just when I was beginning to think that maybe Troye had gone to sleep and just forgotten to log out of Skype, he picked up.

" Troye Siv- what's wrong?" Concern flooded my voice as I cut myself off, taking in his appearance. If the heavy black bags under his eyes weren't enough, his entire face was puffy from crying and he had a black eye forming. His skin was paler than it usually was, and his eyes... Well, they looked heartbroken.

Troye sniffled, obviously trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over.

"He... He b-broke up with m-me," he stuttered, voice thick with emotion. In that moment, I wished nothing more than to be by his side, helping him through this moment.

"Oh, my god, babe I'm so, so sorry! Okay, wait give me a second..." I paused and opened a new window, checking to see when the next flight to Australia was that I could take. "Okay, so all flights are booked solid until, like, Wednesday, will you be okay for two days?" Troye froze, wiping his eyes.

"Ty, you don't have to come," he sniffled. "Really, I'll be fine. It's just a breakup, and it's not like we hadn't broken up before. Really, I'll be fine."

"Oh, yeah, Troye, because you look totally fine right now," I snapped. "No, I'm flying over, and that's final. Look at yourself, Troye! This was obviously the hardest breakup you two have been through, and I hate that I can't be there by your side to make you feel better."

"But... But what about your videos and everything?"

"Babe, you're more important than my videos are to me. Right now, I think you need me more than my viewers do, and anyways, I can still post videos from Australia."

Troye sniffled one last time, letting a smile crawl it's way in to his face. "Thanks, Tilly," he whispered. We sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, both scrolling carelessly through Tumblr. I watched Troye's eyelids slowly began to droop before it hit me as to just how late it was in Australia. I giggled slightly and watched as his eyelids drooped shut. His eyes shot open as he heard my giggling, trying to make it seem like he wasn't almost asleep.

"Go to sleep, babe. You look exhausted."

"No,I'mnot," he mumbled, proving to me just how tired he actually was.

"Babe, you're literally falling asleep at your computer. Go to sleep."

"But then I can't talk to you any more..." He pouted, looking absolutely adorable. I couldn't wait until I was back by his side so when he did stuff like that I could force him to go to sleep and cuddle with him.

"Troye, you need to sleep," I said sternly. After knowing Troye for several years, I knew that after a breakup he never took good care of himself, especially not going to sleep. Most of the time after breakups, especially breakups with Josh, he was plagued with nightmares. It made me wonder sometimes, but Troye never wanted to talk about it, and I never wanted to push him into telling me something he didn't want to.

"Stay with me, Tilly," he whispered sleepily, and I smiled softly at him.

"Of course I will, Troye-boy."

"I'm so happy you're my friend," he whispered, and even though he was exhausted, his voice was heavy with emotion.

"I am too, babe. I am too." I whispered to his already sleeping form. Quietly, I kissed his forehead on my computer screen before setting my computer on my desk and plugging it in to make sure it didn't die. I didn't shut off the Skype call, though, choosing to keep it open so that whenever Troye woke up, he would have someone almost there with him. I was planning on staying home anyways, and even if I wasn't, I would gladly cancel all of my plans if it meant making Troye smile again.