Smile with your teeth, it's cute! (Troyler fanfic)

Chapter 15

TYLER'S P.O.V

I open my eyes slowly before quickly closing them shut. I then try to open my eyes again, being cautious of the bright light shining through my window. I slowly open them and let them adjust. A sharp headache suddenly hits me and I groan loudly, placing my hand on my forehead. I sit up and look around the room for my phone. "Troye! Where's my phone?" I shout. I hear my voice echo through the room but no reply. I slowly throw the blankets off of my body. "Troye?" I call out again. No reply.

As I try to stand I feel like i'm about to vomit. I take one step at a time walking to the bathroom in only briefs. He has to be there. My head is still pounding and a rush of lightheadedness hits me. I trip over my own feet and my face collides with the ground in a fast, swift motion. The pounding in my head instantly becomes faster and more painful. "Troye..." I scream, more desperate now. I roll over onto my side and spot my phone, lying on the ground. Why is my phone on the ground? What happened last night?

I stretched my arm out to try and grab my phone. The more I move the more I feel like I am about to throw up. I can't reach it. Wow, I didn't think I would get to this point in my life. Lying on a hotel room floor, wearing nothing but briefs, trying to grab my phone and not remembering what I did last night. I sit up and try to shuffle closer to my phone. I feel pins and needles running through both of my feet and my hands.

I finally pick up my phone and turn it on. I start regretting turning on the phone as the bright screen stings my eyes. My head starts pounding ever harder and my eyes start to water. I turn down the brightness on my phone to the lowest it can go. Then I go to my messages. 

"Sawyer Hartman: Woahh dude! Last night was awesome! Can't wait for your birthday next year. The only problem is that I feel like i'm going to vomit up all my insides."

"Connie Frannie: Happy Birthday again Tyler! Had a fun night :)"

"Zoe Sugg: Tyler! Last night was fantastic. You left your shoes here though. If you're not too hungover maybe you can come and pick them up? :} xx"

"Zoe Sugg: Don't worry about picking up the shoes. Troye said he will come and get them :} xx"

Oh so that's where Troye is. I should probably put some clothes on. I stand up and already am exhausted. I get dizzy again and feel very nauseous. The next thing I know I am vomiting everywhere. I try to walk to the bathroom so I can throw up the remains of the alcohol in my body into the toilet but instead I trip over again and hit my head on the wall before falling into my vomit. 

It is at this exact moment that Troye barges through the door with my shoes in his hands. I feel the world spinning around me. I also feel my vomit all over my bare chest, legs, arms and face. Troye drops my shoes and runs over to me. "Tyler are you okay?" He yells, concern all through his voice. I open my mouth to answer him but no words come out. "Tyler? Can you hear me?" I nod my head slightly to let him know I'm not dieing or anything. "Ok. Good." He breathes a sigh of relief. "I thought you had hurt yourself really bad or something."

He helps me up and takes me back to the bed. I lay down and watch Troye close all the curtains. As soon as I regain my voice back I ask Troye the question i've been asking myself all morning. "What happened last night?" Troye turns around and looks at me. "Last night was your birthday party. Zoe and Alfie threw a huge surprise party at their hotel room with a bunch of people. You were all awake till at least 6am. You were drinking shot after shot after shot. You, Connor, Sawyer and Korey were probably the most drunk. At around 4am a secruity guard came and told you guys to quiet down. After the warning everyone just got louder and more drunk. Only Tanya and I were sober. Tanya left with Jim at around 5am so I was left with a bunch of drunk people. People were passing out and leaving the party after that until it was just Marcus, Niomi, Alfie, Zoe, you and me. Everyone was starting to get tired so I brought you back here and you feel asleep straight away."

I took in all the information Troye told me. Pictures of last night were flashing back in my mind. What a good night. The only problem is I've got the worst hangover ever. Troye walked over to me and placed his hand on my forehead. "Tyler, you have a huge bruise on your head." I lifted my hand up to my head and starting poking the bruise. I winced in pain. I must've got the bruise from when I hit my head on the wall. "I'll be back," Troye informed me before walking out of the room.

A few minutes later Troye walked back in with an ice pack and food. I sit up and he sits next to me, unpacking the box of deliciousness. He gives me a sandwich and a bottle of water. I am so thirsty oh my gosh! Honey, you've got no idea. While i'm eating my meal Troye is holding the ice pack to my bruise. "Better?" He asks. "Yes, Thank you."

"Where's your food?" I ask him. I feel bad eating infront of him when he doesn't have anything. "I care alot more about your health than mine, plus don't worry. I'm not hungry," He replies calmly. My cheeks flush a bright red. "Thanks Troye, for everything."

After I finish my meal Troye takes the rubbish it was packed in and throws it in the bin. Then he walks over to my suitcase. "Troye, what are you doing?" He starts rummaging through my suitcase. After a while he picks up my pyjamas. "Well, I would get you day clothes but it's 3pm and we probably aren't going anywhere," He explains. I blush as I realise i'm still only wearing briefs. Troye give me my pyjamas and I slip them on. He then sits next to me again. "Troye. You don't have to do all these things for me." I say. He is just being so nice. I don't deserve any of this. Troye looks at me. "I know I don't, but I want to. Because I care about you so much."

I smile and hug him. We stay in that position for a while before I start drifting to sleep. I want to be wrapped in Troye's arms everyday. It makes me feel so warm and safe. This boy makes momma feel things he has never felt before. I can't exactly pinpoint the emotion I feel though. He squeezes me hard and I rest my head on his shoulder. That's when it hits me.

I'm in love with this Australian boy.

Author's notes:

I have no idea what it is like to be drunk or hungover or anything like that. I tried my hardest to make it seem real but its hard when you've got no idea how to write it because you've never experienced it before, you know? Comment. Vote. Do whatever you want. Live your life however you want. Do amazing things and remember 'No glory in the process'. I love all you guys. Thank you for reading.

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