Treat You Right (Troyler AU)

ch. 3 // bruises and scars

troyes POV
-present day-
cont.

"Connor? What are you doing?" I paused. Why was he with him?

Con shifted uncomfortably in his seat, probably thinking of a response.

"We..we're having coffee." Tyler spoke up. I looked down at the floor awkwardly, not wanting to make any eye contact.

"Troye, this is Tyler." Connor smirked. I stared at them in disbelief. He couldn't do this to me. I lifted my head up and glared at him.

"I know who the hell he is!" I spat, drawing attention to our table.

"Oh, you two have met before?" He said innocently. Tyler looked at me.. almost guilty, and with love. His eyes scanned my body, then stopped at my arm.

"Ye..yes." I sqeaked, avoiding tyler's sorrowful gaze.

"I fucking knew it." He scooted out from the booth and glared at Connor. "You did this Connor." He pointed at my arm. I rolled down my sleeves as if on cue and backed away. Connor didn't know about my bruises and cuts, and I wanted to keep it that way.

"Did what?" He questioned, sounding slightly concerened. More people stared at us.

I slowly backed away from them, running into a table, earning curses and gasps from strangers.

"Troye. Please. Come here." Tyler said with sympathy, waking closer to me. I shook my head and darted for the closest bathroom.

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Tyler's POV

Troye ran into the bathroom at the speed of light, hitting a few chairs on the way.

"Tyler what did you see?" Connor asked.

"Get away from me." I whimpered.
"I don't know you anymore..."

"Tyler please.." He groaned.

"I said, get away from me." And with that I spun on my heel and walked towards the bathroom.

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As I opened the door, I could hear faint cries from Troye. My heart aching at the sound.

I walked around the bathroom trying to find what stall he was in, when I realized he wasn't in one. I walked though the door to the gym bathroom connecting to the coffee shop. The crying became louder by each step.

There were wails and screams, along with my name echoing the tiled walls.

After a minute of searching I found him. Standing in shower, shirtless.

My eyes scanned his back, covered with scratches and bruises. I gasped. Slowly I inched foward and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped, then relaxed and continued sobbing. I spun his body around gently, taking in all the cuts, bruises, burns, and hickeys left all over his chest.

"Ti...tilly." He winced as I brought my hand over a bruise. Realizing what he said, his hand flew to his mouth. I could see the misery in his blue eyes, the tears pouring out.

"It's okay now troye, it's going to be fine." I hugged him close, his head nuzzling in my neck.