Meant To Be - A Troyler fanfic

chapter 8

* Tyler's pov *

Troye's been acting weird all day. He's still talking and sorta joking about, but it's almost as though he's inconspicuously avoiding me.

But why would he do that? I mean we're besties,  and he knows that he can trust me with anything. What if he... knows? What if he's figured out that I like him?

But how could he know? It definitely isn't obvious, it's practically unnoticeable!  But, as a horrible sick feeling snaked up my body, like poison unravelling through my chest, I realised that it was the only answer,  the only thing that made sense.

Everyone was gathered at Ihop for lunch, I excused myself from the table to go to the bathroom, I needed an escape, to be alone.

I tried to walk at a normal pace and with a natural pose,  but that only lasted till I was out of their perspective. I hurried to the bathroom, and pushed through the door,  almost running into some guy.

I rested against the sink, practically putting all of my body weight on my arms,  which were supporting me. My heart pounded, and my eyes stung with tears that threatened to fall- No Tyler. I will not cry here, if I cry they'll notice.

I tried to take deep, shaky breaths,  hoping to slow my heart rate, but on the second breath i could feel my throat closing, choking from the unshed tears. I couldn't stand it, the thought of Troye hating me, the realisation that my dream might just be my reality.

I slammed my fist into the ceramic sink that was keeping me standing. As drastic heat took over my body I  could feel my cheeks darkening with a flush of frustration.

I can't stand this. The guy I lovedpossibly hating me. Did I ...love... Troye? Of course i did. Great, this is just fucking perfect.

I raised my head and looked over my refelction. I was a red, sweaty mess. I splashed some cold water over my face, and I managed to look somewhat normal. I hadn't cried so at least my eyes weren't puffy.

I knew that if I didn't get out of here soon somebody would come check in on me, so I got my shit together and walked out of the bathroom with my hands in my pockets.

And sure enough I bumped into Alfie on the way out.

"Are you alright mate?"

"Of course!" and I shot him a grin for good measure, and proceeded towards my seat. The day passed pretty much on the same scale: Troye sort of but not really avoiding me, and me beating myself up and masking it over.

At the end of our day we made our way to our hotel rooms, and before we said our goodbyes I broke. All of these pent up emotions, fear and pain, I couldn't take it.

"I'm so sorry Troye, I didn't mean to I swear!"

Troye looked at me, confused, " what are you talking about? "

"The fact that you somehow found out that I like you a lot,  and now you're avoiding me and you hate me. But it just happened and I  couldn't stop my feelings from growing! But please I don't want this to come between us, you're my best friend and-"

Suddenly his lips came crashing down on mine, and once I recovered from the shock I gladly responded. I roped my hands around his neck, pulling him, as close as I dared, and he pulled me towards him as his arms looped adound my lower back.

Our lips moved like they'd been yearning to for months, and the passion I'd been holding back broke through and spilled into the lock of our lips, fueling the kiss and making it more desperate, passionate,  full of the lust we'd kept at bay for far too long.

I grazed Troye's lips with my teeth, and then gently nibbled on his soft lower lip, earning a small moan, which only encouraged me to go on- but Troye got there first.

I was slammed into the wall, our bodies pressed tightly against one another. Troye licked my bottom lip, begging for entrance,  and I willingly parted them, finally unafraid to unveil how much I'd been yearning for his touch.

As our lips moulded into one and our tongues met for the first time they immediately fell into an intricate and passionate dance, one that seemed rehearsed to perfection, and yet was the most natural thing in the world.

We pulled away after 15 minutes,  only because small breaths between kisses were insufficient, but we were still in a tight embrace.

I pulled away, only to look up at Troye, who mutterer;

"uhh..I'm gay.."

I was dying to laugh and say that I'd noticed,  but first I needed to rest my conscience.

"So..you don't hate me?"

At this he held my face in his hands and touched his forhead to mine,

"aw Tilly, I could never hate you"

A wide smile broke through my face and all of the negative emotions that I'd tucked away flooded my body, although this time they washed over as relief.

A clock at the end of the corridor alerted us that it was 2a.m, and so, with a last kiss, we went into our separate rooms and each drifted into a peaceful night of blissful dreams.

A/ N

Hey guys :) It's been a month,  I know. It was entrance exam month, and I tried to write,  but they were crappy, and I realised that I could only write one good chapter a week, which i dedicated to my collab fic (There's Always Another Way)

Anywho,  I hope you enjoyed the chapter! it was fun to write :D

Please comment/vote if you liked it, it means more than you know :)

Have a good week :)

-C