Trigger Warning.

Trigger Smell - Safety Net

"We can cuddle when we get home, I promise." I nod and he plants a kiss on my head before shutting the door as I buckle my seatbelt.

He gets in the drivers seat and starts the car as he's buckling himself in.

We pull out of the parking spot and as we leave the lot he grabs my hand in his.

He always knows what to do.

"Troye?"

"Yes, Tilly?"

"Can... will you sing to me?" He looks at me and smiles.

"You're lucky you're cute. What do you want me to sing?"

"Talk me down." He starts to sing and I relax at his voice, my eyes falling shut as I attempt to calm myself down.

I'm trying, desperately attempting to use his voice to drown out my visions.

It works for awhile but I can't fight it anymore, letting myself slip into a flashback.

Cameron and I were making out on the couch, my hands in his hair.

His hands found his way to my jeans and when he started to unbutton them, I broke the kiss.

"Not yet." I went to grab his hand but he wasn't moving.

"Come on, babe." He trailed his lips up my neck and I breathed out his name, confused if I should like it or not.

"Cam, I'm serious. I'm really not ready yet." His hands persisted, though, and he unzipped my jeans as he bit my neck.

"I'll make you feel good, though." He offered.

"And I believe you, I do. But I'm really not ready." He looked up at me and there was something... something devilish in his eyes that I couldn't quite get a grip on.

"You are." He insisted and I shook my head as he grabbed at me through my underwear.

"N-no." I stuttered out pathetically but it was too late and a part of me knew that.

His hands and his mouth didn't stop that night, seeming to never be satisfied despite my cries and pleas.

"Tilly?" When I snap out of it, Troye's next to me on the ground of our apartment's car park.

"T-Troye?"

"Baby, are you okay? You're shaking." He whispers as he grabs my hands that, in fact, are shaking wildly.

"I-I... I don't know..." I whisper honestly.

"What happened?" He inquired.

"W-why did he do it?" I break down again, sobbing against him.

"Hey hey, shh baby. It's okay. I'm here, I've got you." He sits on my lap and grabs my hands in his, knowing it helps to ground me. I fall into his chest as he shuts the car door and holds me tightly.

"I hate him!" I cry and he runs his fingers through my hair.

"I know, baby. I know." He whispers and kisses my head. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me.

"I love you s-so much." I mumble against his chest and he tilts my chin up so I'm looking at him.

"I love you too Tilly. I promise I'll never let anything bad to happen to you again." He whispers. "Do you wanna go in?" I nod and he gets out of the car and waits for me, holding his hand out to me.

"I-I'm sorry." I say as I get out of the car and he lightly presses me against the closed door of the car.

"Please stop apologizing." He whispers as he kisses along my jawline comfortingly.

"O-okay." I stutter at the soft kisses and he smiles with his teeth, kissing me.

"Lets go in." He hoists me up on his hips and I wrap my arms around him as I cuddle my head in the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

Soon, he's struggling to open the door with me on him and I hop down from him.

"Thanks Ty." He laughs as he finally twists the key in the lock and opens the door, pulling me inside with him.

"Can we cuddle?" I ask and he nods.

I trail behind him as we go into our bedroom, jumping onto the bed as he pulls off his shirt and follows suit.

His arms are immediately around me and I shut my eyes as I snuggle up to him.

"Thanks babe." He whispers and I look up at him, my eyes crinkling in confusion.

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For needing me the way you do. It makes me feel like I'm doing something right." I blush and look up at him.

"You are, Troye." He smiles and I lock my lips with his as he pulls the blanket over us.

It feels good to know I have him with me, no matter what.

He's my safety net and I wouldn't have it any other way.