Troye's POV
Tonight was the night. The night I was going to sing the song. The song I found for him. Found for him on one of the nights following our horrible breakup 2 years ago. You might say "2 years Troye? Get over it!" But I just can't seem to. Believe me, I've tried. Every time I sing or hear the song, I cry. I cry a thousand tears that I shouldn't, for him. It's one of the reasons I'm nervous. I don't know what he's doing now. I haven't checked his channel. I hope he's doing better than me. He deserves it. I hope that now I will finally have some sort of closure. I was broken out of my thoughts by a soft knocking on the door.
"Troye?" My manager Emma peeked in. "Showtime bud. You're gonna do great, it'll be fine." She says, her voice laced with sympathy. I shoot her a shaky smile before getting up and heading to the stage. I put on a smile and run onstage as the lights dim as Dua's cue to get off stage and my cue to get on. As soon as the music starts blasting through the speakers the fans start screaming and I get in my zone. After the first song, Bite, is over, I talk to them.
"How are you guys tonight?" I get a bunch of screams in response and chuckle. "That's good. Well, I'm going to cover a song tonight after all my originals." I pause as more screaming starts. "The song is kind of a downer but there's a meaning behind it. I'll tell you all about that later; for now here's Cool." There's more screaming and the music starts.
--Time Skip to Troye's cover--
The fans burst into screams as I finish my last song Youth. Well, before the cover. I take a drink of water as they settle down before speaking up.
"So most of you probably know that those were all my songs. Which means now it's time for the cover." I'm sure they can hear the screams in Space. "So first of all this is actually a country song. I listened to it after a break up a couple of years ago that I still can't seem to get over." Lots of people in the crowd go "aww" and I smile sadly. "I hope that now that I finally have the guts to sing about this onstage that I can get over him. This is Better Man by Little Big Town." The fans start screaming, I guess they know the song. The music starts. I take a deep breath. I can do this. Then I start to sing.
I know,
I'm probably better off
On my own.
Than loving a man
Who didn't know what he had,
When he had it.
And I see,
The permanent damage
You did to me.
Never again,
I just wish
I could forget
When it was magic.
I wish it wasn't 4am.
Standing in the mirror,
Saying to myself
'You know you had to do it.'
I know the bravest thing I ever did
Was run.
Sometimes in the middle of the night
I can feel you again.
But I just
Miss you
And I just
Wish you were a better man.
And I know why
We had to say goodbye
Like the back of my hand.
And I just
Miss you
And I just
Wish you were a better man.
A better man.
I know,
I'm probably better off
All alone.
Than needing a man
Who could change his mind
At any given minute.
And it's always
On your terms.
I'm hanging on, every careless word.
Hoping it might
Turn sweet agin
Like it was in the beginning.
But your jealousy.
I can hear it now
You're talking
Down to me,
Like I'll always be around.
You push my love away
Like it's some kind of loaded gun.
But you never thought
I'd run.
Sometimes in the middle of the night
I can feel you again.
But I just
Miss you
And I just
Wish you were a better man.
And I know why
We had to say goodbye
Like the back of my hand.
And I just
Miss you
And I just
Wish you were a better man.
A better man.
A better man.
I hold onto this pride,
Because these days
It's all I have.
And I gave you my best
And we both know you can't say that.
You can't say that.
I wish you were a better man.
I wonder what we would've become.
If you were a better man,
We might still be in love.
If you were a better man.
You would've been the one,
If you were a better man.
Yeahhh
Sometimes in the middle of the night
I can feel you again.
And I just
Miss you
And I just
Wish you were a better man.
And I know why
We had to say goodbye
Like the back of my hand.
And I just
Miss you
And I just
Wish you were a better man.
A better man.
We might still be in love,
If you were a better man.
A better man.
As I trail off the ending of the song the crowd erupt into screams louder than I've ever heard before. I bring my hands up to wipe my moistened eyes, careful not to get any glitter on them, and the fans 'aww' again. I take a deep breath and smile.
"Thanks so much guys. I love you Los Angeles!"
As soon as I'm off the stage I run to my dressing room and let the tears fall freely. Oh well, it will make it easier to get the glitter off without my makeup artist. I can't believe I just did that. I take off my makeup and am just sitting on my couch in a now more comfy outfit, crying silently. Not full on sobbing, just letting the tears fall. Then there's a knock on my door.
"Come in." I say in a shaky voice, sitting up straight and wiping my eyes. It's my one of the security guards from the venue.
"Hello Troye. You okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. What's up?" I ask, rubbing my eyes a final time.
"It's just someone from the crowd that says he's met you. He has blue hair and glasses-"
"Send him in." My eyes widen in shock and my mouth goes dry.
"Okay, I'll go get him." I take the last thirty seconds I'm alone to try to wrap around my head that he was here. He heard me sing the song. He probably know it's about him. He's coming back to see-
"Hi Troye." My thoughts are interrupted by a voice.
His voice.
My eyes fill with water again and I clench them shut before turning around to face him, not bothering to try and cover my tear tracks or shaky voice.
"Tyler." I manage to croak out. "How've you been?" I ask quietly fumbling with the hem of my tshirt so I don't have to look him in the eyes.
He takes a deep breath "I've been okay. You?" I look in his eyes for the first time and immediately have to bury my face in my hands because the tears start again. "Troye I'm sorry. What I did those two years ago was stupid, and I can't believe I let you go because of it. Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life and I regret it every single day. And I can tell that you've taken it pretty hard." I sniffle, face still in my hands, falling onto the couch. I silently cry, my body shuddering with the tears. This hurts a lot more than I thought it would.
"T-t-Tyler. Tyler w-why ar-re y-you h-h-here?" I cry out loudly, uncovering my face.
Tyler sighed. "I knew I needed to apologize. So, when I saw you were coming to LA for a show, I knew I had to go. I had no idea you were going to sing that. It breaks me a little more every day, the fact that we don't talk and aren't together because of my stupid little mistake. I know how fragile you were when we dated, but I never ever thought that if we broke up, you would take it this hard." I feel the couch sink down and I know he's sitting next to me. "Troye I just wish there was some way I could make it up to you."
I can't wait any longer. I pull myself off the couch and into his body and pull his into a vise-like hug. I sob into his shoulder and feel him wrap his arms just as strongly around me. Soon I feel a wetness on my shoulder and neck too.
"Tyler." I say pulling back a couple of minutes later before wiping my eyes. "I forgive you. I don't have the strength to say no. I miss you. Please Tyler, come back to me.." I whisper the last sentence, losing my eyes tightly and preparing myself for the worst.
"I will." He whispers, and kisses me squarely on the lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and he grips my waist, kiss never ending. It's feels like I'm home.
Yeah, that's what this is.
Home.
I'm finally home after two long years.
So um yeah. Idk why I wrote this i just had my music on shuffle and this song came on and I was like oh my god sad troyler oneshot and boom here we are
See u next oneshot Snowflakes!!