It is 5:30 on the 5th of June. [Troye's birthday] - Tyler was stood in front of his bathroom mirror, arranging his lilac hair. After it was perfect, he carefully perched his flat cap, backwards, over the top and walked into the hall. He was getting ready to go out, he wanted to go shopping, and was going out early to avoid masses of fans. As much as he adored them, sometimes they were a little too noisy. He slipped on his Nike high tops, and was almost about to walk out of the door when Troye staggered over. "You should be asleep!" Tyler giggled, as Troye had sheet marks on his left cheek and his hair was sticking up at all angles. "So should you.." He mumbled, sloppily landing in Tyler's arms. They embraced for a while until Troye slowly fell asleep. Tyler carried him back to their bedroom, tucked the duvet over the top of him, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving the house. He trudged Walmart, collecting necessities, before walking to the line of clothes shops. He went into Top Man first, and bought a grey-blue top. It had rolled up sleeves, and he imagined Troye wearing it. "Damn.." He said out loud. This earned him sharp looks, and he quickly and awkwardly apologised. He then went into American Eagle and purchased 2 pairs of super skinny jeans. One was a deep black, the other a washed out denim colour, a little lighter than Troye's eyes. The last shop he ventured into was Hollister. It was 4 floors high, towering above all the other shops. He picked up a bottle of 'So Cal So Chill Cologne', another of 'Break Line Cologne', a 'Pearl Street Sweater', 'Sycamore Cove Hooded Sweater', a 'Reef Point Shirt' and last of all, a 'Dana Strands Hoodie Sweater'. "That'll be £400." The teen at the checkout drawled. Tyler did not hesitate to pull out his card, and typed his pin in with the same amount of confidence. Then, he made one last trip to the bakers down the road from his apartment. He picked up a three tier cake with the same washed out denim colour as the first top he bought. It had 'It me' printed over and over, in a swirly text. He thanked the bakers, with whom he had ordered it two weeks ago. When he entered the apartment, he took everything to the kitchen. At this point it was 8:45, so he knew Troye would still be sound asleep. He wrapped each present neatly in an opal like wrapping paper, tying a deep gold ribbon round each one. Then, he lit candles on the cake, and juggling both the presents and the cake, he made his way to the bedroom he shared with Troye. He opened it and said sassily "Happy Birthday, it me. Happy Birthday, it you. Happy Birthday, it us... Happy Birthday it you!" He stopped. Troye was no where to be seen. He placed the presents on the side of the bed that he had made, next to Troye's side. Then, he cleared his bedside table with one swift arm movement and carefully lowered the cake onto it. Then, he searched the apartment. Troye was not on the balcony, nor was he in the drawing room. He tried everywhere he could think of. He knew he was still in the apartment, as his shoes were standing by the door, like the night before. At last he tried the bathroom. It was locked. "Troye?" Tyler knocked on the door. "Are you in there?" He knocked twice over. Tyler heard a little gasp of breath, as if from pain. "Troye?" Tyler was panicked, he began to thrust his shoulder against the door, over and over. "Troye!" He kicked, punched, scratched and slapped the door. He was crying, screaming Troye's name. He sobbed into his hands, overwhelmed by his worry. He slumped down, back against the bathroom door. "Troye?" He whispered, his voice full of pure, unadulterated fear. Fear of losing the one person who meant the most. "Tyler.." Troye's voice seemed slurred, like he had just woken. Tyler imagined a picture of Troye, like he was before he left, with his hair sticking up at the front. He smiled, lowering his anxiety a little, before it returned fully. "Troye, open the door." Tyler spoke sternly, as if to a child who would not do as he was told. Troye slowly opened the door, head down, tear after silent tear rolling down his flushed cheeks. Tyler grabbed Troye and shook him once, before hugging him tightly. Troye whimpered, That was when Tyler noticed Troye's arms. They were red, crisscrossed with scars, new cuts on top, layer on layer. Tyler held Troye as he cried, Cried as if his heart would break.