*Please listen to the song when you read this!*
Tyler's POV:
"Tyler, you are crazy if you deny you like him. Stop worrying so much, I know you think he will be just like Evan-"
"Don't even mention his name! He is dead to me. Got it?" I respond with venom laced in my voice, Troye is nothing like Evan… I hope.
"Dang it Tyler, stop doing this to yourself and don't you dare speak to Connor like that," Ricky says defensively. They make me sick; don't get me wrong I'm happy for them but they are a constant reminder of what I lost.
"Tyler, I'm only going to say this once, so pay attention. First thing you need to do is pull your head out of your butt and stop feeling sorry for yourself. So what that you walked in on Evan doing it with a girl? It has been three months, you've got to move on. We are worried about you, you haven't even realized what you are about to lose. He is at the airport waiting, you have ten minutes. Decide," Connor tells me with such confidence and courage in his voice.
"Ten minutes?" They share a look of sympathy before Ricky answers, "ten minutes until you lose the perfect boy for you forever."
"Troye… You two think I'm good enough for the innocent, perfect, little Troye. I'm not, trust me. I will never be good enough for him and don't you think it hurts? It hurts to know that the one you are so deeply in love with will never have those feelings for you!" I stop in shock. I love him. I love Troye. What?
"Nothing is stopping you, except yourself. Go get him," Connor says as Ricky hands me his car keys and his sacred phone that he cherishes more then Connor.
"What do I do? What do I say? What if he hates me? I can't do this," I say sitting back down in the booth at my favorite local cafe.
"What's your name?" Ricky asks me with a serious look.
"Tyler." He just gives me a look that says don't be stupid just say it. "I'm the Tyler fucking Oakley."
"Don't forget you are the Tyler Oakley, go get him. Eight minutes," Ricky says with a slight smirk. I grab my black north face coat and run to the door. Before leaving, I look back at them to see them getting lost in each others eyes.
"Hey, lovebirds before you start making out," they both look up at me with slight anger in their eyes for calling them out, "I owe you big time and thanks." Before they can respond I dart out the door and race to Ricky's car. The cold air hurts my lungs with each breath I take. Without adjusting the seat or mirrors, I turn the car on and throw it into drive. I pull out of the small parking lot and drive like a man on crack to the one and only airport near my house.
The airport is a mad house full of people in a rush to get back home in time for Christmas. The car screeches impossibly loud as I slam on the brakes in a parking spot. My legs take over and I sprint to the sliding doors that separate me from him. I stop quickly and begin scanning the sign looking for his flight. All flights have the cancelled sign out beside the destination, except the one flying to Perth, Australia.
"Shit." I mutter as I sprint to the loading dock for flight 1904. My legs ache from running, my heart is racing and trying to keep up with my legs, my lungs scream in pain from the cold air, and my head is spinning with 'what ifs.'
"Flight 1904 will begin boarding, first class may board now." The lady says into the mic as I round the corner and begin to hope he didn't buy a first class ticket. After scanning the crowd waiting to board I couldn't see him.
"Oh God," I say as I realize he is already on the plane. My heart makes my legs sprint past security towards the actual plane, while my brain is thinking of what will happen when they catch me. Pushing past the other people in the walk way, I see him get in the plane. Without a moments hesitation, I race after him. People are staring at me as I walk towards him. He looks like he has aged thirty years, his shoulders sag, he has bags under his eyes, and his quiff is non-existent.
"Troye…" I whisper, afraid the sound of my voice would scare him away. He slowly looks up and sees me. One single tear falls from his big, blue eyes.
"I know what you said… But, I can't stay away. We could work, something is pulling us together. I don't know if it is youtube or chemicals or what, but I could really care less. Everyone keeps telling me that I have screws missing, only when I'm missing you. The distance, your age, their opinions, I don't care what they think. Not anymore. I still see you in my future and I just hope that when you see me I'm not see through. Cause Troye… I love you." All the air leaves my lungs when I say the last part. I just keep looking into his eyes hoping for an emotion besides confusion and hatred, but his eyes hide all his emotions behind tears. We stand there for what feels like an eternity and my heart is shattering into tiny pieces the longer he remains silent. Tears form in my eyes and I let them fall. Slowly I look away from him and walk towards the exit where the guard stands in shock. I lose all feeling in my arms and legs, he doesn't love me back. How could he, I'm trash.
"I love you, too." I turn back around and run into his open arms, pulling him tight into my chest. Slowly he looks down at me, I hate our height differences and how I'm so short. Our eyes connect, I feel myself getting lost in his eyes that I once called a deep rich brown. I close the distance between our lips and my lips mold to his while my heart melts. He is the missing piece to my puzzle, the one that I can spend the rest of my life with.
"I'm so sorry for being such an overreacting queen," I mummer into his shoulder.
"Oh, how the mighty fall in love," says the security guard behind us, as the crowd starts clapping.
Author's Note:
New story, it's also done caust this story was for my creative writing course. So yeah! I'll be updating frequently, too. Enjoy and please leave me coments and feedback.
