Tyler's POV

He walks back to my room to gather his stuff and I can't help but staring at his ass. Damn. I'm gonna miss that. I'm gonna miss him. Jeez.

I walk over to the counter and pour myself a cup of the coffee I had made earlier that morning. I should probably go and check on Troye. Make sure he's alright. I saunter back into my room. Troye's suitcase is a mess of clothes but there's no Troye to be found. I walk into my bathroom to find him fussing over his hair. "Really, Troye?" I ask. "You're going to the airport."

"I don't want to go looking like a complete slob!"

"You look perfect. Like always," I tell him.

"Really? You're ridiculous."

"I'm also your ride to the airport so hurry up."

Troye's POV

I finish my hair and then zip up my suitcase. "Tyler, I'm ready!" I'm going to miss him. Damn.

I walk out into the living room.

"Mmmk. Let's go." Tyler says.

I run up to him and kiss him on the cheek and run out the door. "Come on!" I yell.