Tyler's POV

As I stand at one of the arrival gates at LAX I am so anxious to see Troye. I've stood back a bit from the crowd of awaiting friends and family so he'll be able to see me better. I check my phone. His flight landed 40 minutes ago so he should be out here any time now. I put my phone back in my pocket and look towards the automatic doors. I crane my neck trying to see over a very large woman's head. I turn slightly and I see him standing there at the edge of the crowd of people. Damn he looks good. His blue eyes meet mine and my face breaks into a massive grin. He's here. He's actually here, standing 20ft away from me.

It takes every ounce of restraint in my body to stop myself from running over and launching myself on him. Instead I open my arms and announce dramatically. "Come. Embrace me Troye Sivan." He's laughs. He remembers the first time I said that to him. The first time we met I thought he was so adorable. All nervous and red in the face. It was the sweetest thing. "Hey Tilly." He says. I pull him in for the hug and hold him tight. I don't want to let him go. I wonder if he'll think it's weird if we just stay in this position and shuffle sideways to the car.

Eventually I do let go. When I step back I am aware that I am shifting me weight from side to side. It's something I only do when I'm nervous. Should I tell him now? I don't want to spring it on him but as soon as we reach the car Zalfie will be here and for the rest of his trip there will almost always be someone else around.

I gulp. Oh god. "Um. Look Troye. I have something to tell you." I confess.

"Is everything okay?" Troye asks, his voice laced with concern. "Where's Zalfie? Are they alright?"

"They're fine, they're waiting in the car." I reassure him. It was Zoella's idea to tell him as soon as possible. That way I wouldn't talk myself out of it. " It's just I have to tell you this now because I want us to be alone when I say it even though technically Zalfie know everything I'm going to say. What I'm going to say I don't want it to change anything or ruin everything so promise me that everything will be the same as it always has been." Here goes nothing Tyler. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that-" I look up from my shoes into his eyes. "Is that I'm in love with you Troye Sivan." Troye looks shell-shocked. His mouth is wide open and he is just staring at me gaping like a goldfish.

"I have been for a long time. I know you don't feel the same way and that's fine. Completely fine. You're still one of my best friends so we can just leave it at that and I'll get over it. So yeah it's really no big deal. Just thought you ought to know. So yup." I rush. Oh god he's still staring at me. I do the only thing I can think of. I grab the handle of his suitcase and begin speed walking to the sanctuary of the car. I really don't think he'd bring it up in front of Zalfie.

I blink back tears as I walk. The image of him just standing there staring at me is burned in the back of my eyelids. Why did I tell him? Why did I have to ruin everything?

"Wait! What?!" I hear Troye exclaim as he catches up with me. "Did you just say what I think you just said!? How is that not a big deal!? I-"

I really don't want to hear this right now. "It's not a big deal because I'll get over it." I interrupt him. "I honestly don't know how I am going to but I will because when the day comes where you're an incredible superstar with an incredibly sexy boyfriend I will be happy for you. I will not be dying on the inside every time I see the two of you on television and I will not cry every night eating ice cream with my one direction cats. And I will be so thrilled for your success that I won't care that you've forgotten all about me." Damn I really didn't mean to say that! I walk away again pulling his suitcase behind me.

"Wait!" Troye screams after me. He wrenches the handle from my hand forcing me to stop. "Tyler I-"

"Just forget about it Troye!" I yell harshly.

The look on Troye's face is so strange. He looks almost angry.

"Forget about it? Forget about it!? Are you mad?!" He exclaims loudly. Um I might be? I think I should be tested because not many sane people confess their love to a person, steal their suitcase and walk away.

"How the bloody hell can I forget that the man I love just said that he loves me. How can I forget about it when every day for the past year and a half I've wished that you would like me the way I like you. Dreamed about the day I could actually kiss you and hold your hand. Do you really think that I'd ever forget about you?! How could I forget about the one man I love? How could I forget about my best friend? When every moment of my life seems to revolve around you and what you're up to. Whether you're interested in someone or suddenly going to elope and leave me all by myself. How could I forget when I have been trying to pluck up the courage to ask you out ever since I first met you and realized that you are a million times more incredible in person than in your videos? I didn't every think that was possible! How could I forget about the person who has always been there for me, through every bad hair day and through every hate comment?" Troye looks into my eyes and takes a step closer to me.

"How could I forget about you, Tilly? How could I ever forget about my happy little pill?" He asks softly

He loves me. He loves me. He just said that he loves me. I blink back tears but now they're a very different kind of tear. My face feels like it is a million degrees right now. He loves me. "You love me?" I ask quietly. Just to make sure I heard correctly.

"Of course I love you." He replies. "I've always loved you."

I grin at him. I feel on top of the world. I send up a silent thank you to Zalfie. "It looks like Zoe was right." I say. "She truly is never wrong when it comes to love."

Troye laughs a long happy laugh.

His beautiful eyes are looking into mine as he reaches down and cups his hand underneath my chin. He leans down and suddenly we are kissing. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, wanting less space between us. Our kisses are slow at first. I can't believe we are actually kissing each other but our lips move in synch perfectly, as if we have been kissing each other for years. His hand moves from my chin to the back of my neck as he leans in, deepening the kiss. Oh sweet Jesus he is a good kisser. I press my lips to his more urgently now, trying to take in this moment as I much as I can.

Much too soon Troye pulls away. I don't know how long we've been kissing for; minutes? Hours? I don't know and I care. It feels much too short.

Troye turns around and I am suddenly very aware of the audience we just had to our little moment. A crowd of people are standing there clapping and cheering. One man even wolf whistles. Troye turns to look at me. I give him a quick kiss on the lips and give a little wave to the crowd. They laugh and return to reuniting with their family and friends.

I grab Troyes hand and entwine our fingers. "So does this mean you'll be my boyfriend?" I ask half teasing, half completely serious.

Troye pouts. "I was just gonna say that."

"Too bad Troye Sivan. Does that mean that's a yes?" I ask.

"Hmm let me think about that.." He pretends to ponder. That cheeky little Twink.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. "Yes." he mumbles against my lips. My heart soars in my chest. "Good." I mummer as I hug him close.

"Oh by the way I love, love, love your song!" I gush.

"Thanks Tilly! And guess what, I love, love, love you." He says.

I laugh and give him a small kiss. "That's really cheesy boo." I tease.

He shrugs. "I know. Sorry." He says, not looking sorry at all.

This time as I lean in to give him a kiss, he captures my lips with his and the two of us share a sweet, tender kiss. I smile against his lips. My cheeks hurt from smiling, I can now kiss him whenever I want and I can hug him against me just because. I am completely and incandescently happy.