*Troye's POV*

I was starting to drift back into consciousness, much to my dismay. I really did not feel like getting up, not that that was unusual. My ribs ached and I still felt exhausted, but with each passing second sleep continued to evade me. It looked like I was going to have to get up, ugh. I let out a loud groan of displeasure, only to hear someone mimic it sarcastically. It wasn't until now that I noticed the weight on my chest and the heavy breathing. 

"Tyler." I groaned, groggily messing up his hair as punishment for making fun of me. He didn't seem to mind though, even going so far as to grab my hand and kiss it gently. When he let it go it fell back to my chest and I let out a loud yawn, slowly fumbling around for my phone. I grabbed it, getting blinded when I turned it on and the light attacked my eyes. That wasn't the worst part though, the numbers I seen on the screen were.

"Tyler! We slept the entire day! Why didn't you wake me up?" I scolded, rolling onto my side so I could see him. He looked a little angry I'd removed his pillow, but that quickly faded when our eyes locked. His lips turned up into a smile and he just shrugged, a slight blush cascading his cheeks.

"I figured we could both use it, neither of us have been getting enough lately."

"I know, but I leave tomorrow, why would you waste our last full day together?"

"Oh come on, don't stress over that. We have the rest of our lives together, I'm sure we can live with missing out on one day. Besides, the day's not even over yet." He added the last sentence with a smirk, like there was something more that he wasn't saying. My eyes widened, looking at him expectantly. 

"What?"

"Do you have something planned?" I urged, knowing he wasn't going to tell me unless I made it obvious. He loved anything that made me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

"Well, sort of. Are you hungry?" 

"Of course, why do you even bother asking at this point? Can we get pizza?" I asked excitedly, letting my head sink down against his chest. He just giggled, running a hand along my back.

"I mean, I was thinking something a little more classy, but if you wanna go to Pizza Hut for our first real date, then you do you." My cheeks flamed, realizing what he'd been getting at. We weren't just going out to dinner, it was a legitimate date. Why did my stomach still swirl at the thought of that? Why did I have a feeling those butterflies would never go away, no matter how long we were together? 

I nodded into Tyler's chest happily, too embarrassed to actually stutter out a reply. He just giggled knowingly, gently pushing me off his chest and hopping off the bed. I couldn't help it when a whine of protest escaped my parted lips, but he either didn't hear or didn't care because he continued padding toward the bedroom door undisturbed. I sat up, feeling disoriented as my head was still fogged with sleep.

"Get ready, Troye, I'm not showing up to the restaurant with a hobo." I just grunted in response, knowing he wasn't going to give me time to shower. Oh well, at least I'd had one last night. The door clicked shut behind him and I was left to drag myself out of bed on my own. I was beginning to have doubts I'd be able to only fifteen seconds later, when Tyler ducked his head back into the door.

"And wear something cute! I want first date selfies!" His voice was super enthusiastic and I couldn't help but grin back knowing I was the cause. It would never stop amazing me that I had any effect on him at all, positive or negative. He was just so relevant and I was just so... Not. He was an icon and I was just some scrawny Australian boy. I'd never tell him I thought that way though, I'd never hear the end of it from him. It may be hard to believe, but he really did care about me. He loved me.

Ugh, great, welcome back butterflies. I really had it bad, like some sort of schoolgirl infatuation. I wondered if it'd be like this forever. I'd probably still be a nervous wreck around him in thirty years. I smiled, my mind wandering to other aspects of what my life might be like in thirty years, even just ten years.

I looked up, finally returning to the conscious world. I hadn't really achieved anything, other wasting time and getting myself way too excited for events that weren't even ensured to happen. Tyler had long ago disappeared back through the door, and I was still sitting cross-legged on the bed. I sighed, knowing he'd be livid if he walked back in here and I hadn't even gotten out of bed. I flung my legs over the side of bed, reluctantly rising onto them. I groaned, the sore ache in my chest reminding me of the past week. I tried to ignore it though, instead focusing on lumbering over to the mirror. The hideous sight I was faced with then was even more painful. I looked like I'd been hit by a truck, and Tyler had seen this and he still wanted to go on a date with me. I rummaged through the mess of hair products Tyler and I had scattered all over the dresser, eventually locating the first in many steps it took to make my quiff game strong. I glanced back to the mirror. I definitely needed anything I could get today. 

After ten minutes wrestling with my hair, I knew it was pretty much useless to try. It didn't look nearly as bad, but it also didn't look quite as good as I'd like it to for our first date. I sighed, finally convincing myself to just abandon my hair and move on. Next up was clothes, which I had a feeling would be equally as disappointing seeing as all my clothes were dirty. I dug through the remainder of my suitcase, turning my nose up at every option. I was about to give up hope when I noticed the cute shirt hanging out of Tyler's suitcase. A wry smile spread across my face as I snatched it up. I knew he was possessive as hell over his clothes, but I was hoping he'd be a little more lenient with his boyfriend. I shoved the shirt on, ignoring the tingly feelings in my stomach when I referred to myself as his boyfriend. 

Just as I started to fumble with the buttons a noise filled the room. I immediately recognized it as a new Skype message and stumbled onto the bed, happy to see it was Zoe starting a conversation with me. She was asking how things were, a subtle way of asking how I was dealing with the whole being kidnapped thing. I quickly punched in a reply, some mushy gunk about how it was going good but I wouldn't be anywhere without Tyler. One thing turned to another and before I knew it we were into a full-on conversation gushing about our boyfriends, which was totally okay with me. I was constantly looking for people that'd listen to me gush about Tyler, well, other than Tyler himself.

The conversation still hadn't let up fifteen minutes later when a humming Tyler entered the room. I had never realized just how much he liked to hum before now, but it was extremely cute. One of the many cute things he did. He was still soaked, water droplets running down his chest as he hiked the towel up further on his waist. He started to turn toward me and I quickly darted my eyes back to the screen, not wanting him to see me practically eye-raping his body. It didn't work though, as I heard him snickering a moment later. I glanced up just in time to see him sink down onto the bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Hey." I mumbled awkwardly, giggling when he pressed his lips to my neck. Just as I stopped laughing my eyes fell on the screen, going wide. I scrambled to close the chat but he just grabbed my hands. I sighed, knowing this meant he had already seen it. It's not like it was a big deal, surely he knew I thought all these things, but it was a bit embarrassing being caught gushing to my friends about him. He didn't seem to think so though, his mouth immediately descending on my neck and sucking harshly. I gasped, trying to squirm away.

"Cut it out, this shirt won't cover any hickeys you give me!"

"So? Don't you want people to know you're mine? Oh and that's a very cute shirt by the way, mind telling me where you got it? I'd love one of my own." I ignored his sarcasm, just casually rolling my eyes and looking across the room stubbornly. 

"I particularly like the way you're wearing it, new trend?" I furrowed my brow, glancing down at the shirt. I turned crimson seeing I'd forgot to button it up in all my haste to reply to Zoe. I started to fumble with the buttons yet again, but Tyler just reached around and swatted my hands away, buttoning it up one-handed with ease. I smiled fondly, turning my head to press our lips together.

"Come on before I'm forced to change my mind about going out." Tyler whispers, his hand trailing dangerously low on my chest before being snatched away. I whimpered, slightly disappointed he still planned on going out. Then again, we couldn't very well do much with my parents in the room over. I watched him stand, his towel falling to the floor as he started to find his clothes. I closed the laptop, the man across the room suddenly much more interesting. 

Tyler took twice as long as me to get ready, trying on every possible outfit combination he had packed. I was beginning to get a bit annoyed actually, my stomach rumbling periodically to remind me just what I was waiting on.

"Tilly! Hurry up!" I groaned as he tried on yet another outfit. He shot me a look, reminding me just how dangerous it was to get in the way of Tyler Oakley's getting ready ritual. I pouted, sinking my head back into the blankets and closing my eyes. I was just starting to drift off to sleep when Tyler let out a pitched squeal, alerting me he'd found 'the one'. I forced my head back up, but was glad I had when I seen the beauty that was Tyler's outfit of choice. It was perfect, from the formal button-up to the cute little bow-tie with '#Troyler' printed all over it. I figured it was something one of his fans had sent him, but it was cheesily cute.

"Ta-da!" He added for exclamation, spinning around like some sort of model. I scowled at him, still pretending to be annoyed at him for keeping me from my food. He looked a little hurt though, so I quickly decided to add something.

"You look gorgeous, Ty, now can we go eat?" I asked, looking at him hopefully. He giggled slightly, like he was almost bashful for taking so long to get ready. I knew better than that though, Tyler was not the person to get ashamed over the amount of time he took getting ready. He nodded then, walking over to the bed and hoisting me to my feet. 

"We'd better, our reservations are in like five minutes!" He gasped, his eyes falling on the alarm clock beside the bed. I furrowed my brow as he drug me out of the room by my wrist. I said a rushed goodbye to my family, explaining what we were doing, before he forcefully hauled me out the door and toward his car. It wasn't until we were safely in the car and driving that I regained my composure.

"What do you mean reservations? I thought this was a spur of the moment thing?" He just glanced over at me, flashing a dazzling but mischievous smile before his eyes went back to the road. I sighed, knowing better to press the issue. Wherever he was taking me, he wanted it to be a surprise. I didn't like surprises honestly. It was the worst when people thought they'd done or gotten you something you'd really like and you hated it. Were you supposed to be honest so they knew better than to do it again or lie for their sake? I mentally slapped myself, looking out the window as houses flew past. It wouldn't be like that with Tyler. He knew what I liked, he knew every single thing about me. If the man couldn't set up a surprise date I'd like when he knew this much about me, he had some serious problems to sort out.

A/n: HEYYO BEYYOS. Omg I am still mad at myself for deleting all the chapters I had written in advance. That's why this chapter is late, by the way. Anyway sorry it's a filler and sorry if it's kind of lame, I had to write this in a rush while evading my chores. EYYY COMMENT AND VOTE EYY 

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