*Troye's POV*

I couldn't shake the feeling of dread hanging over me as soon as Tyler disappeared through the door. Why hadn't he invited me along? Obviously it was something he didn't want me to be there for, so it was something I wouldn't approve of. Didn't he understand yet just how much it killed me to be separated from him? It was when we weren't together that my doubts came creeping back. Without his charming smile to ensure me everything was alright it was a hell of a lot easier to doubt it was. He'd said fifteen minutes tops, surely even my pathetic clingy ass could last that long without him, right?

Ten minutes in I was beginning to doubt that. My parents had tried multiple times now to start a conversation, but I'd simply mumble a response and turn back to staring at the door. I could tell they were getting annoyed with me, not that I blamed them. I was annoyed with myself, but that still didn't keep me from doing it. I was constantly shifting about in my seat, debating if it'd be too much to get up and pace. Yes, that'd definitely be too much. I grabbed my phone, scanning for missed texts. Nothing.

"Troye, calm down. They're men, they can handle it themselves." I turned to face my father with my head hung low. He was right, I knew he was right, but that didn't help me in the slightest. My eyes start to sink back in the direction of the door and I felt Tyde kick me under the table. With a growl I kicked back, three times as hard.

"Ow! Mom! Troye kicked me!" He shouted, alerting the entire restaurant instead of just my mom. I blushed a deep shade of crimson and forced myself to settle back in my chair fully. I had to distract myself somehow. I grabbed my phone, opening up twitter and scrolling through some tweets. A few seconds later I blinked, realizing I'd subconsciously found my way to not just any tweets, but the Tyler Oakley's tweets. Wow, I really am pathetic. I tossed the phone onto the table and looked up, surprised to see an empty spot where my mother had been sitting.

"Where'd she go?" I asked, feigning interested in the topic. He saw right through it though, taking the time to lazily swipe another fry off of his plate. I frowned, remembering the hideous meal in front of me. I glanced down, wrinkling my nose in distaste at the green substance before me. I'd already wolfed down Tyler's spaghetti and felt a little guilty about it. Sure he'd said I could eat it, but it was still technically his.

"She had a call to make." Dad mumbled then, not looking up from his fries. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to the washroom." I mumbled, getting to my feet. Truthfully I was only going to hideout in the other room, a place where I could show my concerns without worrying what others thought. It was getting to be rather difficult holding my fears in. I scanned the room, spotting the washroom sign to the far right. I made it a single step before a loud cackle filled the room. I recognized that cackle anywhere. I spun around, leaning a hand against the table in a sad attempt to look casual and cute. It didn't work though, not just because I was perpetually awkward, but also because my hand knocked against something that wasn't the table and I lost my balance. I grabbed onto the object, practically screaming when it came down with me. I closed my eyes as I fell to the floor, landing on my ass. It hadn't really hurt physical, but was it ever a blow to my pride. I knew what it was now without even opening my eyes. Stew surprise. 

"Troye? Are you alright?" I just nodded in answer to my mother's question, still too embarrassed to open my eyes. As if to reassure my I had good reason to be, the entire room erupted into laughter. Maybe they'd been waiting to see if I was okay before laughing or maybe they just noticed, either way it was one of the worst experiences of my life. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, stumbling to my shaky legs. The first thing I seen was Steele, bent over laughing even harder than earlier. I shot him a glare, but realized it was pretty futile considering the entire restaurant was laughing like that except for my mother. Maybe she could help me out of this with minimal emotional damage. I look back to her, surprised to see Tyler standing beside her. In all the ruckus I'd completely forgotten what sparked it. He was back! 

"Has anybody ever told you you're a hot mess?" He giggles, walking toward me with a towel in his hands. I blushed and looked back to the floor. He starts drying me off afterward, unzipping my jacket and tossing it on the chair. It had seeped through the jacket though, soaking even the shirt underneath. I look back up after my inspection, happy to see Tyler staring at me intently, not even arms distance away from me.

"What? Are you gonna make fun of me now too?"

"No, I was just admiring the way that wet shirt clung to you." I blush even more, if that's even possible, and shove him away a step. I noticed the dissatisfied humph I got in response, but didn't react to it in fear of encouraging him.

"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up then." I didn't protest, letting him grab my wrist and haul me off toward the washroom. It was tidy for a public washroom, at least I could say that much. I really loved the tiles, they were the prettiest shade of cerulean blue I'd-

My thoughts were interrupted by Tyler smashing his lips against mine, backing me up against the nearest wall. As soon as I realized what was going on I kissed back, reaching up and snaking my arms around his neck. I guess he hadn't been kidding about the wet shirt thing. He seemed even more desperate than earlier in the car, and for some reason that was a major turn on for me. I could taste alcohol on him though, but decided not to press into it. He pushed me backward again, this time causing me to hit my back off of something.

"Tyler!" I groaned, shoving him away from me so I could have a moment to clutch my back in protest. It had been one of those machines to dry your hands, it was now going off in the background annoyingly. I glared at the inanimate object, seriously debating punching it.

"Mmm, let's get you out of that wet shirt." I froze, turning back to Tyler. He was taking small steps toward me with a sly smile painted on his features that was both scary and sexy. He was right in front of me now, running his eyes up and down my torso appreciatively. He grabbed the hem of my shirt then, pulling it up over my head without warning.

"Tyler! We're in a bathroom!" It didn't really sound like a reasonable argument coming from me, who had suggested we have our first time in a washroom just a few months ago. Tyler giggled then, breaking me out of the happy memory. He moved closer, acting like he was going to kiss me but instead moving to my neck. I wanted to be able to say I didn't like it, that what we were doing made me uncomfortable at least, but the thrill of it was overpowering all of those thoughts. He flicked his tongue across my skin again, followed by his teeth grazing the sensitive spot. A small gasp escaped my lips and I dug my nails into his shoulders, luckily they were still clad with two layers of clothing. 

"Ty." I whispered, my hips bucking toward him involuntarily. He stopped suddenly then, even taking a few steps away from me. Had I done something wrong? I watched him shrug off his jacket and shirt and smirked. I guess I'd done something right. Or at least that's what I thought, before he tossed me the shirt and put his jacket back on.

"I can just wear my jacket. At least this way you won't be covered in stew all night." He said, flashing me a helpful smile. I raised a single eyebrow in disbelief. What? He was the that had wanted this, and he was going to leave me hanging? I mean, I hadn't expected much more but we could have at least finished our make-out session.

"But, uh, what about-"

"I'm not going to do you in a bathroom, Troye, just drop it already." He said cockily, turning and walking out of the door without another word. I stood there dumbfounded, staring at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. My lips swollen from the heavy kissing, my hair matted against my head, fresh hickeys littering my neck. Worse yet, he'd given me a v-neck shirt so there was no way of covering them. I had a suspicious feeling he gave me it on purpose instead of the jacket, just so everyone would have to notice them. He really was such an ass sometimes. I shoved on the shirt, glaring at the love bites in the mirror for just another second before gathering up my dirty shirt and stomping back toward the table. 

They were all sitting back down again. Tyler didn't even cast a glance in my direction when I sat down next to him, pretending to be highly interested in the contents of his menu yet again. I was about to elbow him when I heard a giggle across the table. I thought they were still on about the whole stew thing until I seen Tyde nudging Steele and pointing to my neck. I narrowed my eyes at them and slumped down against the table in an effort to hide them at least a little bit, despite it being poor mannered. I could swear I seen Tyler smirk out of the corner of my eye, but it had disappeared when I looked a second time. I buried my face back into my arms. I just wanted dinner to be over, so I could get Tyler back.

"What are you ordering, Steele?" I rolled my eyes into my arms at Tyler's overly polite tone. He was really overdoing it.

"I'm thinking I'm just going to skip dinner and have dessert. Maybe a slice of pie?"

"Interesting. I think I'm going to go for the strawberry shortcake." I watched him set the menu down then, daintily waving over the waitress. They made conversation like earlier, picking up where they'd left off. I couldn't help but feel a little angry at her, blaming her ever so slightly for the whole stew incident. Strangely enough though, this time Steele joined in on the conversation. What had happened while they were gone? I must not have been the only one wondering because the second the waitress walked away my dad cleared his throat.

"So, I see you two are getting along now?" It was both a question and observation in one. Tyler nodded eagerly, as did Steele. They both looked at each other for a moment before laughing slightly. Maybe I should have questioned Tyler on just how much he'd been drinking.

"I mean, I figured I'd better put up with him, seeing as it seems like he's going to be here a while." Steele said, a tad of admiration in his voice. It was a vague answer, but I wasn't about to interrogate them and obviously neither was my dad, considering he'd only nodded in response. The only person that didn't look completely satisfied with his answer was Tyler, who was faking a gasp and holding his hand to his heart.

"Just a while? Try forever." He says, his voice trailing off into a sing-song whisper at the end, as he turned to me. There was no way to describe the emotion in his eyes other than love. The real kind of love, the kind people wrote poetry about and spent years of their life worrying if they'd be able to find. I'd found it. I was about to utter an apology to my family considering we'd started doing that staring-into-each-other's eyes adoringly thing, but was interrupted by Tyler's lips pressing to my cheek quickly. I blushed more, moving away from him down the bench.

"Cut it out, Tilly." I mumble, embarrassed that I let the nickname slip around my family. I try to think of a new subject then, completely finished with the nervousness that came with talking about our relationship.

"When's the wedding?" I groaned aloud at my father's input, but Tyler seemed to enjoy it considering his soft chuckle. I watch my mother hit him out of the corner of my eye and mumble something in his direction. At least she noticed how increasingly uncomfortable I was. No one else did though, or maybe they just didn't care, because they trudged on with the topic.

"I'm thinking next fall, seeing as I have a lot of business stuff going on right now. Plus there is absolutely nothing more gorgeous than the way fall leaves contrast Troye's hair color." I was definitely as red as a tomato by now. I didn't like the conversation topic at all. Not because I didn't like the idea of marrying him, more the opposite. With every cute thing he was saying the more real the possibility seemed. Marrying Tyler Oakley. I couldn't say I hadn't dreamed of it before, but it was different knowing there was a chance it could actually end up happening. Didn't he understand just how much hope he was giving me? What if he changed his mind after saying all these things and making my heart hurt with longing?

"Guys, can we just not talk about this?" I said gruffly, crossing my arms. No one protested at first, so I thought I was in the clear. That is, until I felt Tyler's hot breath on my neck.

"Why, Troye? Are you snervous?" He whispered into my ear, even going so far to run a hand up my thigh. I'd struggled to get away from him so many times now I was on the edge of my seat, so I wasn't really left with many options. I stayed where I was, but I did shove him away a bit. He looked hurt. Not just play hurt like he normally did when I rejected his teasing advances, but genuinely hurt. Had I just crushed his hopes in an effort to protect my own?

"Or do you just not want to marry me?" He asked, the flirty tone suddenly completely vacant from his voice. I felt extremely pressured, like it was almost an indirect proposal of sorts. I looked around the table for help but they all shared the same blank expectant expression. It wasn't something they could answer for me and they knew that. Hell, I knew that, but what was I supposed to say to something like this? I watched Tyler's head nod ever so slightly, and then he turned back to his dessert, taking tiny spoonfuls and nibbling. Why do I get the feeling I just messed up really bad? What if this effected him actually proposing someday in the future? What if he remembered the day I left him hanging like this?

"I do! Want to, I mean." I blurted suddenly, moving closer to him. He looked up from his food, his cocky smirk back already. I knew better than that now though. It was too often Tyler tried to cover his emotions with sarcasm. When he was hurting, nervous, basically vulnerable in any way at all, he could fall back on this. I'd learned how to pick up the little things he couldn't hide though. The way his eyes brightened when I finally spoke up, how all of his muscles had relaxed instantly.  He'd wanted that response a lot more than he was willing to let on.

"Woah now, guys, was that a proposal?" My father was laughing, but I recognized the underlying emotions in his voice too. 

"No, not yet anyway." Tyler chuckled, dismissing the conversation at that and continuing eating. It wasn't dismissed for me though. Had he really just said that? He seemed so sure of himself. Was he really that certain we'd end up together? 

"Well, not to make this awkward or too serious, but you have my blessing." My dad spoke up suddenly, mumbling the words. I groaned loudly. So we both were okay with the idea of marrying each other, did that really mean we would?

"Dad!" 

"Good to know, sir." Sir? Since when did Tyler use authoritative names like that? My father just nodded in response and I got the impression no one else was going to be adding to the conversation, thankfully. I slumped down in my seat, distracting myself from my crazy thoughts to stare at Tyler while he ate. He was eating spoonfuls of the shortcake daintily, making sure not to get whipped cream all over himself. Just as he went to take another bite I shoved him, smiling successfully when cream smeared across his face. He glared at me, but didn't speak as he grabbed a napkin. What would he have said anyway? He deserved anything he had coming after all the teasing he put me through.

Ten more minutes passed and I was beginning to get really impatient with him. They hadn't really been making any conversation but he was definitely taking his time eating the one little biscuit. I just wanted to get him home already and pick up where we'd left off, seeing as we'd been interrupted like three times now when all I really wanted to do was take his clothes off and go for broke.

"Are you almost done?" I whined out loud, silently cursing myself for being so annoying. He raised a single eyebrow at me, but then turned back to his food. I was about to make a snappy comment when he finally did clear his throat to reply.

"Go wait in the car if you have to, I'll be five minutes tops." At first I wondered why he popped the p on tops, but then I noticed the mischeivous smirk he had on. Was this subtle hinting at what was going to happen when we got back? Whether it was or not, it was definitely going to happen.

"Hurry." I demanded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Or at least that's what I'd planned on doing, but he turned his head last minute for a full-on kiss. I shoved him playfully, but really I wasn't bothered by it. I bid my parents a quick farewell, saying I'd be staying at Tyler's tonight even though he hadn't technically invited me yet. They were okay with it, of course. Besides, I'd be even closer to Playlist tomorrow when it started, so hopefully I wouldn't miss any portion of the third, also last, day. I felt guilty about blowing my fans off like I had been, but if they knew what I was really up to I doubt they'd mind quite as much. I grabbed my stew covered clothing and nodded to the table one last time before heading outside. 

It was dark now, but the stars shone so beautifully it illuminated the parking lot more than enough to see where I was going. I even stopped for a full minute to admire them, which wasn't like me. I often took things like nature for granted, but I was so elated today I figured why not. It was windy tonight though, and I wasn't appreciating the cool wisps against my face. I decided to just get in the car, there'd be other nights to admire life in the future, and I imagined it'd be a lot better with Tyler by my side and not inside stuffing his face. I had a sneaky suspicion he had only sent me out here so he could get away with ordering seconds and not looking like a pig. I guess it wouldn't have been that bad, he did forego dinner to talk to Steele so these tiny cakes were all he'd had most of the day, and we'd definitely worked up an appetite. I guess I'd let it slip, this time. But if food came before me again I'd have to make it very clear which one was the most important. 

I crawled into the car, shivering furiously. After nearly a minute my teeth finally stopped chattering. Only then did I start fumbling around with the control panel, trying to turn on the radio. I found a channel that came in clearly eventually and smiled when Lady Gaga's voice overtook the car. Tyler was going to be so happy if he got back before the song was over. I sunk back in my seat, happily humming along to the tune. It was nearing five minutes, I really wished he'd get back already. I frowned, realizing he could be talking about anything with my family. Maybe I should go back in and check on them...

"Hey Troye." The hairs on the back of my neck shot up at the voice so close to my ear. I reached out quickly, fumbling around in the dark for the door handle. Just as I grabbed it something was pressed over my mouth and nose, a cloth that reeked of chemicals. I'd seen enough crime shows to see where this was going. I tried to fight it, for Tyler, but only a few seconds later my eyelids grew so heavy it was painful and I gave in, letting them fall shut.

A/n: Don't you love me? Any guesses who back seat person is? Anyone want to stab me for making a plot twist when the next chapter could have been another smut? EEEP, this is early by the way, if you didn't notice, because I posted a message saying if you got my friend's smut story to so many requests I'd update and yeah, it got there anyway. It's a Troyler smuttyfest called Italian Nights about what happens after the events of Louis vlog. Anyway, it's amazing as lazing so you should go check it out, the author is "itsonmymind"

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