*Troye's POV*

"Tilly." I mumbled, feeling blindly around the bed. He wasn't there. I sat up and looked around the room. Maybe he's gone to get breakfast, Troye, why do you always jump to the worst possible conclusion? I slunk back down to a laying position and placed a hand on my chest. My heart was already thumping like mad in my chest this early in the morning.

Today's my last chance. I have to tell him what's on my mind. If we don't make it official today who knows when we'll get the next in-person chance, and I will not be asked out over social media. How do I word it? It's not like it's a confession really, he knows how I feel about him... I just need to be upfront and honest, Tyler would respect that choice the most.

Besides, we're practically dating already, all it takes is one word of confirmation from Tyler. Surely even he can manage that. I don't even care if we have to keep it quiet at first, just as long as I can officially call Tyler mine. My boyfriend. Even the word boyfriend had me squeezing myself into a hug and holding back squeals of excitement.

It has to be today. I can not back out of this one.

I got up and changed into my best outfit, not hesitating to slip on the jacket Tyler had offered me last night. It was still damp from the rain, but it was also still Tyler's. I hugged it to me, his smell rustling up and giving me another burst of confidence. This is Tyler we're talking about, you'll be fine Troye.

I stumbled out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen first thing. I scanned the tiny room and I bit my lip. Where's Tyler? He's always in the kitchen in the morning?

"Tyler!" I called, running to the living room. Nothing. I got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and looked toward the bathroom. Who exactly had called him last night? I swallowed hard and took the first few steps in that direction.

"Tilly?" My voice wasn't much louder than a whisper. I put a hand on the door frame and tried to hold back tears. What if Tyler was in there? What if he had- No, Troye, don't think like that. I took a deep breath in and peeked around the frame, surprised to see it was just as empty as the rest of the house.

"Where is he?"

"Who?" I jumped and flailed my arms out behind me, smacking against another person.

"Gosh, Troye, it's just me. Who the fuck else would be in my apartment this early?" He laughed, turning me around so I could face him. I looked down at him and bit my lip. He had a huge smile on and was looking up at me adoringly. This is it, Troye, you need to ask him, it's now or never.

"T-" 

"T-" We both cut each other off with one syllable and laughed. I buried my head in his chest. It can wait, we still have a couple hours.

*Tyler's POV*

I hadn't gone back to bed since her call. I was nervously pacing the living room most of the morning, racking my brain for some sort of way out of this that didn't involve ruining the most important friendship I had. I sunk down onto the couch and for the hundredth time that morning felt tears on my cheeks. It was different now, like I'd cried so much I was numb. How do you call off the best thing to ever happen to you?

Tyler, your mother compared you to your father, you need to stay strong. No man is worth losing your family over.

I groaned, sinking my face into my hands. We'd said from the beginning we had the right to call it off at any time and that there'd be no harsh feelings, why was I so worried? This is Troye we're talking about, you'll be fine Tyler. He's my best friend, he'll understand.

It got to the point I couldn't take staring at the familiar walls, the familiar couch, the familiar everything. Hell, Troye and I had shared a passionate kiss right over there by the fridge yesterday. And the other day when we had a tickling fight on the couch that ended up a sexy fight for dominance. He was everywhere. He'd sneaked his way into every part of my life, even my freaking furniture. Maybe I'll have to go to Ikea once he's back in Australia. I felt my heart tighten up. 

Troye. Back in Australia.

This was the hardest choice I'd ever had to make, and with each passing second I was beginning to doubt my decision. I wandered into my bedroom and knelt beside Troye's side of the bed. His side of the bed, even my bed had him all over it. How could someone look so absolutely angelic in their sleep? He was too perfect to be human. And he was mine, even if it was only for a few more hours until he woke up. My little angel. I got up to leave, but I couldn't bring myself to leave his side. This is the last time you get together, don't waste it. I bent over and gave him a light peck on his sleeping lips. He groaned in response and stirred, but not enough to fully wake up.

"I love you so much, Troye. I've never loved anyone this much before, and I don't think I ever will again. But you have to understand that's exactly why we can't be together. Besides, you need some masculine gator-wrestling Aussie, not the wimp of a man who can't even say he loves you while you're awake." He pulled the blankets closer to his face, but I knew he wasn't quite awake enough yet to fully interpret what it was I was saying.

"I will never stop loving you, Troye. You are my everything." I was choking up now, but I still moved in to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"Tilly." He mumbled, throwing his arm out in an attempt to find me. He hadn't heard me, had he? I dodged just in time and ran out of the room. I was crying again, but unlike the last time I most definitely did not feel numb. Every tear felt like molten lava sliding down my face. My heart hurt, it felt like there was a hand in my chest squeezing it. Squeezing the happiness out of it, squeezing the life out of it, squeezing the love out of it.

"Fuck sakes." I whispered, running out of the apartment. I just needed a breather, to get myself under control. Well, not exactly under control, I'd still be dying inside, but Troye just wouldn't be able to tell.

When I went back inside I was surprised to see Troye half in the bathroom, half out. 

"Where is he?" He sounded so concerned I had to ball my fists just to keep the bottled emotions in. 

"Who?" I giggled, wondering just how I'd made my voice so convincing. Troye swung an arm out behind him in shock and punching me in the face. I winced but I couldn't say I blamed him. I deserved it for what I was about to do.

"Gosh, Troye, it's just me. Who the fuck else would be in my apartment this early?" I laughed, trying with all my strength to paint on a very big and very fake smile. I just need to keep it up for a few more hours, I can do this. Troye looked down at me, biting his lip in the usual fashion that made my knees turn to jelly. No, Tyler, you have to say it. You can't drag the poor boy's heart around any more, it's now or never.

"T-" 

"T-" We both cut each other off and I faked a laugh. Really I felt like slamming my head against the wall for not being quicker. Would I be able to get the strength together to try bringing it up again? Do you think it can wait maybe just a couple hours, a couple more hours with my Troye, that's all I need.

A/n: I wanted to show how they were both taking the situation, kind of polar opposites if you will. I don't normally switch between POV's in chapters, as you probably know by now, but it was kind of necessary here. Please comment/vote! Oh, and sorry for breaking your hearts!