Tylers POV

I sat up. Sweat lingered on my forehead as my legs trembled. I pouted, hugging my old teddy tighter than I was before. My lip found a way between my teeth as I rushed to turn my bedside lamp on. I stared into the dim-lit room and thought about what I was gonna do. I don't know why it felt like I was being watched, it felt awful. I tried staying up as late as possible just because I was scared. But once Troye noticed me yawning and rubbing my eyes, he sent me to bed. By my calculations (and the clock beside my bed) it was 3:17am. I woke up at exactly three, which scared me because I remember reading somewhere that if you wake up at three in the morning, someone is watching you. So, me being my extremely gullible self, I frightened myself and got scared by every little noise.

I've been tossing and turning ever since, and I was tired of it. So, grasping every little bit courage in me, I placed my socked feet on the cold wood floor. I shivered as my tshirt was not enough to cover me from the early morning cold. I quickly stood up and practically ran to the door, teddy in hand. Quietly turning the handle, I pulled the door back, gasping at the darkness of the hall, dimly illuminated by the blue moon. I had to options: Be a "man" and go downstairs for a glass of milk and go back to bed. Or be a baby and run to Troye's room. Cautiously, I walked toward the balcony and looked downstairs, backing away immediately after I saw pitch, thick darkness, not even a ray of moonlight. Guess I was being a baby tonight. I rushed to Troye's room, thanking the heavens that it was only across the hall from my room. I debated on whether or not knocking the door, then deciding to knock so that I dont creep the fuck out of him.

"Troye?" I called quietly, knocking on the wooden door four more times. I jumped lightly when the golden doorknob jiggled and pulled backward, revealing a very sleepy Troye. I almost laughed and 'awe'd out loud at his squinty eyes, messy curls and pouting lips when he opened the door.

"Tylah?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as his thick, Aussie accent took over his morning voice "What's wrong?"

"I-I couldn't sleep." I sttutered. "...D-do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"

"Til-"

"Please!" I interrupted, knowing that I sounded like a 2 year old, but I didn't give two shits. I was not going back in that room tonight. He sighed and frowned, leaning his head on the doorframe as he defeatedly nodded. I smiled as he moved out of the way, letting me run into his bed. His bedroom was huge, obviously. A giant bed with maroon, velvet sheets stood in the middle of it all. Two black nightstands with lamps stood at both sides of it, but only the right lamp lit up the room. I laid in the middle of the pillow and sheet mess, watching Troye close the door and yawn as we walked over to me.

"I can sleep in the chair if you want" he offered, pointing to a big, comfy, throne-like chair in the corner of the room. I shrugged bashfully, letting him make the choice. He spun on his heel and walked toward the chair, dragging it next to the bed once he'd grabbed it. I bit my lip as he slumped down onto it, crossing his arms and staring deep into my eyes for what were probably minutes, but felt like centuries. "Okay!" he yelled out of nowhere, making me jump "You gonna sleep or what kid?!"

"S-sorry" I apologized, crawling up the bed and under the messy sheets. I turned so my back was facing Troye, not daring to get hypnotized by his blue eyes again. I watched as the room became dark and I closed my eyes, trying to let my fears go by taking a deep breath, taking in the addicting scent intoxicating the pillows. I felt at ease as soon as I breathed in the second time.... but I couldn't help but feel guilty. I just barged into his good night's sleep, cus I was a big baby who was scared of nothing but the dark. I pouted, opening my eyes and turning over to face him again. As comfy as that chair looked, it wasn't meant for sleeping. Especially if you were slowly sliding down it, with your arms on the arm rests, like Troye was. I hesitated before sneaking my hand out of the covers, reaching out and touching his cold hand gently. He jumped lightly and opened his eyes, quickly turning on his lamp. "I feel bad." I stated simply.

"For what?" he chuckled, leaning toward me. I gasped quietly at our sudden closeness, backing away a little bit.

"Taking your bed...." I murmured.

"Awe, Tilly" He chuckled some more, shaking his head as he pushed the hair out of my face. My face heated up at the contact. I tried to cover my cheeks with the covers, unforntunately for me, failing as he pulled them back down. "Why are you hiding your face?" he smiled. I shrugged, trying to slowly cover myself again. "Okay, so what exactly are you suggesting?"

I gulped, looking down to avoid his eyes "... Sleep with me?..."

"Well..." he smirked, reaching next to me to pick up the raggedy stuffed animal I had brought along "I think lil' Teddy here already took my spot!"

I rolled my eyes, snatching it out of his hand "His name is TimTam, not Teddy."

"Whatever you say!" he shook his head, standing up and walking to the other side of the bed. My eyes widened as I noticed that his long, baggy tshirt had covered the fact that he was only in his boxer briefs this whole time. My whole face turned beet red as he lifted the covers and laid down next to me. "Why are you blushing?" he half-chuckled.

"What?! I'm not blushing!" I exclaimed, lifting myself to flip over on my other side. However, in the process, my stupid self ended up hitting my head on the headboard.

"Oh my-! Tilly be careful!" he laughed. I pouted as I rubbed the side of my head, watching as his face became a mix of taunts and pity. He rolled his eyes as he grabbed arm, gently pulling me up to lay my head on his lap. I would be blushing if my head didn't hurt at this point. He massaged the aching spot gently, an annoying little smile still evident on his lips. "You don't even have a bump you little baby!"

"Shut up!" I chuckled, closing my eyes as he started playing with my hair.

"You're hair is so soft!" he gasped, making me laugh and reopen my eyes.

"I like your hair better" I giggled as I lifted a hand to gently pull at some curls that were pressed to his forehead, watching them bounce back into place after I released them.

"Damn, are you five?"

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brows, confused by his question.

"You used to do the exact same thing when you were little; pull on my hair." he explained, stopping for a little while before adding, "Not that I mind that much."

I tried so hard to stay cool, not letting any heat rise up to my cheeks. It was difficult but I think I managed to hide it a little. I had no idea why he was being like this, not that I minded, but the regular Troye hated when people touched him, he hated 'babying' me (as he called it). I liked to believe that was the cloest we'd ever gotten so far. He looked so calm... he looked so beautiful, and I hated him for making butterflies explode in my stomach. I felt so safe next to him, so serene, so... in love. In love with a creature of darkness that had changed his heart and his way of life to take care of me, I was forever greatful for him.

"Troye..." A quiet little voice said. I then realized that I had called him involuntarily; that little voice that sounded so distant came from me. He looked down at me with a mildy concerned look, relaxing a tad when he noticed my calm state of mind. "Can I tell you something?"

"What is it?" He whispered, stroking my hair one more time.

I took a deep breath, "I think I..." I started, not really sure of what I was going to say. I furrowed my brows as I realized that I was on the verge of telling him how I felt... I was on the verge of ruining everything. I mentally slapped myself as my confidence wore thin, making my heart beat faster and my eyes sting with threatning tears. I suddenly felt so angry at myself for almost making that horrible mistake, I wanted to beat the shit out of myself. All of the sudden, this anger and rage stopped, in a snap. They were quickly replaced my fear and confusion. I sat up suddenly, straining to listen carefully at the noise I heard before. "... I think I hear something." I whispered.

"Tyler, it's nothing." Troye said "You're just paranoid."

I shook my head desperately, feeling my body frantically crawl up the bed, pressing my back to Troye's chest. I could hear Troye trying to get my attention, but all I could hear were the whispers from before, getting louder and louder until it felt like someone was right in front of me, whispering incoherent things loudly until suddenly I understood one: "Goodnight Tilly"...

... And then everything went dark.

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Hello Munchkins AHH! I'm so sorry Im really tryinngggg!!! I hope you still enjoyed this fluffy, weird chapter though! I swear if I don't reach my ususal 2000 words next chapter, I'm gonna pull my hair out ughh! I was so close in this oneeee!!!

Anywholio, this chapter is for the amazingly lovely TroyeXTylah for being so patient with me and my mild writer's block lol. Im sorry for making (all of you, actually) wait! And Im also sorry for leaving you in a cliffhanger (not really MUAHAHAHA)

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