Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1878

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this one! :)

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"What else do we need?" Tyler asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at the grocery list that was in your hands.

"Chips, salad, and you specifically requested that we get cookies. After that, we should have everything on this list."

Although today was supposed to be your lazy day, you and Tyler had decided to go out and run some errands. It was something that the two of you enjoyed doing together, even if it wasn't the most exciting thing in the world.

"Where should we start?"

"The chips and cookies are right down here, so let's get those out of the way."

Tyler turned your cart down the aisle and headed towards the chips. You had barely gotten a few steps into the aisle when two teenage girls turned in your direction, their eyes going wide.

"Oh my god, it's Tyler Joseph," one of them said quickly before throwing a hand over her mouth.

The two girls exchanged a look before walking towards you. Tyler was already running a hand through his hair, trying to make it look less like he had spent the night before heavily drinking and just rolled out of bed to run errands, even though that was exactly what he had done.

"Can we get a picture?" one of them asked.

"Yeah, of course," Tyler smiled.

You held out your hand for the girl's phone, already knowing where this scenario was going; it was one that you had been in countless times before. Tyler wrapped his arms around each of the girls and smiled in your direction which, even if it wasn't necessarily directed at you, made you smile a little. After taking a couple good pictures, you passed the phone back to its owner.

"Thank you so much," she smiled at you. "You're so pretty, by the way."

Your eyebrows raised, having not expected that compliment. "Thank you, you are too."

The girl's smile grew even more as she turned to her friend. They quickly walked off, already whispering excitedly to one another. Tyler once again leaned on the cart, slowly beginning to push it forward once again.

"Who's the celebrity now?" he smiled, giving your arm a nudge.

"The only reason I have even an ounce of fame is because I'm dating you," you said.

"Fame is still fame, no matter how you get it."

"Whatever. Just pick out your cookies, Joseph."

You went a little further down the aisle to grab some chips while Tyler looked over his cookie options. It usually took him a little while to decide, so you took your time picking out some chips to keep around the house as well.

"I've got it!" Tyler announced triumphantly, holding up his selected cookies. He was loud enough that you were sure people a couple aisles over would hear him too. "I want these ones."

You shook your head; sometimes you were amazed by how little some of Tyler's mannerisms had changed since high school.

"Ok, put them in the cart."

Tyler gently put the cookies into the cart among the rest of your groceries and then pushed the cart down towards you, lightly bumping you with it. You turned to him with a smile.

"What do you think? Tortilla chips?" you asked.

Tyler walked around the cart so that he was standing next to you, wrapping one arm around your waist. You couldn't resist turning to look at him while he considered chip options. There was something about his thinking face that you found, well, adorable.

"I think tortilla chips are good," he nodded, turning to you. "Oh, hi, I didn't realize your face was that close."

"Sorry, just admiring you again," you smiled before grabbing the chips and adding them to the cart with the rest.

"Dork," Tyler laughed. "Alright, what's next?"

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When the groceries were finally put away, you and Tyler got comfortable on the couch to watch some TV for awhile. You were quick to rest your head in Tyler's lap and start scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch. Tyler, however, was paying close attention to something on his phone.

"What do you want to watch?" you asked, looking up at him.

No answer. You waited a few more seconds to see if he would say anything before you went back to scrolling. He was probably just distracted. After another ten seconds of silence, you gave up on asking for his opinion.

When you finally found a show that looked good, you turned to Tyler again. His eyes were moving quickly across his phone screen, one hand pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. You waited a little longer to see if he would come to a stop, but he didn't.

"Hey, Ty?"

"Hm?"

"What do you think of this show?"

Tyler's eyes barely flicked up to the TV for a second before they were back on his phone. "Yeah, looks good."

You weren't entirely convinced by his approval of the show, but decided not to push the matter. Whatever he was reading was obviously important, and you didn't want to start an argument over a Netflix show. Instead, you hit play and made yourself comfortable on his legs again.

"I'm going to need you to move."

You were only a few minutes into the TV show when Tyler said it. Confused, you turned to look at him. He had finally stopped reading for the first time since he had picked his phone up, but it was still in his hand. His comment took you back a little bit, Tyler rarely asked you to stop cuddling with him.

"Um, ok," you said, pushing yourself up to a sitting position and scooting away from him.

"I'm sorry. The label sent a really long email about stuff coming up this week but they got it wrong, so now I'm going to have to get this all sorted out."

"Oh." You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach. It seemed the lazy day you had planned to spend with Tyler was quickly being flipped on its head. "That's ok."

"I'll still sit and watch TV with you, I'll just have to be on my computer while we do it."

"Ok."

Tyler leaned over and kissed you before getting up to grab his laptop from the office. You forced a smile and decided to make yourself comfortable on the opposite end of the couch since cuddling wouldn't really be an option if Tyler was having to send emails. At least he would still be at home and close to you.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

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You had been watching TV for a couple hours and Tyler was still working away at his laptop, sending out emails and coordinating with various companies to figure out what was wrong. The TV show you picked had ended up being super interesting, although you weren't even sure that Tyler knew the plot at this point. You had barely seen him look up from his computer once this entire time.

"Are you getting close to finishing, Ty?" you asked.

"I have no idea," he said, his tone harsher than you had been expecting. "I'm trying to get this done as quickly as I can, but new emails are coming in faster than I can keep up."

"Ok, sorry I asked."

You tried to focus your attention back on the TV show, but you couldn't quite get yourself to pay attention. Your mind kept replaying Tyler's reaction to your question. You hadn't meant to upset him with it, yet he had snapped at you for wanting to know when you would actually get to spend some quality time with him. That had been the original plan, after all.

The more you thought about your exchange with Tyler, the more frustrated you started to become. Eventually it was too much for you to keep inside, so you paused the show and practically stormed upstairs so that you could get some of your restless energy out without bothering Tyler. You hated getting into arguments with him and the longer you stayed downstairs and let your frustration grow, the more likely it was that you would end up snapping at him. Up here, you could let yourself calm down and think through the situation.

You couldn't have been pacing your bedroom for more than a few minutes before Tyler joined you upstairs. He practically burst through the door of the bedroom, his shoulders relaxing as soon as he laid eyes on you.

"I couldn't find you anywhere downstairs... thought you might have left without me noticing," he said.

You held back a sigh. Him not noticing what you were up to was half of the problem, wasn't it?

"I was just up here."

"Are you ok?"

You began to chew on your lower lip, debating if you should even tell him why you were upset. He was already stressed enough as it was and you didn't want to add to that, but you knew he would also want to know if he had done something wrong.

"Not really."

He came closer to you now, only leaving a foot or two of space between you until he had an ok to get closer.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just... I don't know, I'm frustrated, I guess."

"About what?"

"We were just supposed to have this nice lazy day today," you sighed, crossing your arms, "and then of course the label had to email you and you had to work anyway. And I don't want to be mad because I know it's important, but it stings a little bit when our plans get ruined like this."

Tyler reached up and ran a hand through his hair, twirling it around his fingers at the end.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"What if I make you a deal?" he asked. "I'll work for another hour or so and then once it's time to make dinner, I'll stop. Even if there's more to be done, I'll save it for tomorrow and we can just spend the entire night together. How does that sound?"

You nodded, "I like that idea."

He reached out and put his hands on your arms, "I promise that I want to make it up to you however I can. I know work takes up a lot of my time, but you're still my first priority at the end of the day."

Tyler stepped closer so that he could press a soft kiss to your forehead. The small gesture made you smile and, before you knew it, you had your arms wrapped around him. He hugged you tightly, making all of your frustration melt away in an instant.

"I'm sorry for not being more patient," you mumbled into his chest.

"You don't need to apologize," he said. "We got it worked out."

"Ok. I love you."

"I love you too."

After hugging him a little while longer, you followed him back downstairs and got comfy on the couch again, this time a little closer to him. Although you didn't like that he had to do more work, you were reassured by the fact that you would have the rest of the night to spend with him.

And that was enough for you.