Tyler:
*disclaimer: lots of swearing*
"Fuck!" I screamed as I saw my boyfriend launch into the air and hit the ground with a thud.
"Troye, oh shit, please be okay. You can't die you can't die please wake up baby," I said, shaking.
"Please, please, please, please not you too, not you too, not you please stay with me Troye," I cried, wiping the tears from my face furiously, shaking his shoulders.
I could feel myself slipping between reality to flashback to fantasy.
Troye, lying in front of me nearly dead.
Troye, kissing me fiercely while slowly taking of my shirt.
Troye snuggled up against me in bed.
Troye on the ground with blood slowly trickling down his forehead
I pressed my head against his chest, praying to hear even the tiniest of heartbeats.
And there it was.
I could feel myself relax, as his heartbeat slowly grew stronger, and his breaths now audible.
His eyes shot open, and I was sobbing with joy.
"Tylah," he croaked. "I can't breathe right." He said while wheezing and coughing, each intake of breath seemingly difficult
"It's okay. we're okay." I said, wiping away the blood from his forehead and cradling his head in my lap.
"Tylah?" He asked.
"what is it Troyeboy?" I replied.
He looked up at me with a cheeky grin before answering with,
"I can feel your dîçk against my head."
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Misunderstood // troyler-phan-zalfie
FanfictionWelcome to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Where those who don't seem to belong find their place, It is not like any other school you see, But time is ticking and its a race. For only one can win these harsh games Will it be the gryffind...
