"Happy" Little Pill (A Troyler FanFiction)

Chapter 5

A.N. Sorry if this chapter sucks! I've been having writers block and it's been SO annoying!

Troye's POV

Seeing Tyler walk out of his car towards my house was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. His eyes practically shimmered, and his now green, (or Lucky Charms Milk) hair was placed perfectly into a tall quiff. He looks adorable in his flannel button-down. I can feel my heart bursting as I open the door.

"TILLY!" I shout at him, arms spread out. He grins and starts running towards me, his quiff slightly bobbing in the air.

"TIMTAM!" He yells back, and we run into a tight embrace. I love hugging him. It just makes me feel safe, and his arms are just so comforting. Unfortunately, Tyler finally pulls away.

"Alright, it's too hot outside for Mama." He complains. We both laugh, and we link arms, and head inside. It's still so hard to believe that Tyler and I are this close. He just doesn't like me. I know it.

Tyde starts racing down the stairs and basically collides into Tyler. I watch them hug, and Tyde lets go smiling. He leaves to go set up the camera for the collabs.

"Tyler, me and you can collab first, if you want." I smile hopefully, and Tyler happily nods.

"Sounds good to me!" He starts running upstairs, doing that Tyler Oakley cackle. I sigh and race after him. "Wait for me!!" I yell. Once we make it up to my room, I tell Tyler that I have to pee. I don't want my bladder exploding!

Once I walk in the bathroom, I get a text. My stomach churns when I see who's texting me. Not them, I think to myself, it can't be them. I can feel my body twitching, and beads of sweat form onto my forehead. I want to bring my eyes away, but I can't help but keep my eyes glued on the screen. My heart pounds in my ears as I read the text.

Hey, faggot. Enjoying yourself? Its a a shame if you are, you fuck up. Go take your gay ass and go jump iff a building. We want to see you gone, you little shit. You're a loser, and nobody cares about you. Go fucking cut yourself up. Go die. You'll be doing everyone a favor.

"A-a favor...?" I whisper. Tears form, and I try to wipe them away, but they keep flowing. I clench my fists and open the cabinet. I don't get why they hate me... What did I do? My fingers fumble around as I reach into a bag.

"They're right. I would be doing a favor if I...." I shake the thought away. I have to stop. I can't let them get to me again. But what if what they're saying is true? I agree with them. I am a loser. I am a fuck up. My stomach feels like it's ready to burst. However, I still give in. I grab what's in the bag.

"Nobody cares...."

Tyler's POV

I sit on Troye's bed, on my laptop. It's been while. I hope he's alright. I sigh. He's probably okay. I look through Tumblr, and curiously head into Troye's page. It's all youtube stuff, and a lot of posts about "Happy Little Pill." That song is literally my life. It still bothers me a little, though. The song is about drugs. He probably just wanted to sound like a rebel. I chuckle and check my tag.

People keep posting, "OMG Tyler reblogged so much Troyler stuff! Troyler is real!!" I blush a little. I don't think i like him! Do I? I sigh. Probably not.

I look at my clock on the computer. Ten minutes passed, and Troye still hasn't come out. (Haha, puns.) I nervously knock on the door. "Troye?" I press my ear against the door. No answer. I get even more nervous. Is he okay? "Troye?!" I ask again. Silence. I finally open the door.

"Troye!!" I yell. I gasp when I see Troye. He's sitting against the wall, face lost of color and eyes bloodshot. His one hand is in a fist, and it's shut tightly. I run towards him, and kneel next to him, eyes wide and terrified.

"T...Tyler...." He mutters. I hug him, shaking at his appearance. "You're alright, Troye.... What happened...?" Troye shakes his head, weakly and opens his closed fist. I look at what he's holding, and gasp.

Pills.

In his hand are small, white pills. He's holding a lot of them, and he shakily brings then closer to him. Before I could stop him, he shoves them into his mouth. He starts chewing, and I can see him trying to keep them down.

"T-Troye!! Stop!!" I yell, and I grab onto his chin with my hand. "Spit. Them. Out. Now." I hold out my free hand, and he nods wearily and spews them into my hand. He looks up at me, sweat drenching his forehead, shaking terribly.

I feel my head spinning. This is all so cofusing. Why did Troye do this to himself? How long has he been doing it for? I shake my head and pull Troye into a hug. He hugs me back, crying. It breaks my heart hearing him cry, which makes me hug him tighter. I rub his back lightly, hoping to calm him down at least a little.

"Sh.... Troye.... It's okay...." I whisper to him. I wipe his tears and help him up. He sways back and forth as he stands. How many pills did he swallow before I came in?!

"H-hey.... T-Tyler, I...." He begins, but I interrupt him.

"Video later. Tell me. Now."

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A.N. Hey guys!! I am SO SORRY that I haven't posted!! I have been procrastinating and feeling really negative towards this chapter and I don't know why. I just hope you all liked it! I'll try my best to post later this week or next week because I'm going camping for a couple days. I love you all!

~ Soup

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