Grease (Troyler)

Prom

A/N:

Honestly, all I have to say is sorry. 

I completely abandoned you guys, and I could not apologize more for that. For all of you who are still here, I want to say thank you for your support. I got all of your messages, and I am sorry if I did not reply. 

I'm not going to give excuses because it doesn't matter anymore. For now, I am back.

At this moment in time, Tyler and Troye are simply characters to me. I still watch the guys occasionally, but nothing like how I used to. I don't know if I will continue writing after this story, but I do intend to finish it. 

I love you guys, and thank you for your patience <3

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- TYLER -

As the hours continue and my time decreases, I have come to the startling realization the prom-prep takes quite a bit of time. After about two panic attacks and one breakdown, my mom made me calm down, telling me that she would go get Troye's flower-pin-thingy while I finished getting ready. 

Hence, the reason I was running around without pants on, searching every room in the house for an iron.

And this, of course, is the exact moment that my 'amazing' boyfriend decides to knock on the door before barging into the house and spotting me halfway up the stairs with only a crinkled shirt on and tiny black briefs.

My face blushes red, and my first response is to glare at him.

"Is this what you're gonna wear? Because I love it."

I roll my eyes at his words, turning to walk up the remaining stairs. "Shut up. I'm in the middle of changing, you shit. You were supposed to get here in an hour."

"Jeez, I'm sorry that I was excited to see you," he replies, following me up the stairs. 

He enters my room behind me, flopping onto my bed and turning to watch me get ready. I glance at him, turning around quickly before he can see the smile on my face.

He's wearing a beautiful back suit that fits him perfectly and his hair is curled and down, but the way he was snuggling into my bed and trying to flip the blankets onto himself was making my heart curl. I walk towards him, putting hand on his chest and pressing a kiss onto his forehead, stroking the soft skin by his cheek.

"You look gorgeous, by the way," I whisper, enjoying the way his wide eyes are staring up at me. 

"Thanks, Tilly," he blushes, his hand trailing down my neck and pulling me in for a kiss. 

I stumble because of his surprisingly strong pull, falling onto him, which seems to please him very much. He hums, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me deeply.

"Mmm, Proye," I mumble into his lips, trying to end the kiss before we get too carried away.

He withdraws his lips, but not for long before he reattaches them to my neck. "You know, prom night is typically a very...special night for a lot of people," he informs me, one of his hands on my back, keeping me pinned against him. 

"Oh...is it now?" I ask, my finger curling under the collar of his shirt.

"Yeah...is it...going to be special for us too?"

"Are you asking me if I'm going to put out tonight?" I ask, my eyes narrowing at him. 

He shrugs, kissing the gasp away from my lips. 

"Maybe...well...yeah. But like...what's your answer?" he mumbles. 

"You're an idiot," I giggle, pushing him away and getting up. 

"Tilly, c'monnnn," he whines, his hand falling dramatically against his head. "I'm dying over here!" 

I laugh, walking over to him and trailing my finger up his arm. Leaning over his body, I push feather-light kisses on his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. 

"How about I let you know when we get there?" I whisper, twirling strands of his hair around my fingers.

He gulps harshly, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. I give him an innocent smile, skipping over to my closet and grabbing my dress pants. 

It takes me about 10 minutes to get dressed, given that Troye refused to let me dress in peace. 

"Tilllyyyyyy, I'm bored. Take your clothes off," he groans, kicking his feet against the mattress.

I sigh, used to his incessant, inappropriate, begging. 

"Gorgeous, if I take off my clothes, we'll never get to prom," I say, walking over to him while struggling with my tie.

He shrugs, sighing before standing up. 

"My prom is wherever you are," he whispers, taking the tie from my hands and gently putting it under the collar of my shirt.

"Aw, look at you being all cute and shit for me," I coo, watching as he concentrates on my tie.

"Yeah, well, you make me do crazy things," he mumbles, eyes briefly flicking to mine. I catch his gaze, and he smiles sheepishly under my stare.

"What are you lookin' at?" he asks, tightening the tie around my neck and folding the collar of my shirt over. 

"Just something beautiful."

"Ew, now you're doing it," he laughs, smoothing his hands down my chest before pulling me in for a kiss. 

I bask in the feel of his time-stopping, world-halting, mind-boggling lips. He separates from me slowly, and my eyes remain shut as I recover.

"I fucking love you," I breathe into his lips, uncurling my fingers from where they were grabbing his jacket.

He beams at me, his wide smile making my heart sing.

"C'mon," he says, grabbing my hand. "Let's go to prom."