Troye's POV

The first thing I noticed as soon as we stumble out of the airport with our heads bowed was how windy Brighton was. Zoe and Alfie hopped around calling taxis before we all piled into one and sped off down the road, luckily before anyone noticed us. I seriously doubt we could've put up with more crowds after the eventful encounter in LAX. Connor pulled out his vlogging camera and started filming halfheartedly as the streets filled with colourful shops and neon signs flashed by. Making small talk between ourselves I slowly felt myself drifting away into my own world, just genuinely enjoying being surrounded by people who cared about me and anticipating the next few weeks to come.

Not very long after, we pulled up in front of a beautiful sea side house decorated with white Christmas lights, reminding me of the fairy lights I strung up in my room back home in Perth. "Welcome to our humble home!" Alfie crackled stretching out his arms dramatically as we clambered out of the car thanking the driver as Zoe payed for the ride. Making our way up the steps I couldn't help but stop and admire the homey feeling that the house seemed to emit. Every aspect of it screamed 'Zalfie' it was like the place was made for them. From the soft creamy paint on the walls to the million of cushions piled up all over the living room couches, everything was carelessly perfect in just the right place. 

"Troye! C'mon!" Zoe squeals gripping my arm like a vise as she tugs me towards a short flight of wooden stairs strung with pearly white fairy lights and polaroid snapshots of their life dangling suspended in the air with thin fishing lines. "I'll show you your room, the boys all have their own room when they visit so this one's gonna be yours!" 

The small guest room was painted dove grey with a round wicker chair lounging on the right of the twin sized bed covered with pillows and cushions of every size and shape imaginable. A soft breeze billows through the slanted side window causing the curtains to float around like a friendly ghost. On the walls were framed quotes from movies and inspirational sayings giving it a The Fault in Our stars kind of vibe. 

"So... What do you think?" Zoe asked biting her lips nervously as I blanked out on her questions while I practically drooled all over her fluffy carpet.

"I'm literally in love with your home and you." I joked enfluging the small girl in a bear hug. "Who knows I might just live here with you from now on."

"Oh Troye," she giggled wrapping her arms around me "as much as I love you Alfie might be a little upset if that happens."

"What might I be upset about, little one?" Alfie crackles, walking over to us as I pull away from the hug beaming at the two. With every word they said to each other it was clear that Zoe and Alfie were made for no one but one another, and I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy knowing that I probably won't ever find something even remotely close to what they have. "Con and Ty were wondering if we could do some window shopping this afternoon?" Alfie says ruffling Zoe's hair as she leans instinctively on his shoulder, curling into his body.

"Yeah, sure." I replied wanting to make the most of this trip knowing that any day I might have to leave.

••O••

The Brighton Pier was extreamly that afternoon milling with tourists and small children running around bundled up in thick scarves. Alfie ended up needing to make a quick stop in London so couldn't go with us but it was okay. Thankfully Brighton wasn't too big of a city so we could roam around town without worrying about being mobbed by fans and cameras. 

Tyler, Zoe, and Connor armed themselves with vlogging cameras and extra batteries while I dug around my suitcase looking for anything remotely wind breaking so that I wouldn't end up an icicle. Connor sat next to me in the car while Tyler claimed the passenger seat jabbering away cheerfully with Zoe. 

"Ugh!" Connor muttered fidgeting with the  the camera lense frustrated that it won't focus. "This dang thing is driving me crazy. First the battery problem now this. I swear to god I'm quitting YouTube and going full on inventing cameras so that the next generation won't have to deal with all this crap."

"First off, Connor how dare you!" Tyler laughed, crackling at Connor's disgust towards his camera. "Secondly the only thing you seem to be able to create these days is hella Tumblr Instagram feeds and YouTube videos. I'm afraid the camera making is out of your ability zone."

"Never say never!" I shouted causing Zoe to swerve and let out a string of curses at the driver in the lane next to us.

"You did NOT just make a Bieber reference." Tyler hooted bouncing in his seat like a child.

"What can I say I am Biebraham Lincoln!"

"TROYE!"

••O••

Zoe and Tyler had disappeared into the crowd not even leaving behind a trail of breadcrumbs, but knowing that it's Zyler we'd probably find them either in one of the restaurants or some clothing shop.

"We need to get you a vlogging camera!" Connor exclaimed skidding to a stop in front of a Cannon's shop yanking me next to him. 

"A what?"

"A vlogging camera! So you can film this and ya know maybe even start a channel!"

"I don't think-"

"Come on Troye! It'll be fun just give it a go!"

The camera shop was seated on the side of the pier and inside it was filled with every camera device possible. You name it and they would probably have it. The look on Connor's face could only be described as pure elation, it was like he walked into his own little piece of heaven. Sometimes I can't help but wonder what would happen if Tumblr was a place. Knowing that all kinds of shit goes down there with fangirls and those creepy animated gifs it could get down right crazy. Though, since we're children of the internet it would be a dream come true for most people, like Connor for example. The boy was mesmerized and stuck to his camera all day. If he were to have a playlist as his day to day soundtrack my guess would be cats purring and shutters fluttering. 

"What can I help you boys with?" A man asked walking to us with a cheery smile on his face.

"Hi! We're looking for video blogging cameras and lenses." Connor piped up swinging his arms around excitedly. He pulled out his own from his pocket to show the man. "This one is what I use for most of my videos and all that ish, but my friend here is also looking for one."

The man - Peter as we eventually got to know - took notice on Connor's enthusiasm at once and soon enough we were chatting away like old friends. Well, Connor and Peter that is, while I just stood by taking note of all the tips and pieces of advice they discussed about how to take a good picture. How all those YouTubers out there seem to be able to manage editing and shooting every week is a wonder to me. Angle, lighting, position, shadows, blemishes, filters, the list seems absolutely endless. Suddenly I had gained a new found respect for my directors and all those video creators out there. That afternoon, when we left I had a new camera and a sworn promise to Connor that I would try vlogging at the very least. Who knows, maybe it'll stick.

••O•• 

"Tronnor! Where've you been?" Zoe shrieks barrelling into us like a miniature elephant. Tronnor? Where the hell does she even come up with these names? 

"Connie Frannie here got a little attached to some new gadgets, and met a new friend." I laughed hefting up my bag to show her the new vlogging camera I bought. "And he pressured me into getting this baby."

"Ah, of course Con would do that. But we have more important things at hand! Tyler and I need help choosing outfits!" Dragging us by the wrist she made her way down the many clothing rack aisle to where a distraught Tyler stood holding two pairs of dark skinny jeans. "What do you guys think? This gorgeous pink sunhat or that snapback Ty is determined I buy?"

I point at the snapback but suddenly can't help the swarm of unwanted memories flooding my mind.

//Flashback// 

Running down the corridor if EMI's main office building with security yelling at me to slow down I skid to a stop in front of Paul's mahogany red door. Rapping my fist against the wood my heart pounding over 100 beats per minute and my stomach doing somersaults as I waited eagerly not once suspecting that I would soon be forced to face one of the hardest choices in life.

"Come in," the booming voice of my producing manager sounds from behind the door as I barge in eyes shining with excitement.

"Hey ya Paul!" I yelp flopping down into one of the big spinny chairs in front of the large desk. "You called for me?"

The man slowly closed his laptop lid, picking up the paper thin macbook and moving it to the other side of his immaculately organized desk, to the point that even a single paperclip out of place looked wrong. He clasped his large hands together and met my gaze as if he were afraid. "Troye." Paul says gently, his gravely voice rumbling in his chest. How's your new single coming along?"

"Great! I just altered the sections for The Fault In Our Stars that you said were bad and wanted me to edit out. But Tyler said that-" I broke off seeing his crooked expression as if he had smelt something foul. "What?"

"I think it is necessary that we talk about that friend of yours."

"Wha? Tyler? He's my bestfriend o'course! You all know that."

Paul sighed pulling out a thick file - my file - from one of the numerous metal cabinets by his desk, rifling through until he came across the page he was looking for. Pushing the folder to me I took one glance at it and felt my heart plummet. It wasn't the first time I'd gotten a letter like this. Ever so often I'd screw up and insult someone on the press or come across as rude and the company would send me a letter warning. Normally I would have some sort of an idea to what happened, but this one came across as a complete surprise.

"Dear Mr. Troye Sivan Mellet,

this is the head office management of EMI music department of Austrailia. Due to your recent actions and dismissive attitude towards the multiple warnings regarding your tour schedule and many booked shows revolving around one main reason, we are here to execute a dire decision. 

If you wish to remain a working artist in EMI we are asking you to distance yourself from Mr. Tyler Oakley. As due to your current condition and present partaking in your work with the company we have evidence and right to believe that Mr. Oakley has been both a distraction to your recording and composition. For professional reasons and for the good of your future as an artist, please consider the options above.

Best of Wishes,

Sandra Lee,

Head Office and Producing Management of EMI Australia.

"WHAT!"I yell shoving the letter back to Simon, anger and panic bubbling up inside of me. "You're making me chose between my bestfriend and my future? The two most important things in my life? Are you fucking insane?"

"Troye, please-"

"Don't you dare! What did he ever do to you? What did Tyler ever say to you that makes you hate him so much? No. What did WE ever do?"

"Mr. Mellet!" Simon bellows slapping his desk so hard that it shakes from the impact. "You are NOT allowed to speak to your upper in that tone of voice and language. You canceled two shows because of that boy! Two! And one being Maddison Square Garden where you were supposed to open for Taylor Swift! Young lad, if he were really your best friend then he'd be pushing you to do better, not taking your concentration and passion from your work!"

"Maddison was because of his birthday," I whisper feeling my anger sputter and die out into defeat.

"How about Rogers Arena?"

"He was sick and lonely back home! Please Simon," I beg feeling my knees go weak though I'm sitting stiff a board."I'm doing so well these days, you said so yourself. It won't happen again I swear it!"

He shook his head sadly, "I'm very sorry Troye, it's not my place to decide. I've tried to give you warnings and many head ups about this and you chose not to listen to me as usual. You've barely written anything original the past six months. It's a tough world this is, I know. But sometimes you must choose what's more important in life. Everyday you'll be faced with many choices to make and today, you must choose between your bestfriend or your dream. You're only fourteen Troye. Tyler is only with you right now. You'll make many new friends along the way."

//end of flashback//

He never knew how wrong he was. I never found a new friend that could even compare to what Tyler meant to me. And since then I've always hated making choices. 

••O•• 

A/N

hey guys! First off I'd like to dedicate this chapter to one of my most active readers troyehaverly haii ily tysm for all of your lovely comments and all that ish you make me smile. <3

Secondly I'm so sorry for not putting this chapter up earlier I meant to but I must've clicked the save and preview button instead of publish... I meant to tell you guys that I was going on vaca with the fam for like a week, but im back now. I went to Washington and Los Angeles and it was rlly fun. I got my bro into being a 5sos fan (kinda) i mean he was singing "she's kinda hot though" lol. oh and the llama song too. haha BE PROUD OF ME ISSA.  I also nearly fell off a kayak and drowned haha.

Oh! I also have a soundcloud playlist for this fic! here's the link: https://soundcloud.com/kellys-wattpad-playlist I'll put it in my bio later. 

im so tired so here's a kinda crappy chapter of their trip in brighton. ill see yall smexy human beans sometime soon. im gonna add some flashbacks so you can kinda see what troyler was like before this all happened.

have a good day, week, month, year, life, whatever.

ily. xx,

kelly.