(a/n can i just say something one of my bracelets broke while i was writing this chapter)

Troye's POV

Five Years Later

I stand in front of Oakley's Enterprise nervously fixing my suit cuffs, my manager and best friend Emma urgently talking away to who ever is on the other side of the call. The fact that I'm standing here about to see him again makes me shake with uncertainty. I fucked up.

I don't know what he's going to do when he sees me again, surely he knows about this meeting? It makes me sick to know that I broke every single promise I made to him. I promised him I'd make up for all my mistakes in ten months, five years ago and now I'm here hoping to work with him? I told my label that it was a stupid idea and that there was no way in hell he'd even consider looking through my request files, but strangely enough his company replied almost instantly saying he approved and here I am now, about to see the man to whom I'm still most certainly in debt to, and perhaps even attracted to after more than twenty years.

"Mr. Mellet, Mr. Oakley will see you shortly. Please wait in the office on the second floor number 236." With a curt nod I made my way towards the elevator with Emma and two security guards flanking my sides. Saying I was nervous would be an understatement, after working in the industry for nearly my whole life it's actually kind of ironic to how I'm practically shaking as the minutes goes by. I've been judged and praised for everything I do ever since I stepped into the spot light by both strangers, my colleagues and even family and friends. But now as I'm waiting for him to show up I can't help but feel like I'm back, waiting in the room full of nervous teenagers hoping to be signed by EMI twenty years ago.

The door cracks open and I nearly choke as the blond man enters his stature tall and authoritative. Simultaneously both my best daydream and biggest nightmare, yet absolutely beautiful. 

He's changed so much.

I stand to great him, my knees nearly bucking with how unstable I am and I try desperately to calm my breaths. "Mr. Mellet," Tyler greats me with a blank face his features void of all signs of feelings and remembrance to who we are, no were. "It's nice to see you again, five years, huh? How the tables have turned. I never thought that we'd be here in such a position."

I grimace feeling my walls start to crumble as I desperately try to keep my emotions in check. "Yes, neither have I."

"So, you wanted to sign with my company to make a film and or documentary is that correct?" He asks going straight to the point, his eyes not once leaving my face. My breath hitches as he continues to stare me down, coughing nervously I glared at him. "Yes I wanted to ask if it would be arrangeable."

He smirked, at last looking away from me finally allowing me to breath freely again. Snapping his fingers, immediately a young man made his way to Tyler's side, "I'm going to need to ask you to escort everyone out I need to speak to Mr. Mellet in private." My eyes widened comically as I watched Emma leave, begging her with my eyes to stay. I didn't want to be alone with Tyler, God know's I'd probably start crying if he pushed my buttons any further.

"Troye," Tyler sighed once everyone left making his way to my side. "Why are you here? What do you want from me Troye Sivan?" He begged his eyes desperately searching my face. A sob rose in my chest and I choked it down fighting back tears. Truth be told, all I wanted to do was to fucking hug him and tell him that I was sorry. Sorry for everything I ever did to him and for ruining his life. I just wanted to get the fuck out of here and never see him again because my heart can't stand being broken anymore. How hypocritical that it is me now wanting to run when I was the one who signed up for this. 

"Nothing." I whispered, looking away from him, blinking back tears. "I didn't think you'd see me. I'm sorry!" I burst out, "I'm fucking sorry for ruining your life, I'm sorry for coming back and for making promises that I couldn't keep. I shouldn't have came, it was stupid of me to want more then I could handle anyways. I'm glad you're safe and happy. Thanks for making time to see me." I scrambled up from my seat running for the door as warm tears fell from my eyes but before I could make it out a hand circled my wrist and pulled me to a stop.

"Stop it." Tyler breathed, pulling me back to his side. "Fucking, stop. You can't just show up at my office  after five years and make some half assed excuse and leave again. Do you know how much it breaks me each time I see your name as I scroll through twitter, or when I'm listening to the radio on the way to work and your songs come on? I can't take it anymore. You can't do this to me." He sobbed letting go of my wrist and raking his hands through his hair as he took stuttering breaths. "And now that you're here standing in front of me looking like a god damn angel, so fucking gorgeous and looking so damn nervous all I want to do is take you into my arms and never let you go again but Troye Sivan, you're known for leaving people damned and broken. God knows you left me shattered more times then I'd like to remember. I'm twenty nine now. I've been waiting for you to fulfill that promise since we were fourteen. How much longer am I supposed to wait?"

"I-I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Sorry doesn't fucking cut it anymore," he yells suddenly "Am I supposed to die waiting for you as you go around kissing other boys and get married and have a nice family while I'm here sitting, wondering not ever knowing to where I fucked up? Why I wasn't ever good enough for you?"

"Tyler," I breathed, "trust me when I say this it isn't you, it's me. I keep trying to forget about you, I keep going around hoping that someone will out match you but no one makes me feel the way you made me feel. I'd ask you to marry me right here and right now but I can't. I don't want to fuck up the way we did so many times before. I'm not going to make anymore promises because I know I am incapable of keeping them. So I beg you, give me one more chance to prove to you all the things that I've failed to do before."

"Why should I let you hurt me again."

"Because I love you, and I won't hurt you anymore. I've always loved you and all I ever needed was to be reminded of you again. To be reminded of us."

"You make promises to break them." He chuckled humourlessly. "Just like those string bracelets so many years ago, the fact that they didn't break is a miracle. When Connor died, I took it as a sign that it was time to move on. He asked us to be happy and we made those bracelets as a promise to be friends as long as they stayed by our sides. It was childish but it kept me going and now there's nothing left. Nothing left of us but broken hearts and shattered promises."

"What if I told you I still had those bracelets."

"Then you'd be lying, because if you still had them then you'd be an idiot."

"Why am I an idiot Tyler? I still have them because it's my promise to myself, to Connor and to you that whatever happens will have an happily ever after."

"I don't believe in happily ever afters."

"Well, that's alright because I believe in us."

I took out my wallet from my suit pocket and pulled out two faded bracelets just barely held together. "These bracelets I was given to by Cheryl after Connor's funeral. And attached to the box was two words and do you know what they said? They said 'Be Happy.'"

Tyler froze, his face draining of colour as his eyes glazed over with tears. "Are these really the original ones?" He whispered reaching out to take them from me. 

"Yes. I kept them because I believe in us. I want to have a happily ever after with you Tyler. I know this sounds like yet another one of those promises that you think I'm going to break, but what can I say? Promises are made to be broken and I would be the perfect example of an broken promise."

Clutching the bracelets to his chest it seemed like we were suddenly 14 again. Just like the day so long ago when I told him I was leaving him forever and he threw the bracelets at me and stormed away with his heart broken. But now it seemed like the past was repeated itself but this time I had the choice of fixing my mistakes or letting history repeat itself and loose him once and for all.

"You're going to leave me again aren't you Troye? You're going to leave me just like Adam did. You're going to pack all of your feelings into boxes and start to leave me and by the time you're already over me. You're going to tell me that you're done with me and leave me all over again. Are you trying to break me? Because if you are you've done a great job at that. I'm nothing but an empty shell and I'm fucking twenty nine now, I'm still not married and I haven't dated since we were teens. And you? You've probably got side hoes everywhere you go, guys throwing themselves at you. Ha, forgot what you promised me already?" He spat bitterly glaring at me. My bottom lip trembled as his words sunk in.

"I fucked up." I whispered.

"Yes. Yes, you did. And I've been waiting for years for you to realize that. For you to realize that you fucked up and for you to change."

"How do you want me to change?" I begged looking up at him through my lashes. "I'll resign from my label, I'll leave the industry completely! Just tell me what you want me to do to prove to you that I've grown up. Because I have, I really really have Tyler..."

"Troye, I don't want you to leave your label, I don't want you to stop singing. I want you to learn how to put others before yourself."

I straightened up, took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eye. "Tyler," I choked, "you were one of the best things that has ever happened to me and just like the idiot I am. The fool that never knows love until he lets it go; I let you go and I've regretted it every day of my life. So I want to make a proposal - No! Not a marriage proposal, not yet at least. One day I will. I want to make a proposal and ask to start over again. Pretend we've never met, and we can start fresh. I promise- No, I will. I will make this right." Taking a deep breath I stretched out my hand to him and fixed my suit. "Hello, my name is Troye Sivan Mellet. I'm twenty nine years old, I am a singer/performer. It's lovely to meet you."

He looked at me, hesitating, as if witnessing all twenty nine years of our past playing through his mind at once and finally, taking a trembling breath he shook my hand. "Nice to meet you Troye Sivan, I'm Mathew Tyler Oakley, but please call me Tyler. I'm also twenty nine and I think this is going to be the best beginning of the most happily ever after."

the end.

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a/n 

holy crap, it's been so long oh my god.

my apologies i just really really needed a break from this fan fiction and this my friend is the ending of Remind Me. Thank You so much for sticking with me and to everyone who's dealt with me on twitter or wattpad or even in real life I appreciate you so much. I also saw troye on February 3rd and i held his hand lol so yeah. 

the moral of this story is not the love story, nor the deaths and the bracelets. The moral of the story is that everyone has a time line with everyone they meet/ come in contact with. The woman who sold you bread at the super market that you see every weekend? well she may just turn out to be the woman who gave life to your husband or wife or whoever you end up marrying in the future. The small boy you helped? he may just be the next president of the united states (god forbid that you helped donald trump though because he'd be the last president of america) whatever it is. If you're meant to be with them, no matter what happens you'll end up together. But if the time is up, the more you force it the faster the friendship and connection is going to run away. Tyler and Troye for instance in the book they could have easily never seen each other again after Troye left Tyler for the industry at 14, but the bracelets kept them together and gave them hope like a lifeline that they held on to. When the bracelets were supposedly gone it symbolizes that their time is drawing short unless they change. And so they did, they didnt see each other for 5 years even though Troye promised Tyler to change in 10 months if he came back and proposed in ten months perhaps they would have broken up and separated hating each other. But giving life the time it needed hopefully with a new beginning they could mend their friendship and even find something more.

Remind Me is the first long chaptered fics I've ever completed and it means so much to me. Through writing this I've grown so much. It's been with me since the first real internet youtube friend I've made in the fandom till now where they've all come and gone. Some have stuck through and some have left me. But i feel like this fan fiction has dealt through so much, it's definitely not perfect. Through the first draft i have in a notebook, the story plan, the ending, the climax it has changed so much. Infact this isn't even a planned ending. I have another ending written but it just doesn't seem right. I'm known to be the girl that everyone calls "Angst Whore" who's books are a roller coaster of emotions and crazy plot mishaps and i'm known for my sad endings. The endings that never leave readers smiling, because it usually results in someone dying or someone leaving the other but now in Remind Me though the temptation is still there to make it sad I am so happy to leave Troye and Tyler like this. If you're familiar with the Legend series this ending may seem familiar but if you haven't then don't worry, but go read it! it's one of my favourite book series and it's such a beautiful story.

so this is the end of an era. 

it's time for me to say goodbye and bid Troye and Tyler their way through life a successful journey. Thank you all so much for sticking with me. For believing in me. Perhaps in a few weeks or months I'll come back to write an epilogue but who knows. and maybe even a prequel or a sequel if i fall back into it again.

prequel title: Remember Me

this book: Remind Me

sequel: Remember Us

Thank you once again, hope you have a good day, night, week, year, life.

love,

kelly.

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