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Troye stumbled back to his hotel room tiredly, not ready to have to wake up early yet again to catch another flight. He didn't know what city he was in anymore, and he almost didn't care. Everything was just a blur of sleep deprivation and loneliness.

Loneliness? Yes, Troye felt quite alone at the moment. While he did keep in touch with his family, friends, and fans, the lack of physical presence bothered him. Soon, he kept telling himself, soon I will be home.

But for now Troye Sivan collapsed on to the large hotel bed. He didn't care to change into pyjamas, because of his lack of motivation to do such.

He curled up on top of the hotel room's sterile white sheets, suddenly feeling more awake than the previous moments before. His sudden awakening was probably due to the fact that the air conditioner decided to turn on, and it was both noisy as hell and fucking freezing. He was too lazy to crawl under the covers, and instead wallowed in misery at how cold he was, and how badly he just wanted a warm body to snuggle next to.

Troye woke to the blaring of his phone's alarm, blinking sleepily and yawning before turning off the blaring alarm. He didn't know when he had fallen asleep, but he wanted to sleep some mo-

But the hotel room's air conditioner sputtered before blasting a freezing cold onslaught of air. God damn it.

Troye rolled off the bed, shivering, before grabbing his travel clothes and seeking refuge in the warm bathroom to change. Luckily by the time he came out of the bathroom with his dirty clothes in hand, the air conditioner had ceased making its racket. He shoved his clothes into his suitcase, before zipping it up and grabbing his phone, leaving the hotel room. He checked out of his room at the receptionist's desk, before heading out to the busy street side and hailing a cab whose destination was the airport.