Tronnor One Shots

Moving Through

I was walking away from the security line I had just left Troye in, after confessing my feelings. He didn’t say anything, and I got it. I knew he didn’t feel the same way, but I had to throw it out into the open. All of a sudden, I heard a shout from behind. I turned to see Troye running towards me, and he stopped right against me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and said, “Connor, I- before I leave, I need you to know, I need you to know that I like you too, and I want to be with you.”

I heard a knock on my door, but I didn’t even move. Eventually, the door opened, and I could hear Tyler’s voice, speaking to me, but I was too tuned out to make out what he was saying. He sat next to me on my bed, and put his hand on my back. I ignored it.

“Connor?”

I looked up, and he looked at my blank face, pausing before continuing, “Con, Zoe is visiting from England, she wants to meet for coffee.”

“Why?”

“Because she missed you, and wants to see how you’re holding up.”

I let him guide me out of my room, and we left the house, me still in my sweatpants and overly sized sweater.

We arrived at the coffee shop in a matter of minutes, and Zoe was already there. She stood, and hugged me tightly. 

“Hey Connor,” she said. “How are you?”

I shrugged, looking at my feet. Zoe and Tyler went to order us coffees, as I sat down at our table. They brought me back my favorite latte, and I accepted it with no response, I just pulled it nearer to me, and stirred it a few times.

“I love you,” Troye said, looking deep into my eyes, and breathing deeply, he was perfectly content. 

I smiled gently at my boyfriend, happier than ever, as I responded for the first time, “I love you too.”

We held each other, went on tumblr, checked our subscriptions, and a few other things, for hours. We stayed in bed all day, and it was amazing.

“We could have had it all!” I yelled throwing my water glass against the wall. It shattered into so many pieces, littered across the ground, the water streaming down the bricks. “We did have it all!”

I picked up something else to throw. A picture of us, from New Zealand. I threw it too, right where I broke the glass. “Now it’s fucking gone! It’s all gone, and you’re gone!”

I looked around me, throwing my hands up, “and where are my friends? Where were the doctors, when you were on your deathbed? Where were my fucking parents?”

I screamed, “fucking hell!” I punched my lamp, and it fell over, the light flickering off, leaving me in the dark. 

I heard the sound emitting from my computer, telling me that I was receiving a Skype call. I looked, and saw that it was Troye. I grinned, and pressed the green accept button. 

“Hey babe!” I exclaimed, carrying the laptop to my kitchen, where I was cooking dinner.

Troye waved, “hey Con.”

“What’s up?” I asked, looking at his face, still gorgeous as ever, despite the pixelated picture. 

“Oh, not much, I just got home from the studio.”