The Youtuber Inn

So Close

(Connor's POV)
January 2, 1:00 am

(I have to travel back in time a bit for this chapter but it'll catch up)

I slung Troye's arm over my shoulder and half-dragged him to the car. I sat him down in the passengers seat and pulled his seatbelt over him. He gave a goofy smile and a long blink.

"You're so good to me." He said. I chuckled, walking around the car and getting behind the wheel. I started the car and backed out of the club parking lot, heading for our hotel.

The first majority of the ride was quiet, our windows up and the radio off. We got pretty close to the hotel and I decided i had to break the silence.

"Troye, you didn't have to punch that guy back there, I mean I, I could've handled it."
A beat. He hadn't responded, so I just kept talking.
"I don't know, I feel like maybe, it might've been more than just like, protecting me. More like, jealousy, or something? I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable or anything, or make any false accusations, I just thought maybe...ok, you know what, fuck it. I like you, Troye. I like you a lot. And if you don't feel the same way, that's fine, but if you do, you know.."
Another beat.
"Please say something before I throw up."

A third beat passed, and I didn't even realize we had just parked at the hotel.
I jerked my head toward Troye, looking at him for the first time since we started driving.

He was fucking sleeping.

I sighed, lightly banging my head against the wheel.

I turned toward him again. He was so peaceful and beautiful. I studied his features closely, admiring every inch of his perfectly delicate body. I stretched out my seat belt and leaned over to him, my face now hovering over his. I nearly kissed him, but instead just pressed his forehead against mine. I stayed hovered above him with our foreheads touching for a couple seconds, when suddenly his eyes popped open.

I stumbled away from his seat and back to mine, as if I were unbuckling.

"Oh wow perfect timing, we're here!" I stuttured, hoping he hadn't seen what happened. He smirked.

Dammit.

"Did you just kiss my forehead?" He asked, smiling at me.

I shook my head frantically.
"Nope."
At least I wasn't lying.

He just chuckled, giving me his famous wink.

Holy jesus mother of fuck.
I was fucking melting.

At one point I considered just pouncing on him right then and there, but then I remembered that I'm Connor Franta and I'm supposed to be
cute and cheesy and not too sexual and just the "let's see a movie and hold hands mua" kinda guy.

"Let's just get inside." I said nervously, my face hot and hands sweaty.

We got up to our floor with out a sound. As he started heading for his room, something slipped out of my mouth that I had not planned to say.

"I know things are kinda rough with you and Tyler, and, with Grace in the hospital, there's some space in my room, ya know, if you wanna like, i mean we wouldn't like, it's just-"

"Connor, I'd love to spend the night in your room."

I smiled, my cheeks barely blushing.

I swiped my room key across the small black censor, unlocking the thick wooden door. I grasped the sleek silver handle, welcoming Troye inside.

"You wanna drink?" I asked, pouring my self a glass of Grace's favorite red wine. We all planned to visit her again tomorrow.

He shook his head.
"Nah, I think I've had enough tonight." He slurred. I narrowed my brows.

"Oh, come on. It's Grace's favorite." I said teasingly.

Troye sighed. "Fuck it, why not."

I poured him a glass, making my way over to the couch. I knew it wasn't right, but i figured, the drunker i got him, the more details I could get.

"So, enjoying the trip so far?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, it's like, awesome. I just can't believe it's only been 4 days, ya know??"

"..2 days. It's only been 2 days."

"Whaaaaaa? That's so insane!" He chuckled. This was gonna be harder than I thought. I might as well get my self on his level.

-2 hours later, 3:00 am-

"Ok, ok, how many girls did you date before you came out?" I slurred, mid giggle.

"Honestly, Like, one or two?" He replied.

"What?! Only one or two? I dated like, 5!"

"Well, you came out later than me. Plus, I'm not exactly a casanova like you, Connor."

I was too drunk to blush.
"But you're like, gorgeous! You've got perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect lips."

There was a pause. A moment where we sat silently, focusing on eachother. A moment where our faces were just inches away.
A moment where our lips touched.

The kiss was unimaginably incredible. I knew it'd be good. I knew it'd be great. I knew it'd be the absolute best kiss of my life.
I didn't know it'd be the absolute best thing in my life.

It was soft and sweet, cool and refreshing, like resting your head against a pillow with an ice pack under it. But it was also warm and comforting, like snuggling up under A blanket by a fire.
It was perfect. He was perfect.

I felt his nimble fingers reach for the ends of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head, then resuming the kiss.
He set his hands on my chest. I held one by my side, the other lightly wrapped around his waist.

"Wait, wait. I wanna remember this." I said. He smiled.

I grabbed my phone in one hand and his shirt in the other, pulling him into another tight kiss. I took a picture.

The rest of the night was a blur.

-January 3rd, 9:30 am-

I woke up with Troye's head on my bare chest. A smile crept onto my face.
I planted a kiss on his head.
"Morning, sleeping beauty."

His eyes slowly peeled open.
"Connor?"

"Troye?" I chuckled, twirling my fingers through his hair. He sat up.

"Connor, what's going on?"

"Oh come on, don't play dumb."

"Connor I'm not 'playing dumb', tell me what happened."

And then it hit me. He was way too hungover to remember any of this.

"Troye, we kissed." I said,
"Like, a lot."

He furrowed his brows.
"What?"

"After Fold, you came back to my room, and we made out...and some other stuff.."

"Shit, Connor, we got drunk, and we, we kissed. If we did more than I, I'm sorry...I don't really remember the details but I know it didn't mean anything." Troye explained,
"I, I'm just not into you like that."

A beat.

"Just, don't tell anyone, ok? Don't tell anyone about this, or, or whatever happened last night. Just don't tell anyone."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry. I, I gotta go."
Troye rose from the couch, straightening his shirt and running his fingers through his hair.

I heard the door click shut.

So close.

(How the hellz did i get this many reads this fast wow you all are the best human beings ever. Im debating whether I should shorten the stay to 2 weeks or if i should skip around or if i should make this into 2 books bc it's been like 23 chapters and we're only on the morning of the 3rd day out of like 30 so there's that. Next chapter i'm about to make Marcus really awful i feel so bad omg ok don't hate me. Also if you haven't read just visiting you should go do that. Ily mua)