Love Me Harder (Tronnor AU)

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Troye's P.O.V

I searched for Con in the crowd but I couldn't find him, until I realised he was... Locking lips with a girl. He looked pretty deep into it. I could feel the smile fall from my face and the tears build up behind my eyes. Then she came up to me.
'He enjoyed it anyway,' she said. I could feel my breathing get heavier. My mouth was bone dry. I made eye contact with Con but that just made it worse. My tears were unlocked by his green gaze. I ran, out of Claire's house, down the road, I didn't care if anyone was following me, I just wanted to get away from everything.

I found a wooded area, it seemed empty. I sat on a tree stump, a bottle of vodka in my hand. My lips kissed the bottle, like that girl on Connor. My eyes stung from the tears and my throat burned from the strength of the vodka. I put my head in my hands and cried. I felt shattered. We had been dating for so long. Was I not good enough for him? After all, forever has an expiry date.

'Excuse me,' I heard a voice say.
I looked up at a guy who was looking down on me.
'Are you OK?' he asked.
'No, actually,' I sighed and wiped my tears from my eyes.
'Why?' he asked.
'My boyfriend.'
'Want a smoke?' he passed me a cigarette.
'I don't smoke...'
'Oh. So do you want to talk about it?' he smoked the cigarette.
'OK. I was at a party with him and he...' I could feel the tears come back, 'kissed a girl. She said he enjoyed it...'
'Don't worry about it,' he leaned in and hugged me. He smelled strongly of weed and tobacco but I hugged back anyway, 'OK I should go, bye lil guy, cheer up.' He stood up and walked away. After he was gone, I began to cry again.

'TROYE!' I heard someone yell, 'IS THAT YOU?' I lifted my head from my hands, it was Connor.
'What?' I grunted.
'I am so sorry!' he began, his voice cracking slightly.
'You enjoyed it, didn't you?'
'No! I didn't! I hated it!'
'She said you liked it, don't lie..'
'I'm so sorry, she was drunk and I couldn't get her off me.'
'Ugh forget it!' I stood up, 'I'm done.' I began to walk away from him.
'Troye,' he began to follow me, 'stop, I want to tell you my story.'
I stopped and turned around, looking deeply into his eyes, I said 'what about the third story, what about the truth?'
He paused. It was a long pause, hinting the awkward tension.
'You did, didn't you?' I carried on walking.

Honestly, I would love to accept his apology but something about me wasn't ready to. I hated what he did however I wanted to turn around and forgive him but something told me to keep walking. It's like my body and my subconscious mind were working together, it's as if my brain switched off and I had no control over my actions.
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A/N Hiiii
So I officially became a Jonnor shipper, like a hardcore one.
Also some verified dude just followed me on Twitter.
K enjoy this random life update.
I love you so much xxxxxxx