Past: Tronnor

Chapter 13

***Connor's P.O.V.***
(a while later in the day)

I look into the mirror of my bathroom. I'm back at the apartment now, Troye has been dropped off at the hotel along with Sage, I took their siblings back to their house in the jet as well.

It's not long before I get to see him again.

I sigh while looking at myself. My hair's the same everyday. Maybe I should try something different, I don't know, maybe just this time.

I flatten it out and look again into the mirror. Wow. I guess it looks ok. However, I'm not exactly brave enough to go out in public with that yet. Quickly I put it back into the original quiff and walk to my closet looking for an outfit. Its not like I'm going on a date. Just a casual dinner, as friends, or as business associates.

I shrug on a navy suit jacket, and pull on some navy blue dress pants. It's what I would usually wear if I were to go to a meeting or something like that. It seemed appropriate.

I finish dressing myself and walk into the living room. Once again, there's the huge bad-thoughts illustrator sitting right there in front of my face. Most people refer to it as a window though.

I put my hands in my pockets. The maids and everyone else who works in this apartment for me are gone by now. Just myself and my thoughts.

Troye. A fine young man. I'm sure he has a girlfriend. A man with that look must have a girlfriend. But did she
abuse him? Maybe it was one of his parents, siblings, or maybe someone from his school? Does he still even attend school?

I feel guilt for not telling anyone about it. I don't want him hurt, I wouldn't ever want anyone hurt. This is serious and I'm treating it like he was the one who took the last cookie and I'm the only one who knows. I wish it was that simple.

***flashback***

"No. I really do love you."

"Then why won't you tell anyone about me?! Are you embarrassed?" His cries don't show but I know they're happening.

"No, no that's not it. I just- I don't want anyone to make fun of me"

"So you ARE embarrassed! I knew it"

"I promise you it's not like that!"

"Save it. I don't want to see you ever again. I want you to know I love you. But I can't be with someone who's embarrassed by me."

I didn't want to tell anyone. I didn't want anyone to know.

***end of flashback***

It's not that I didn't want anyone to know about him. I just didn't want anyone to know I was gay. I wouldn't even tell my own family about him.

And now looking back at that day. Damn do I ever wish I did.

That was the last time I ever saw him. That was the last time I ever heard him say "I love you".

"Mr. Franta, the limo is out front" Says a voice over the intercom. I press the button to respond by saying "alright, I'll be right there"

Quickly I make my way down the hall to the elevator. I greet Jim, the doorman.

"Ground floor" I say.

"Alright" He says in his British accent, he pushes the buttons and we wait in the silence only filled with faint elevator music.

"Thank you" I tip him a five and walk out to the front, pleased to see that my driver is in fact there.

"Hello Richard" I greet him as I walk out.

"Hello Mr. Franta, where to?"

"The hotel for the models"

"Ah, yes, picking up Troye, is that right?"

"Hey," I say, "what did I say about asking me about what I'm doing?"

"Ugh," he sighs, "don't."

"Exactly"

I'm on my phone for the majority of the ride. I finally look up when Richard announces rather loudly "We're here!"

"Go in and get Troye" I demand.

"My pleasure" I should fire him for the sassy attitude, but something about that, that I don't mind.

Moments later Richard opens the door allowing Troye in.

He's cleaned up well. I didn't even tell anyone to dress him up.

"Oh, hello" He smiles a glorious smile.

"Hi"

"Come, sit" I smile back at him.

He sits down and Ricky closes the door.
I push up the separator between the back of the limo and the drivers seat.

"So how are you... I mean from the four hours ago I saw you?" I ask.

"Well, I can't ever say good, but I'm doing well-ish"

"So tell me about yourself"

"Like what do you want to know?"

"I don't know, anything you want to share?" He pauses.

"Well..."

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Oh heyyyy! Seriously tell me if you guys are liking this fanfic or not because I don't know if it's good or not. Anyway, I've been kind of annoyed and just need to rant that other girls flirting with your boyfriend is really really freaking annoying and it's even worse when you can't stand them in the first place. So yea, other than that I'm sorry to leave it on such a cliff hanger, the picture above is of the limo, not that exciting but I feel like it's still needed i don't really know. Currently listening to Common Culture while I wrote this. I feel like listening to music while writing changes the mood of it so maybe I should put a "listen to" thing at the top of each chapter. Like download Spotify and I'll give you guys playlists to listen to, tell me what you think of that cause once again, idk. That's it for this chapter k cool.

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