Tronnor (Vidcon)

Chapter 4

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, trying to calm down and catch my breath, I finally speak.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you guys. I just don't want to talk about it. I'm still trying to...I don't know, figure stuff out I guess" I admit.

I don't know how I can talk about this knowing that Troye is sitting right next to me, listening to every word, or the fact that he just witnessed my breakdown.

"We get it, and I'm sorry for bringing it up. I just thought that if we talked to you about it we could force it out of you and help" Tyler says.

"You can't help me. I don't want your help" I say, sounding like a child.

"Fine, we won't talk about it anymore" Troye says and puts his arm around my shoulder.

"But you do know that you can talk to us about anything right?" Troye asks but doesn't give me a chance to answer before continuing.

"You were right when you said we know what it's like. We HAVE dealt with it, just not at the same age. We know it's difficult but you have amazing supporters" he finishes, giving me a weak smile.

"I know" I say and bravely lean my head on his shoulder, "thanks" I say and all of a sudden feel tired. I let out a small yawn and I feel Troye laugh.

"Let's go to bed, okay Con?" Troye asks.

"Okay" I say and slowly lift my head off of his shoulder. Troye gets up and walks to the other side of the bed.

I pull back the covers on my side and I'm to lazy to change so I get in with my jeans and tear-stained t-shirt.

"Connor, please change" Troye says and hands me the sweatpants and t-shirt I wore last night. I look at him and slowly take the clothes.

"At least change your jeans" he says and pulls the covers away from me so that I am no longer warm.

"Troooye" I groan.

"No, go change. I am being a good friend by making you do this" he says and I try to laugh but no sound comes out.

I get out of our bed and change my pants and t-shirt, not caring if Troye and Tyler can see me or not. I get back in bed and Troye hands me the covers again.

"Goodnight Tilly" Troye says getting into the bed.

"Goodnight Troye, Goodnight Connor" Tyler says.

"Night Ty" I say, "Goodnight Tro".

"Goodnight Con" he says and I can feel his leg against mine, barely touching.

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When I wake up, I feel something pressed against me. At first I think it's my laptop because at home I always seem to fall asleep with my laptop on.

But when I open my eyes and see curly brown hair in my face, I know it's a person. Troye to be exact.

I feel my heartbeat start to pick up and I move my head slightly. Troye's arms are loosely wrapped around me and his head is on my chest.

I hear someone clear their throat and realize Tyler is looking at me.

"Morning" he says quietly and raises an eyebrow.

"Good morning" I say quietly, not wanting to wake Troye up.

Tyler gets out of bed and walks over to me. He points his phone screen at me and shows me a picture of Troye and I sleeping.

"Tyler!" I scream-whisper.