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A/N
THIS ONE WAS FROM A TUMBLR PROMPT POST SO IM SORRY IF YOU DONT LIKE IT!! I'm going to make it couple-y and you'll like it I hope!
Recommended song: Shower~ Becky G (you'll understand)
The whole story will be from Connor's POV btw!
Enjoy!
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I walk into the bathroom, taking off all of my clothing, and turn on the shower. I climb in, letting the brisk water hit my body. I hear my neighbour's shower turn on as well, and I check the time. 10:21. Same time as always.
He begins singing, and I smile. Today, he has chosen to sing "Shower" by Becky G. It's unfortunate that we have never met. We both have the same music taste, and he's an amazing singer.
Troye: Think of you when I'm going to bed
Connor: When I wake up think of you again
This goes on for a good half hour, until all the hot water is used up. I tap on the wall, twice, signalling I want to talk. "You know, neighbour you've never told me your name." I hear him sigh, and he replies; "Tonight. 6:00 sharp. My apartment." I smile, thinking that I'll finally get to know the person I've been singing with in the shower with for about a year.
I tap on the wall three times, which means goodbye, and I begin to dry myself off, not once thinking of this sexy stranger, whom I hope to god it's gay. As I pull on my dress pants, and my nice shirt. I grab my briefcase, and I'm off to work, at Common Culture, my company.
As I get into my car, I wonder what this stranger does. Does he have a singing career? I hope he does. Common Culture is all about discovering up and coming artists. As I go through a typical day, many meetings, hiring new employees, finding new artists and also charity projects.
As 5:00 approaches, I begin to pack up my things, and then it's time to go to meet him. I sit in the LA traffic for what seems like an eternity, but is only about 20 minutes, better than usual. I walk swiftly to my apartment, opening the door and rushing to my room to change into my dark skinny jeans and green jumper.
I fix my quiff, and I'm off. I lock my door, and walk next door. I take a deep breath, and knock on the door three times. I wait in anticipation, and then, the door opens. A tall, skinny, curly haired boy stands there, smiling at me. "I'm Troye." He holds his hand out for me to shake. "Connor." He backs up, and gestures for me to come in. His apartment is just like mine, but slightly messier.
"Sorry for the mess, I'm not much for cleaning, and I'm quite busy lately." I smile, noticing his adorable Australian accent. He goes to the kitchen, picking up the phone. "So... I'm not a great cook, do you want to order in? Or we could attempt to cook." I smile, and blush. "Whatever you want is fine." I say, as I look into his deep blue eyes.
"You have nice eyes." He blushes. "Thanks, Connah." I almost have a heart attack right on the spot. The way he says my name. Agggghhhhh. I just want to grab his face and kiss him right now. He orders our food, and we sit on the couch.
"So, what do you do for a living, Connah?" I smile, looking down to my feet. "Well, I have my own business. It's called Common Culture. We basically discover up and coming artists, oh and we also have a coffee line." His eyes widen. "Wow! That's amazing!"
"How about you, Troye?" He places his hands on his knees. "I'm a singer. Right now, I'm working on my first album." I smile, thinking of how successful he'll probably be. "Well, if you ever need help getting noticed, you know who to call." He smiles, looking to the floor. "But you're a pretty amazing singer." He blushes, looking up at me.
I glance at his face, studying it. I notice a small mark, under his left eye. He looks at my forehead, and touches it. "What's this?" I smile. "I bumped my head on a dresser when I was four."
"And it made a big bump like that? Wow." I smile. "So, where are you from?" I wonder. "I'm from Perth. I came here to pursue music." I nod my head. "You?" I run my hand through my quiff. "I'm from La Crescent. It's in Minnesota. Really small town. Like 2 stores." He smiles. "Small town boy!" I giggle.
After a while of getting to know each other, our food arrives, and we eat, talking about anything and everything. After a bit of eating, we decide to get out some wine, and we move back to the couch.
"So, Troye. 20 questions." He smiles and nods his head quickly. "Okay. Middle name?" He sips his wine. "Sivan." I nod. "Mine is Joel." He pats my shoulder. "Connor Joel Franta!" I giggle. "Troye Sivan Mellet!"
He walks over to the TV, turning on Netflix. "Let's watch a movie!" I smile at his enthusiasm. "Sure!" He goes through the menu, before selecting Mean Girls. "This one is my fave!" I hear thunder outside, and see rain on the window. I shiver.
Troye notices me shivering, and goes to his room. He comes out with a huge purple duvet. "I have extras!" I smile, and he covers both of us with the blanket. After watching the whole movie, we turn on The Purge. I take the opportunity, and move closer to him, and he moves his arm, placing it around me.
All I can think is; holy shit. I'm cuddling the single most beautiful boy in the world. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he smiles down at me. A face pops up on the scream, and I jump, putting both arms around Troye, and he places both arms around me, stroking my back.
I blush, and I feel him laying down. We both lay on the couch, me on top of him, and he strokes my back. I rest my head on his chest, and I look up at him. He smiles down at me again, before pulling his lips to mine. We only kiss for a few seconds, but it was perfect. Electric.
"I... Um..." He cuts me off by kissing me again, this time with more passion. He runs his tongue across my lip, and I open my mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue in. I bring my hands up to his hair, running them through the curly, adorable mess that is his hair.
The movie ends, and I feel myself getting tired. "I should... Probably go home." I stand up, but he grabs my hand. "Can I come with you?" I smile, and nod. We walk hand in hand out the door, and to my apartment. I unlock the door with no trouble at all, and we walk inside.
He looks around, obviously surprised with how clean it is. "I keep a very organized and clean house" he walks over to my book shelf, noticing a record player, and he looks through my records. "I should let you borrow my Amy Winehouse album." I smile once again, and walk over to my room, noticing what time it is.
"Troye! It's 3am!" He walks in, smirking. "Bitch please. Sometimes I don't sleep at all." I roll my eyes, and pull of my shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers. "I'm going to bed!" He smiles, and takes off all his clothes, except his boxers.
He jumps onto the bed with me, and gets under the covers. "I'm so glad we met." He whispers. "Me too." He tilts my chin up, and kisses me. "Goodnight Con Da Bon." I turn over, so he can spoon me. "Goodnight, Troye boy" he wraps his arms around me, and we fall asleep peacefully.
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A/N
This story progressed so quickly omg! I still liked it! Make sure to send prompts on messages, or in my Tumblr ask box! Until next time, mates! xxx
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