***Connor's P.O.V.***
"I know I just- I wasn't expecting you to" Troye seems shocked I would do such a thing as simple as calling.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know, I guess I thought- you know what- how was your flight?" He changes the subject rather quickly.
"It was lovely. We planned out my schedule for this week, nothing much else"
"That's nice, are you nervous for the show tonight?" Such a silly question he asks.
"I'm always nervous, I'm nervous talking to you right now" I can feel him blushing.
"I'm sure you'll do great, you always do"
"Thanks, that means a lot, I wish I could talk more but I have to go down to the studio to get ready"
"Have fun, I'll be watching" His rather cheery voice relaxes me.
"Thanks, I'll be thinking of you, goodbye Troye" before he can say anything more I hang up and join Bethany, Zoe, And Dan by one of the food places in the airport.
"We just ordered, we'll be sitting over there" Zoe points to a table for four.
"Ok, I'll be right there" I order a salad and pay, once they give it to me I take a seat at the table.
"Who were you talking to?" Bethany asks.
"Just a friend" I say casually, then I take a fork-full of lettuce.
I look up to see all three of them smirking at me.
"Who's the lucky lady?" Zoe asks assuming it's a girl.
"It's not a lady, I told you it's not anyone of importance, it's just that model Troye"
"Oh right" Dan says most likely remembering Troye.
We all eat our food and wait outside until the driver arrives. Ten minutes late.
"If you are going to be late one more time-" I start while everyone is piling into the limo, "I swear I'll fire you"
"I promise you I won't"
"Good" I say sternly, being back in New York means being strict again.
"Drive us to the studio then take our bags back to our own houses."
"Will do" he drives down the busy streets occasionally honking at taxi's in the wrong lane, or people walking across the street when they shouldn't be.
"Here we are, NBC studios" he unlocks the doors and we all get out onto the dirty gum-covered sidewalk. He drives away as we walk under the over-hang and into the building.
We walk to the desk in the middle of the room where a man and woman sit, the man assisting someone in where they should go, and the woman typing away on her computer. She looks up when I lean against the counter top.
"How can I help you?"
"I'm Connor Franta, here for the Jimmy Fallon show"
"Oh right right, nice to meet you, she gets up and shakes my hand along with Dan, Zoe, and Bethany who all introduce themselves.
"Josh I'm taking these people to the Jimmy Fallon set, cover for me" She turns to the man behind her to tell him this as she gets up from her chair.
"Right this way" she leads us to a dressing room with my name written on it. "here you are, good luck" she smiles closing the door behind her.
"Thank you" I walk in with astound at the room.
A tray of cookies sit on the coffee table in the middle of two chairs and a couch. A vanity mirror with makeup and hair products placed on top of the table.
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Fanfiction"Once you start to care for someone is when you give them the power to hurt you" Troye Sivan has been in a previous abusive relationship, but when he decides to break away a whole new world is opened up to him. A world of fashion. Connor Franta is...
