Forever and Always (a Connor Franta Fanfic)

Chapter 6

"H-hope?" He stutters. "I know I only met you today, but it feels like I've known you forever, cliche I know." he says with a chuckle. "I don't know, you're just special. Different from everyone else, in a mysterious, yet wonderful way. I know what you've been through, and damn it's alot, but I'll put an end to all that pain you go through on a daily basis. I'll keep you safe, forever and always."

(A/N WHATS UP TITLE REFERENCE?)

He speaks. The words flow from his mouth like liquid gold. "So, Hope, will you do the honor, of being my girlfriend?" He says looking me strait in the eyes. Holy. Shit. OHMYGOD. HELP. CAN SOMEONE HELP ME. THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER. I don't even care if I'm only in a bra and underwear, I curl up into his chest and start to drift off into sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of Connor. Right before I drift off into sleep, I say,

"No shit, idiot."

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Hopes P.O.V

"Netflix?" Connor asked with a mischievous grin.

"Who do you think I am?" I responded. His excited look dropped. "Of course!" I screamed. We skipped over to the couch, hand in hand. I scrolled through the choices. "Mean girls or perks?" Whenever me and Nikki have sleepovers (which is quite often considering what I live with) we spend hours watching Netflix but she won't watch anything but those two.

"Perks! Who do you think I am?" He exclaimed, emphasizing the I. I selected 'the perks of being a wallflower' and the movie began. He wrapped his arm tightly around my waist, as I snuggled into his warm chest. I tried to focus on the screen, but I was too exhausted from today's events. Y'know, almost getting raped is pretty tiring.

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I woke up to the sound of voices. I opened my eyes and saw Connor, Kian, Jc, and 2 girls holding their hands chatting quietly in the kitchen. They probably noticed the look of confusion plastered across my face because Kian spoke up.

"Oh Hope! You're awake! This is Andrea, my girlfriend," he gestured to the beautiful girl holding his hand. She had long, chocolate brown hair loosely flowing past her shoulders. Her brown eyes shimmered as she looked up at Kian, and her grey smokey eye suited her perfectly. She wore black high waisted shorts, and a grey crop top that read 'California' across the front.

"Hope, this is my girlfriend, Jenn." Jc spoke, a grin making its way across his face as he said her name. She had strait, long, blonde hair that was the perfect length for her. Her blue eyes stood out from the thin black line, across her lash line, slightly winging out at the end. Jenn wore simple black leggings, a plain grey tee shirt, and a red plaid flannel tied around her waist.

(A/N) okay so if you don't ship Jenn and Jc I understand but don't make comments about it. I ship them (so hard omf) and this is my story so I can have whoever I want dating. So ha. But like guyss how can u not ship them. The vids they did together are literally 3 mins of Jc penny flirting. K bye. Rant over.)

They were both gorgeous, holy shit. I looked down at my wrinkled 'Frantastic Mondays' sweater, smudged makeup, and black shorts, that we're ending at uneven places on my thighs.

I tried to fix myself up a little bit, and as I looked up at Connor he snickered at me and held his arms out wide. I waddled over to him, like a penguin and wrapped my arms around his neck. I cuddled my face into his sweater and he snaked his arms around my waist. We stayed like this in comfortable silence and I looked back up at him after a few moments. My eyes scanned his face. I studied the way the left side of his lip goes up, slightly more than the right. The gold flecks running through his green orbs. The way his hair still looked flawless, even while being smushed under the maroon beanie he was currently wearing. He pecked my nose, before I heard Kian start talking.

"Look at them holding hands. I want them dead." He spoke to his vlogging camera, referencing the hunger games. I hissed at him, like an angry cat, my arms lingering around Connors neck.

"Now we know why Connor likes her!" Jc stuck his face in the view of the camera.

"Guys, I need to get ready?" I spoke, the statement coming out as more of a question.

They all nodded looking confused about why I just said one of the most random statements I could have chosen.

"She doesn't really have clothes," Connor spoke for me. "Well like she does...but like...she...can't like get them?" He stuttered. The confusion on their faces grew even stronger.

"Huh?" Andrea asked. I felt tears starting to grow in my eyes at the thought of going back to my dad. It's going to be even worse because I didn't tell him where I was going. The tears threatened to spill over my waterline. Don't you fucking cry Hope. Crying is for weaklings. Don't be weak. You're going to make a terrible first impression you idiot!

"You aren't weak," Jenn said, giving me a reassuring smile. Damn, I guess I said that out loud. I escaped from Connors arms and walked into Jenns embrace. She rubbed small circles on my back as I calmed down. After I stopped being fucking weak and scaring them away, Jenn spoke up. "Do you want to tell us what's wrong? If you don't feel comfortable that's totally okay." She asked giving me a warm smile. I looked around the group and everyone was standing there, looking concerned.

"A-alright, I guess," I said "My dad abuses me, and my mom. Just me now though. When I was 11 my mom committed suicide. She left me a note saying she loves me and on my 20th birthday to tell her best friend Daphne to tell me something. So now I'm abused and raped everyday, by my own father." I spoke, warm tears streaming down my face, probably getting mascara everywhere. "The only person I can trust is my neighbor, Nikki. She's the only friend I have so I guess she's my best friend?" I looked up at everyone, who all had tears running down their cheeks. I looked back down at the floor. I made them do this. I made them cry. Connor wrapped his arms around me in a comforting, tight hug. He comforted me, whispering soothing things in my ear. "shh its okay. Its alright. We love you." But all I could think about was the quote, 'Everyday I fight a war against the mirror, can't take the person staring back at me. I'm a hazard to myself. I am my own worst enemy. It's bad when you annoy yourself.'

(A/N) SO THIS CHAPPIES DONE COOL TBH I FOUND THAT QUOTE ON TUMBLR. LOVE YOU AWKWARD PURPLE BRA STRAPS BYEE