falling; a tronnor au

Safe and Sound; Taylor Swift ft. The Civil Wars

"You'll be alright; no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I will be safe and sound."

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Troye's arms wrapped tightly around Connor's neck as the two boys buried their faces into each other's sweaters.

"I am going to miss you so, so much," Troye breathed in Connor's familiar scent, sighing softly.

"So am I," Connor's voice was muffled as he nuzzled deeper into Troye's embrace. "Just a few months, then you can come to LA or I'll come back to visit."

"But I don't want you to just visit, Con," the younger male whined. "I want you to stay."

"Troye," the other blinked back tears, "so do I, but we'll have to wait. This is the best we can do for now."

"I know," was all Troye could say before tears started streaming down his cheeks. "You have to call me the minute you get off the plane."

"I will. And you have to text me or DM me so I don't die of boredom on the plane."

"I will," the curly-haired boy nodded firmly, his eyes brimming with tears. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Connor kissed Troye's tear-stained cheeks. "I. Will. See. You. Soon."

Troye nodded, wiping away his tears with his red sweater. (It was actually Connor's; they'd traded sweaters to remember each other.) "You won't forget me, right?" He asked in a small, childlike voice.

"No! Of course not!" Connor chuckled. "I would never forget you, my love."

Before either boy could utter another word, Connor's flight number was being called. "That's my cue," Connor bit his lip.

"See you soon, Connie Frannie," Troye pressed his lips to Connor's for the last time in a while.

"Until next time, Troye Boy."

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"I'm back my house, but.. It doesn't feel right without you," Connor spoke, suppressing a yawn.

"My flat feels empty, too," the man on the other end responded in a dejected tone.

"What do you mean, your flat feels empty? I'm right here, hello?!" Blessing interjected, making the other two laugh tiredly. "You two really fell for each other, huh." Connor was going to nod, but couldn't find the strength to. He couldn't hold back his yawn any longer and finally let it out, slumping back onto his couch.

"Connor, it's, like, midnight in LA," Troye mumbled groggily. "Get some rest."

"You're one to talk," the American whispered. "You were awake through practically the whole flight, serenading me to sleep and all. You need rest."

"I'm... Okay.." A light snoring was heard from the other end as Connor lazily threw his bags onto the ground. "Wha- Huh? God, Con, you scared me."

"Oh, whoops," Connor grinned sheepishly, but was cut off by another yawn from Troye. "Troye, you and I both need sleep. If we sleep at the same time, maybe, just maybe, it'll be like we're sleeping together."

"Yeah, I'd.. I'd like that."

"Good night, sunshine," Connor smiled sleepily, lying down on his soft comforters. He heard Troye do the same.

It may as well have been his imagination, but Connor could've sworn he heard Troye say "Goodnight, my love."

The two fell into a dreamless slumber.

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