Past: Tronnor

Chapter 29

***Connor's P.O.V.***

I start to feel uneasy with Troye at my house. What if he finds something personal about me?

Wait.

That's what I did to him. I guess I would deserve it.

It's 6:30 now. Sage has been in her room doing her hair and makeup since 3:30. I promised her I could have Dan come over with an outfit for her to wear in the show.

7:00 Dan arrives tapping at the front door. He puts his hand to his chest when I open the door.

"Oh it's you! I thought you were pranking me and giving me the wrong address or something, why are you staying... here?" He looks at the shackled house.

"Long story, do you have the dress?" I change the subject.

"Yes, right here" he holds up a clothing bag and I allow him in.

We go upstairs and I tap on Sage's door.

"Are you done?" I ask softly.

"Yea, just a sec" I hear her come closer to the door until she opens it and stands in front of me with curled hair and makeup that I don't even know if my own professional makeup artists could do.

"Wow" I look at her in astonishment.

"This is sage?" Dan asks.

"Yes, now here's the dress." I take it from Dan and hand it to her. "be careful with it, its designer"

"I will, promise. Thank you so so much!" She smiles at each of us and goes back into her room.

I pace back to Troye's room with Dan following behind me.

"So why exactly are you staying here, you said it's a long story, I have time" He sits on Troye's desk chair as I sit on Troye's bed.

I can't tell him. There's no way. I mean I can trust him but...

As my thoughts collect my mouth starts moving.

"I can trust you right?" I confirm with him.

"Yes of course" he laces his fingers together and puts his hands in his lap.

"Ok, well I would just like to say I haven't told anyone about this. I haven't even talked to myself about this." I clarify, I don't even know what I'm about to say but I think my heart does.

"Ok so I met Troye a few days ago, maybe even weeks I don't really know I lost track of time. But anyway, Troye was the model with the black eye. I can't tell you why he had a black eye but I can assure you it was nothing good and he told me almost everything that happened. I don't really know... it's like I have this constant connection with him. It doesn't matter how far apart we are, I just, I want to tell him how I truly feel about him. So when I got the invitation for LA I had this whole plan to come to his house and surprise him and tell him how I feel but, he was offered a modeling gig in New York. My plans changed and now I'm taking his sister to the fashion show tonight and staying with the rest of his family as well."

I hadn't ever talked to anyone like I just had to Dan. It didn't matter who I was talking to about this to be quite honest. It felt so good to learn what my actual feelings were.

"So you love him?" Dan smiles.

"What- no, Daniel love is a strong word, I haven't even know him for that long"

The word 'love' is often overused and taken out of context. People saying "oh I love this shirt" and then they continue walking to find something new. That's just how it is with humans. You tell someone you love them, a few months go by, suddenly, they're gone and you realize it wasn't love, it was just a fling.