With All My Heart, Tronnor

Art Night

Connor POV

We pulled over outside Ricky's apartment and got in to discover that Kian and Jc were not gonna join us until dinner.

Ricky wanted to have some artsy kinda night so he had bought all these canvases and paints for us and he played TRXYE and Common Culture records on his player (ultimate promo).

Andrew and I helped Ricky cover his new wooden floor with some plastic sheets so that it wouldn't get destroyed with the paint. Alexa and Troye went and sat opposite to each other with their canvases while Ricky and Andrew got some snacks. I quickly grabbed my stuff and got seated next to Troye and soon Ricky and Andrew joined us on the floor.

I decided to do something with different shades of greens and oranges. I started at the top left corner with dark green blending it diagonally with each time a tone lighter of green to orange and finally ending it with white. I was just putting some finishing touches to my painting when I saw some paint getting splattered just inches away from my canvas. I looked to my right and saw Troye, sleepily splattering any colour he can get, less on his canvas and more on the things surrounding him.

"Tro, what are you doing?" I said "See, you'll destroy my masterpiece"

He looked over me with those sleepy ocean blue eyes, which made my heart literally skip a beat.

"Art is Risk, Con. I'm taking a risk, you should too" he said after a long consideration, lazily trying to pull a straight face.

"This is Art" I said pointing towards my painting "not what you are doing" I rolled my eyes.

Troye widened his eyes and put on an 'I am offended' face.

"You know, I am real Artist and I'll prove it to you" he said looking around and suddenly his face lit up and he gestured for my hand "Give me your hand"

Through the corner of my eye, I could clearly see Alexa intently eyeing us.

I knew, If I gave my hand to Troye I would not be able to hide my blush and with she having her eyes set straight on us, it's not a good idea but Troye took it anyways, not paying attention to my glares.

I could feel blood rushing towards my cheeks and my heartbeat rising, just because of his touch.

Anything Troye does, any small thing, makes my heart run marathons and I am afraid Troye has noticed it by now and maybe he just chooses to ignore it.

I tried to pull my hand away but he just tighten his grip without even looking at me. I compelled myself to pull a straight face because I could feel all eyes on us now which Troye chose to ignore but I really couldn't.

Troye's long, thin, warm fingers holding my hand resulted in my cheeks going flaming red.

He carefully took a brush and started painting my left hand in the similar manner as I painted my own canvas taking the colours left on my palette. He then grabbed an empty canvas and pressed my hand firmly onto it so it forms a perfect impression of my hand.

While he was doing all this, I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him. A very serious expression was painted on his face, like he was trying to devote his full attention on whatever he was doing. His teeth biting harshly on his lower lip and his eyes fixed on his work.

I rolled my lip between my teeth too and kept my gaze on him.

He looked so cute with a serious face. The way his brows furrows, the way he presses his lips together, the way his right eyebrow goes up slowly while he's thinking, the way he bites his lips and the way he widens his eyes when he thinks he messed up. He just takes my heart away.