Past: Tronnor

Chapter 31

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

After my phone call with Troye I immediately call my offices. Tanya picks up the phone.

"Hello Mr. Franta how can I assist you?" Her cheery accent says.

"Hello Tanya, I need to stay in LA for a few more days. I need you to make sure for the next few days or so everything is running smoothly at the headquarters."

"Not a problem, I will make sure everyone is doing their job." She says with confidence.

"I know you will, thank you, goodbye." I hang up and text the group chat consisting of Dan, Zoe, and Bethany.

Me: I'm staying in LA for a few more days, take the next flight back to NYC, I'll meet up with you back in New York in a few days.

Everything's set.

I can stay at my own apartment for the time being- or maybe the Mellets would be generous to let me stay at their house for the few extra days.

After everything is situated and I decide it would be a good idea to find out when Troye is actually going to be coming home.

"Excuse Mr. Mellet?" I go to him once I find him in the living room.

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"Oh nothing, I was just wondering- when will Troye be home?"

He ponders for a second.

"He's supposed to be back by tomorrow, maybe he will even be back tonight, I'm not exactly sure."

"Oh, well thank you anyway" I turn away. I could ask Troye but then I wouldn't be able to surprise him. I know we agreed on not surprising each other anymore but this time I actually know where he will be.

I send Troye a text.

Me: What time is your flight arriving- just curious.

Troye responds seconds later.

Troye: around 12am

I look to the clock. 7:00 pm.

I can probably browse the Internet in the mean time. I go onto my computer searching twitter first. As usual I go to the trends.

fuck.

#connorfrantabf

No. No. No. I knew the paparazzi were everywhere but where could they have gotten pictures of Troye and I. Perhaps him at my house?

I find a picture. The airport.

A picture of Troye and I, and as I recall we were having a sincere conversation about how much we were missing each other. When I click on an article I find that they must have picked up on that.

"I'll miss you" Said Sivan to Franta.

Things like this happen all the time with me. But Troye. Poor Troye who has never ever had anything like this happen to him now has to deal with paparazzi following him and he won't be able to live his average human being life again. And it's all my fault.

"Hey," Sage walks in. "you want something to eat?"

"Uh, I'm good, but thanks" I sink into the bed that has grown to be more comfortable.

"What's wrong?" She must have picked up on my depressing behavior.

"Just..." I debate to tell her. "A lot of personal issues" I sigh turning my head from her.

"You can trust me" she takes a seat on the desk chair.

"Ok..." I start, I've known her for long enough- she deserves to know, she'll find out at some point anyway. It's like a repeat of Dan."Well people are starting to assume Troye and I are dating because of our 'romantic gestures' in public, especially at the airport when we said we would miss each other."