Past: Tronnor

Chapter 36

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

It felt like magic. Not just the kiss, but being able to spend time with him.

I know I will soon be flashed back to reality though. Soon enough work would start piling up and I would be faced with it all. I come to the conclusion I can't stay with Troye forever. I have to go back.

As much as I truly want to stay with him and be there to comfort him I have a job and it's very important to me.

Troye walks away for a moment saying "I'll be right back" leaving me on the couch by myself.

I call up Bethany and ask her how things are.

"Connor?! Where are you?!" I can tell she's in a crowded room by the background noise and the fact she didn't curse at me.

"I'm in LA, I'm really sorry, I just, I've been spending time with Troye and-"

"I don't want to hear your sob stories right now, you can tell me when you're back in New York"

"Bethany, I don't know if I can get back soon enough!"

"Oh you will" The demanding tone scares me. "I can book you a flight for tonight in one second."

"But..." I want to try and persuade her into letting me stay but I know she won't let up.

"It's the job, or the boy" Yet again I'm faced with this decision.

I'm sure I could talk to Troye. Truly sit down and tell him that the magazine after all is my job. It's represents me. It's who I am.

"Book me the flight" I don't bother to say anything else, I just hang up.

Troye comes back soon enough after the call and I'm yet again faced with the task of telling him I have to leave. But this time... I'm serious.

"Troye." I take his hand and rub my thumb over the top of it.

"What do you want...?" He asks with a scared tone.

"I... we need to talk" I pause to look away and bite my lip, I think of what I could say but nothing comes to mind. I continue on just saying a jumble of words. "Troye. I really want to stay with you and be by your side but... I have a job too... Don't think you come last because that's not true, but I have to go back to New York sometime or another." I wait for his response but he says nothing.

He leans over and presses his lips to my cheek. He pulls back and squeezes my hand tight.

"It's ok. Skype is always an option. Thank you for staying with me for this long though"

"I'll be back for the vacation though." I smirk with assurance.

"Can't wait" He lets go of my hand and stands up from the couch. "Wouldn't want you to be late to work. Is your stuff packed?"

"Yea, I'll go get it... Would you drive me there?... For, like, moral support?" I ask him and he laughs lightly.

"Of course, I'll go tell my dad" He walks off in the opposite direction and I go to Troye's room to grab my suitcase.

I walk into his room knowing this is probably going to be the last time I'll see it for a long time. I see his laptop sitting on his desk and I remember when I snooped on it and heard him singing. He's never actually told me how he's sung before.

I grab my suitcases that I find to be in the corner of the room. I walk out closing the door slowly behind me.

"Ready?" Troye stands in front of me making me jump.