Past: Tronnor

Chapter 43

***Troye's P.O.V.***

Connor and I ended up having a rather late lunch. I blame myself for it, I was the one who had gotten distracted and ended up spending two hours on tumblr, when I'm sure there was other things I could've been doing, I mean, after all I'm on a cruise ship.

We decided on going to the bar and just hanging out there for the night. We both ate something light, him having fries while I just stole a few from him.

As it got later into the night the bar started to fill up with more people, and soon enough a lot of them were drunk. Most of them dancing and doing things that they probably wouldn't have ever done publicly has they been sober.

"Want a drink?" Connor asked me, obviously referring to something alcoholic.

"Um, no thanks" I smiled slightly signaling to him that I wasn't interested in drinking tonight.

"Ok," he turned back to the bartender to order his own drink. The bartender gave a nod as he turned around to get the drink Connor had requested.

I sat next to Connor on the barstools and I watched as the drunk people stumbled by.

A few of them gave mildly suggestive winks and looks, but one man stopped to talk, however he didn't stop to talk to me, he was more interested in Connor.

"You're Connor Fanta aren't you?" The man walked up to Connor, he was obviously drunk and I could tell by the slurring of his words and the way he said "Fanta" instead of "Franta".

"Yes" Connor gave a nod and turned back to me to engage in a conversation, however the man pulled Connor's attention back towards him.

"You're hot." The man said to Connor, quite straight up.

I could feel the jealousy start to take over. How dare he tell my boyfriend that he's hot, I'm the only one allowed to do that.

"Yea, and he's taken" I huffed to him. The man rolled his eyes at me and looked back to Connor, he gave him a wink before going back to the original group of people he was associating with.

The bartender came back, placing a drink down in front of Connor. Connor thanked him and took a sip of it before turning to look at me with a rather disapproving glare.

"What?" I asked.

"You knew I wouldn't do anything with him, you didn't have to say anything." He laughed to calm the air.

"I know... But he was googling over you, I couldn't help but get a little jealous" I shrugged.

"Understandable. But remember, I only have eyes for you." He leaned in to kiss my cheek softly and I could feel my face go from pale to a rosy red within the seconds his lips were on my face.

He pulled back and continued drinking his beverage.

He seemed to be enjoying himself with the drinking, as the hours passed he began a collection of alcoholic beverages.

I didn't want to have to parent him and tell him to stop, but at the same time it was hard for me to watch him down all the liquor. It only brought memories of the last time I had a boyfriend who had a lot of alcohol, and it wasn't something I wanted to repeat.

"Connor, we should probably get going" I suggested right as he was about to order another drink.

At this point he was already tipsy and probably unaware of his actions.

"Like... Right now?" He quirked his head in confusion as to why we would leave so early on in the night.

"Yes, right now." I clarified.