With All My Heart, Tronnor

Nutella and Strawberries

Troye POV

"And now, come here.." I led Connor from the main recording area towards the other room "Look at this. Isn't it like, the coolest thing?" I said getting excited when I showed him the door, which led to a room set for me to just relax and write songs, and had my name written in bold like its done for the stars.

"Wow, that's really cool" he said with a grin and I took him inside to show around.

It's been more than two weeks since I've started with the album and it was the first day when Connor came in to visit me.

The first three weeks were incredible, to say the least. I'd stay some nights with him, just chill and watch movies, we'd spend the weekend together, we'd go out on dates or just hang out with others.

Staying with Connor, acquainted me with some of his weird, silly, cute habits.

Now I know, when he wakes up, he's right next to the coffee maker before he can even properly open his eyes. I know he likes just a dab of sugar and very little milk in his coffee. I know he's a light sleeper but there are nights when either he'll be found sleep talking or waking up, terrified because of a real bad dream. I know when we'd go out, he'd take pictures of anything and everything because he wants to remember things. I know he'd prefer salt over sugar. I know his eyes become a different colour of green when he's looking at something that he finds pretty. I know he does pretty much everything with music playing in the background.

I know I am falling for him all over again, every morning I wake up next to him.

But it's been too long.

It's been too long since we've spend some time together, since we've even talked.

And I know it's my fault.

I've been avoiding Connor since a week. I know its wrong but since I came to LA, I've written just one song and nothing else. All I write turns out to be shitty and the label is blaming him.

Even though they are not certain of anything that's going on. Hell, I don't know what's going on. We just, like each other and are like, going out and stuff. But they know there's a boy, they know I am a bit distracted and they've lost their patience now.

They have a doubt it's Connor.

I just couldn't handle it. Too much pressure, too much stress, missing my family and Connor being blamed for no reason? I just couldn't. So I stopped talking to him, stopped replying or just would make an excuse and I just, stopped spending time with him in general.

I knew it wasn't right. It wasn't fair. But, I dint know what else to do..

With him, I was just too happy to write and without him, just too distracted.

Staying away from him only backfired. I started missing him more and more, I'd spend half the day, feeling bad for ignoring him and half thinking if I should call him. That, obviously resulted in my writing getting shittier and shittier, each day.

I dint realise what I was doing until earlier today, when Emma pointed it out. So, I decided to stop being an ass and just call him.

Emma, Connor and I were now sitting in Starbucks, just next to the studio, having coffee. I couldn't help but stare at him. He looked so cute, just sitting there, sipping his coffee while on his phone, probably instagraming the picture he just took. I couldn't help but wonder, what did I do right to deserve somebody like him? I mean, I practically abandoned him, and he's gotta be a fool to not see it, still he came on a single phone call and is been so nice to me, like nothing really happened.