Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 13.

12th October 2016

9:00am

Connor's POV

It had been a few hours since we had been bundled up and thrown in a van. There was a divide between us and the other boys, as we sat panicked in the boot. The whole exterior was enclosed, and Troye and I, sat close as we tried to huddle together.

Troye had not said a word in an hour.

Of course I had no way of keeping the time, and my over exaggeration of how long we had been in here, was probably wrong, but I knew for sure that we were leaving LA, that we were probably somewhere miles away by now.

That scared me the most.

I hated the thought of the unknown, my mind often wondering to horrible scenarios. What if we were dumped in some barren old cottage among the hills and forests, begging for mercy where no one could hear us? What if we left California, the only state I could call home? How could we escape then? We couldn't run that far.

Escape plans had been on my mind for a few hours now. The cogs in my brain were twisting and turning, planning some sort of master mind, James bond sort of disappearance. I imagined rolling out of the van and onto the road, hijacking a car, and racing to safety, all topped off with a high speed car chase, and me dragging Troye along at the same time.

The wishful thinking had me grinning, my own stupidity making me chuckle properly for the first time in days.

As for Troye, right now his face told a different story.

We had come to a halt, and as we heard the front doors open, Troye had buried his head in my chest. I knew we weren't at our destination, as I heard Kian complaining about a service station, as they filed out of the vehicle. I heard it lock once again, and then there was silence.

The only thing I could hear was Troye's sniffles.

His body was full on shaking and his crying got harder and more intense as he realised we were alone. I felt bad for him, all curled up and defenceless. His big blue eyes were scrunched shut, and he gripped on to me for support.

I hugged him into my side, rubbing his back comfortingly as he whimpered. His breathing was ragged, and the short gasps he was taking, proved why he was finding it hard to talk.

"Tro, it's okay, I'm here." I reassured, pulling his chin up so he would look at me.

He was crying still, and his eyes were darting around the back of the van, wide, unfocused. I touched his shoulder, trying to ground him a little, but I gasped as I felt how hot he was, clearly sweating as he panicked.

I grabbed one of his clammy hands, and massaged his palm, trying to get him to focus on my eyes.

"Troye you're having a panic attack, you're okay, everything's okay." I reassured, watching him with concern as his head shot up and down, his hand flying to his chest as he tried to get more air.

"C-cant br-breathe" he stuttered, his reddened eyes finally focusing on mine as he puffed. His rapid heart rate was increasing, and his breaths were getting shorter, shaper by the second.

I had to do something to calm him down.

"Okay, look at me Tro, look at me." I cupped his face in my hands, and painted on a comforting smile as he hastily nodded his head. "I want you to count to ten with me, can you do that?"

I sat cross legged in front of him, and my face was in line with his. He was trying to focus on my fingers as I began to hold them up, but he was letting out strangled whimpers as his face paled.

He was still breathing too quickly.

"One, two, three..." I began counting softly, watching Troye mumble the numbers as I held up fingers in return. "That's it, keep going. Four, five six..." it wasn't working; he was still rocking back and forth.

"Seven, eight, nine..." he was now gripping my shirt, making load incoherent noises as he panted. I could see the sweat dripping down his face, mixed with his tears, as he shook again. He wasn't even following this.

"Ten." I was holding my hands in the air, all fingers now up.

"H-help." He stuttered, clutching his chest, as he hunched over.

I had one more trick up my sleeve, but I wasn't sure it was appropriate. I took one last look at him, and gulped down my own anxiety, before pulling his face upwards once again.

"Look at me Troye, okay? Keep looking at me." I breathed, briefly closing my eyes.

"w-what?" He gasped, holding onto my shoulder, trying to stop himself from toppling over. "C-Connor pl-please."

Here goes nothing.

I crashed my lips onto his, quickly, passionately. I cupped his face in my hands as I connected our mouths, closing my eyes as his shot open. I felt his breathing stop, and I pulled away slowly, my own eyes glazed with tears as I sat back. His lips were so soft, plump and inviting, that for a minute I wished I could replay it, just for my sake.

I gave a small smile, as I saw his face, cheeks now coloured red, his blue eyes wide and free of tears. He just stared at me, swallowing hard, as his breathing slowed to a normal rate, the adrenalin from the moment, most probably overriding any panicky feelings.

My adrenalin had sky rocketed, my fingers still tingly, my body igniting with sparks.

I suddenly realised neither of us had spoken in minutes.

"I r-read somewhere that h-holding your breath can stop a p-panic attack." I stuttered, regaining my voice, as he slowly nodded his head.

"D-did it w-work?" he asked tentatively, still in a state of shock from the situation. "Did I hold my breath?" he said.

"Yeah, you stopped breathing alright." I laughed slightly, holding out my hand. He took it gingerly, and began to crawl back over to me, his body still softly shaking.

"That was smart." He smiled up at me, watching as I gripped his fingers.

"I'm sorry, if it's made things uncomfortable, it was just in the heat of the moment, and I needed to do-" I was desperately trying to explain myself, when he put his finger on my lip, quieting me instantly.

"I'm not uncomfortable. Don't be sorry." He smiled, resting his head peacefully on my shoulder, wrapping his arm around my torso. He seemed so relaxed about it, but I couldn't stop thinking about his lips, and how luscious they felt, how they fitted with mine, how the moment was more meaningful than I had ever imagined.

I couldn't stop thinking about kissing him again.

"Thank you." He mumbled, closing his eyes, becoming tired after the whole ordeal. I stroked his curly hair, and watched as he nuzzled his face into my chest. His breath felt warm, comforting to me.

"What for?" I asked.

"Just being here, accepting me, and helping me." He whispered, slowly falling asleep. I smiled, my heart rate jumping, as his croaky voice played tricks with me. "I like you a lot C-Connor fra..." he didn't finish his sentence, as he was out like a light, the exhaustion of the last few days finally taking it out of him.

I let out an inaudible chuckle, and I kissed the side of his head, softly as he snuggled tighter. He seemed to like it, and I watched him drift off with a smile.

"I really like you too Troye Mellet." I whispered.

A/N

Well that just happened.

One part from this chapter is inspired by a TV show I love. If you know what it is tell me in the comments and I will love you forever!

I know I updated yesterday, but I was just too excited to post this chapter!

Becca xx