The Night Before - One Shot (BoyxBoy)

The Night Before

Connors POV:

I woke up in the middle of the night. Due to my jet lag, just before VidCon I had been visiting Zoe in Brighton, I found myself wide awake in my hotel room, unable to fall asleep again. Eventually I took out my phone to see that Troye was online. I wondered why because he would announce TRXYE tomorrow, he should be asleep to get a good rest. I texted him to check if he was okay. Almost immediately I received an answer 'woke up from a terrible nightmare can't fall back asleep :(' 'You wanna come over? Talk about it?' I waited impatiently for his reply, in lieu of getting a textback I perceived a knock on my hotel door. I got to my feet without realising that I was in my usual sleep wear consisting only of light sweatpants. As soon as I'd reached the door, I pulled it open. My other hand reached to my quiff automatically to arrange it to its normal, I-haven't-just-gotten-out-of-bed place. In front of me stood a tear drenched Troye.

Troyes POV:

I stared through my teary, puffy eyes into intense also sleepy green eyes in front of me. As the memory of the dream I've just had came flashing back to my mind my eyes started to fill with tears again and I couldn't help but sob, the feeling of failure that I feared so much rushing through me once again, like a wave that crashed against a shore. Without any hesitation Connor pulled me in a warm, hearty hug. I felt his body heat through the thin layer of my pajamas. It was only now that I registered his own choice of pajamas, which consisted to my astonishment only of pants, his bare torso revealing his muscles. We stood in silence, only cut from time to time by my sobs for what felt like an eternity, although it was probably only a few minutes. 

"Everything's gonna be fine Troye" Connor reassured me whilst caressing my back. "No it's not!" I managed to say in response causing Connor to demand "Tell me about it... your dream I mean." He took my hand and guided me to the edge of the bed, pushing me softly to sit down. "It .. it's a longer story" I mumbled stuttering. "I'll listen," he said in a low voice, a gentle smile on his face. I felt safe with him in the darkness of the hotel room. If I hadn't been so sad I would have probably felt a different kind of nervousness for my shoulder was touching his, our faces, especially our lips only inches apart, as he was waiting patiently for me to start explaining my dream. 

"So.. it is the day of VidCon where I'd announce my.. my EP " I started slowly. "At first I wake up really late, leaving me only 15 minutes before my interview starts. I feel sick. Then, I start getting ready, I know I'll be too late, but there is no other way. As I finally reach the backstage area of the main stage I've already thrown up twice. I am sweating, smelling like vomit as I stumble on stage. It is only a few meters later that I fall down onto my knees, audience laughing out loud, thinking I am ridiculous." I stared down on my hands, not speaking for a while. The mere thought of myself stumbling on the main stage in front of thousands of people, humilating myself terribly made me shiver and I almost started crying again. I remained still to calm down. The whole time Connor didn't interrupt me, he let me take my time and I was grateful for that. "The dream goes on.." I continued finally "the video I intended on playing doesn't start. I don't know what to do and after what seems like forever the interviewer says I have to make the announcement on my own, without playing the video. I try to, I really do try to talk normal, to not think about failure or humiliation, but I can't.  Instead, I talk hastily, mumbling, stumbling over my own words as they fall out of my mouth, senseless. The audience laughs once again. Eventually the presenter has mercy, he decides to announce TRXYE himself. The song starts playing, each and everyone gets quite before barracking me. I feel the need to throw up again. It has all been for nothing, all of my efforts I've put into my EP... in vain. I am not proud of it anymore.. The last thing I remember prior to waking up: I was stupid for thinking that anyone could possibly enjoy my music." The silence in the room after I've finished talking has never been this deafening. 

A few minutes later I looked up at Connors face, seeing him smile softly. The weight of my emotions lifted up. "And that was pretty much it." I concluded, looking into Connors green eyes. "This sounds really bad, but Troye.." he said, taking my hand in his "..this was only a dream. You fear failure I know, however tomorrow won't be like that. Now hear me out please." He added the moment he saw I was about to  interrupt him. "Tomorrow won't be like that. I will not promise you that everything is gonna go as planned because I am not able to do so though in your dream everything went completely wrong. I don't think that'll happen. Even if there are a few things going wrong, I don't believe your fans would barrack you or laugh, thinking you're ridiculous." It seemed as if he got lost in my sad, blue eyes which were staring into his green ones. "Besides, given the unlikely case, where they don't like your EP, you still have a lovely, supporting family that is more than proud of you and your achievements so far, you have amazing and supportive friends who've already heard your new music. As you know they all think it's incredible. And.." he added slowly, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb before staring into my eyes one more time. "..you have me." A little smile spread across my face at his rather simple sounding statement. Then I smiled heartily back at him. With a soft, equally gentle caress he wiped away the last tear strands off of my face, smiling softly. "Tomorrow is a big day, you should get some sleep." I nodded, not wanting to leave him. I wasn't so sure about sleeping on my own after this horrible nightmare. Sure, Connor brought up some convincing arguments to not worry too much, my dream still affected me nonetheless. "Do you mind me sleeping in your bed tonight?" I asked him, while I already got comfortable in his bed, his sheets somewhat smelled like him already. I received a wide, quizzical smile as an answer. "Not at all." He got nestled down in his bed on my left side. It was really nice feeling him beside me; his body heat, his scent and his mere presence. He turned around so that we were facing each other. "Sleep well Troye" were the last words I heard from a tender, caring voice before my eyelids fluttered shut. I was finally getting a good rest for my 'big day' tomorrow.