Past: Tronnor

Chapter 53

***Troye's P.O.V.*** (time skip a few days)

"I'll miss you Nic, come visit back soon!" Connor hugged his sister tight yet again

It was understandable why though. This was the first time he had seen her in nearly four years, and now she was going back to Minnesota, who knew how much longer until they would see each other again?

"Miss you too Con" she scruffed his hair.

"It was nice meeting you" she was standing in front of me at this moment.

"You too" I smiled and hugged her.

Over the past few days I had gotten to know Nicola so well. She truly was an amazing person, she was sweet, kind and beautiful of course. It was easy to associate that Connor and her were siblings.

Nicola went over to Connor once more, smirking at me before she started speaking to him. She spoke soft, almost so that I wouldn't hear her, but I did.

"He's a keeper" she whispered to Connor.

I could feel myself blushing, but Connors response only made me blush harder.

"Trust me, I know"

As Nicola walked off and Connor walked over to me, I busied myself by playing with the zipper on my coat so it wouldn't look like I was listening to their conversation.

"I know you heard that" Connor said once he had reached me.

I looked up to see his smirking face.

"Just bits and pieces" I shrugged, trying my best to lie, but by his face I knew he wasn't buying it.

"Shut up Sivan" he pecked his lips to my cheek and pulled away, taking my hand in his.

We walked out the door and I was quite relived that I didn't have the pressure of constantly having to impress Nicola. It would just be Connor and I for the next few days.

Connor and I in his hometown, in his house, eight a.m. cuddles, and lots of sunset/sunrise watching while drinking coffee.

We arrived at the car, and Connor twirled his keys around his fingers before putting them in the ignition.

I looked to see that it was nearly noon at this point in the day. I hadn't eaten since eight- to say the least I was chewing on my liver.

"Hey Con," I said, as my stomach as started rumbling, I really didn't have control over it.

"Yea what's up?" He asked turning on the car and changing the radio station.

"Can we stop at a Starbucks or somewhere on the way home?" I asked holding onto my empty stomach.

"Wow Troye, Starbucks? Your so basic." He teased pushing his foot to the pedal. "But fine" he huffed making a turn to where I knew was Starbucks.

"Thank you!" I squealed, not over the fact that I was about to have Starbucks, but the fact that Connor was going for me, when he knew very well I could just have something back at his house.

Speaking of his house, I had been thinking about houses in general a lot lately. More so moving houses.

I loved L.A. I had grown up there and spent ninety percent of my life there. Leaving would be a difficult task for me, and my friends and family.

However, I was thinking about New York. About moving closer to Connor. It's more than just Connor as well. I would work at the magazine headquarters; modeling, as I had done in the past.

It seemed like a simple choice, move to New York and be with your boyfriend/love of your life and be closer to work- closer by almost three thousand miles, or... stay in LA and be with your family.

But it was so much more than that.

My Family, friends (or in my case FRIEND), memories I had created over my whole life were in L.A.. I couldn't just pack up and leave it for a guy I had met almost eight months ago- but at the same time it seems so worth it.

"Troye" I flashed back to reality to see Connors fingers snapping in front of my face. "Are you okay?" he asked after he had gotten my attention.

"Me?" Stupid question. "Yea, I'm good, fine. Let's go inside." I said looking to see that we had arrived in the Starbucks parking lot.

We walked inside, bracing ourselves through the cold air that just got colder by the second. It was nearly Thanksgiving and I hadn't planned anything for the holiday. I hadn't even been thinking about the holidays and how they were coming up so quickly, as my thoughts were elsewhere.

It wasn't a main priority to me either, it would probably be just like every other year- but of course without my mum.

Other than that, it would just be like every other Thanksgiving. Relatives that all stay at my house, some new, some old.

I never liked family gatherings. It was just my only safe place- that being home, filled with people asking me "how's you relationship?" And saying "you've grown so much!".

I would always just answer "fine" and "thanks" to pretty much everything. There was the occasional "I'm good, thanks" but that was only for relatives who I have known longer than one Thanksgiving visit.

Tyler would always come to Thanksgiving along with Jackie. They would attend, Tyler would be drunk but no one would notice because that's how they thought he was.

The holidays weren't ever my thing. The day after thanksgiving was the day all of the Christmas decorations went up. Including the dancing and singing elves on the TV stand.

"Troye, seriously are you okay?"

I must have zoned out a second time while being invested in my thoughts.

"Yea, what are you ordering?" I asked, looking up the menu.

"I'm gonna get a pumpkin spice latte, sorry if that's lame of me" he rolled his eyes and went up to order, leaving me with my eyes wandering the menu.

I decided on the PSL along with him, of course I was hungrier and wanted a muffin too.

We both ordered our food and minutes later had gotten it.

We found a sofa with tiny crumbs from the last person and a small table in front of it. I quickly took a napkin and wiped down the seat before sitting down next to Connor.

"Have you thought anymore about moving?" Connor asked as he took a sip of his latte.

"How'd you know?" I asked, confused of how he would've asked that so coincidentally beings that that was literally what I had been thinking about in the car.

"You mumble sometimes when you're deep in thought, I believe you said something about moving?" He questioned.

I hadn't ever known that and I was glad someone had told me. I still had no idea how many times I had done that- or what I've ever said for that matter.

"I do?" It was more of a question to myself, but Connor gave a nod. "Oh, well yea I- I was" I said turning the conversation back onto moving.

"Yea, you know you could always stay with me if you moved here. Tons of couples live together" he suggested.

I hadn't ever thought of that. Not only would I be moving closer to Connor, but I'd be living with him too. Living with him in his mansion. That's quite a game changer in the decision-of-moving process.

"Well I still don't know if I want to move here, and I would talk it over with my family... But I mean it's a good idea" I smirked to him.

"Yea, I have a lot of those" he bragged, laughing.

"Hm" I hummed taking a sip of my latte, not caring that it burned my tongue, for with Connor my heart was melted.

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This is a short filler crap chapter because I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT WILD. IM LIstENING TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AND THIS. MY. SHIT. YES. GO BUY IT. THATS ALL SORRY FOR A SHORT CHAPTER BUT WILD IS AMAZING.

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