With All My Heart, Tronnor

The Studio

Connor POV

What the is that you'd like the most in your life to be happy?

Some would say money, some would say fame and some would say being pretty. We'd get all kinda of answers, from all kinds of people.

What would make me happy?

It was simple, Love.

All I'd want is the person I love to love me back.

Is it too much to ask for?

Because here I'm, back into that coffee shop, wishing to just somehow get even so much as a glance of the boy I can't help stop thinking about.

I was all wrapped up in my thoughts until I felt some vibrations in my pocket.

I took out my phone and Emma's name flashed on my screen.

My heart sunk a few levels down, I shot my head up and started looking around.

What if she saw me here?

I kept looking around until I was sure she was not in the cafe, and I decided to pick up the phone.

"Hey, Con" she said from the other side "where are you?"

"Heyy, I-I am out. Why?" I asked, once again looking around.

"Just tell me where?" It seemed like she was in a rush and I could hear some muffled sounds in the background.

"I am out having coffee.."

"Okay, bye." She said and hung up before I could even reply.

What was that all about?

I tried to focus on my coffee rather than thinking if there was something wrong, with Troye maybe? I mean, why would she be calling me and just hanging up all of a sudden?

A tap on my shoulders cut my thoughts short. I looked up and there she stood. Emma.

"Come with me" she said, laterally pushing me out of the café.

"Emma? Uh, Wha- Where are we going?" I was utterly confused with what was going on.

"You're coming with me to the studio" she said while we walked through the sidewalk.

The Studio?

Oh-no! Not that place.

I immediately stopped dead in my tracks, like all of a sudden, my legs forgot how to move.

"No" was the only thing I said.

"Connor, please. You've to come. You need to see- hear this" she said putting a hand on my shoulders "Please?"

I just kept repeating 'no' and shaking my head like my life depended on it.

I cannot go in there. No matter how much I want to, I won't, I can't.

Obviously, I remember how things went down when I saw the inside of that place the last and the only time.

I don't think I can go in.

Troye's gonna be there. Troye. How am I supposed to face him? How am I supposed to look into those beautiful blue orbs and not end up on the floor crying? I can't rely on my legs to not turn to jelly when I see him. I know I can't face him. I just can't.

"Please, Con?" She said tugging on my arm, getting me to move.

"I can't, Emma. I just, can't go in there!" I said and turned around to moved towards my car.