•Crimson Lines • A Tronnor Fanfic• Discontinued•

Chapter 11

Connor had gone straight to have a shower as soon as he had got into his hotel room.
He had unpacked his most important things like toiletries when he had first arrived so it was easy enough to shower quickly. 
He went through he least favourite process of undressing. It meant he would have to have his ugly naked body out in front of him, old scars and new cuts painfully obvious. His long sleeved sweater was way to thick for the warm heat but he couldn't risk wearing a t-shirt and having all his scars on show. He still had the gauze wrapped around his arms from 2 days ago and he carefully removed it, examining his sliced skin carefully. He also unwrapped gauze from around his thighs and hips that concealed older, yet not fully healed cuts.
He slipped into the shower, turning the heat all the way down so he was standing beneath the freezing cold water.
He cleaned quickly, washing away some dry blood, and got out, dabbing the water away from his slowly healing cuts so as to not reopen them.
Once dry he carefully wrapped up his forearms and hips before slipping on some black jeans and a grey oversized sweatshirt. He looked in the mirror that was above the sink.
His eyes had deep black circles under them and his hair wouldn't go up right no matter how much wax he used. He had dropped 2 sizes in just 3 months but he still felt disgustingly fat. He hated his body and just wanted to curl up in a ball and escape.
But Connor was determined to make this week good for his friends and his fans. He couldn't let them down.

Troye had been walking along the corridor to Connors room when Zoë had opened the door to Marcus' room and pounced on him. She explained what the plans were for the day excitedly and when Troye tried to explain that he needed to give Connors stuff back to him, Zoë had told him she'd already bumped into him not long ago and he would be coming shortly after showering.
Troye was still worried about Connor. Heck knows how long it had been since he'd last eaten and judging by last nights break down he was not in a good place.
At least Troye had his phone so it would be hard for Connor to look at any hateful comments on his social media.
He still wanted Connor to arrive soon so he could make sure he was okay, watch him and try to maybe coax him into eating even something small.
He couldn't settle and although people engaged him in conversation about it his music and his channel his eyes would flicker to the door every few seconds hoping Connor would walk in.

A/N It ends weird but I didn't know a good way to end it so this is all I got

-Charl