•Crimson Lines • A Tronnor Fanfic• Discontinued•

Chapter 21

The next morning, Connor woke first. He thought about the previous day and how it had been so full of happiness. He thought about the kiss and the way Troye had snuggled into him in the night.
He looked over at the sleeping boy who looked so calm. His hair was curly and looked soft and Connor couldn't resist twirling some in his fingers.
Troye sighed and slowly opened his eyes when Connor touched his hair.
His blue eyes lit up when he saw Connor and he smiled a tired but happy smile.
"Hey sleepy one" Connor whispered as Troye sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey con da Bon" Troye whispered back, smiling.
"You better get dressed Tro, you've got your main stage TRXYE announcement in less than an hour" Connor said, looking at the clock.
"I'd much rather stay here and look at you" Troye said and Connor blushed a deep red.

The boys cuddled for 10 minutes before Troye eventually rose and got in the shower. He didn't even need to ask Connor for clothes. They lay ordered on the bed when he exited the bathroom.

The main stage was a big deal for Troye. He had been working on the EP for months and was excited to share it with his fans. He had poured his own emotion into every song and slowly made his dreams come true.
He was, however, very nervous and 5 minute before he was due to go on stage, Connor was desperately trying to calm him among all the craziness.
"Tro, they'll love it" Connor whispered as he leant closer to Troye.
"But what if they don't Con? What if they hate it?" Troye said nervously.
"Well I'll love it and as your biggest fan I'd say that's most important" Connor said mischievously. "Believe me Tro they'll love it" Connor added when Troye looked only more nervous.

When Troye went on stage, Connor went and stood near the back in the audience, almost bursting with pride. He saw some girls turn to stare at him but he didn't care. He only had eyes for the brilliant boy on stage and he managed to ignore them until the end of Troyes set when they approached him.
They were American girls, their faces full of makeup and wearing short skirts and they were both smirking.
"Just wondering but why is an ugly fag like you at this main stage event?" One of the girls asked slyly.
"Because I'm Troyes friend" Connor said standing his ground even though he was starting to panic.
"Why would Troye want to be friends with someone like you. You're so fat it embarrasses me" the other girl said.
"Yeah and if you're his so called friend then why aren't you backstage. You can't mean that much too him" the first girl said.
The walls were closing in. It was the start of a panic attack. Connor felt like everyone was staring right at him. He was panicking. The world seemed to get smaller and smaller. He felt like he needed to get away. So he turned and fled. He escaped and heard the final insult called after him "What a baby. Pretending to be a man when really he's just a weakling."
The words echoed in Connors head as he ran through the hotel towards his hotel room. Ugly. Fag. Fat.
Connor knew it was all true. He knew it was. He knew that Troye would leave one day. He knew that everyone left eventually.

Troye had seen the whole thing. He had seen the girls talking to Connor the way they had. He had seen Connor deflate. He had seen the sadness return to Connors eyes. He had seen Connor turn and run. He had heard the last flying insult.
And then he had run after him. He followed him up the through the lobby and up the stairs. He only stopped when he reached the hotel room door. The door he had sung too. The door that had hidden so many cosy nights, just Troye and Connor.
Troye banged hard and desperately. So desperately. And Connor heard the desperation and thought of the passion in all the kisses they had shared and so he opened the door.
Troye entered and wasted not time slamming his lips into Connors.
"I'm going to prove how beautiful you are to me" Troye said and he pressed a few buttons on his phone. The sweet melody of Jason Mraz I'm Yours filled the air and Troye led Connor to the bed.
"Tro I'm not ready for that" Connor said worried. He wasn't ready to go that far and give his body to this boy.
"I don't want sex Con, I want to prove how beautiful you are. I won't even take your boxers off" Troye whispered and lay Connor down slowly.
He kissed slowly at his lips, all the passion spilling into he kiss. Then he trailed his lips down Connors jawline and the edges of his ears. He kissed up the bridge of his nose and down the centre of his neck.
Connor lay with his eyes shut. His love in that moment was far to strong.
Troye took off Connors shirt. He stopped for a second, taking in the carved abs that were covered in pink scars. Connor made a move to cover himself up but Troye caught his arms. He looked deep into Connors green eyes and whispered "I love you forever my con" before lowering his lips back to the scarred torso and kissing gently at each scar.
Connor hummed happily from time to time and by the time Troye was done peppering his body in kisses, the song had replayed three times over and Troyes shirt lay discarded on the floor.
The two boys, despite it only being around 11am, then fell asleep, their bodies interlaced and bare chests touching as they cuddled closer.

A/N On 1st October 7:08pm, heaven gained another angel. Caleb Logan White, one of the Bratayley children passed away, aged just 13. I grew up watching Caleb and his family and I honestly cannot believe he has gone. Although he has gone, his presence is still all around us, in our hearts and minds and his laughter and smiles will be forever in the YouTube videos he and his family spent so much of his short life creating. We still do not know what exactly happened to Caleb but during this time of grief we must respect his family and their privacy and keep them all in our prayers. This has shown me how fragile life is. Caleb will never grow up. He will never graduate or go to prom, or fall in love and get married or have children of his own. Caleb is forever the handsome 13 year old we have all come to love. Still can't believe he's actually gone.

Caleb Logan
13th July 2002 - 1st October 2015

-Charl