You and I (Tronnor)

Why and who?

Connor's POV

I close the door and place Troye in my couch, he was covering himself and crying, I don't know what to do in this kind of situation. I'm not good just looking at a person who's suffering too much so I call him.

-Troye, are you fine? Do you need something- ugh that most be a stupid question for sure he's not okay.

-I'm fine but can you please let me take a shower- he ask wincing.

-sure, do you need help?- he nods and I carry him to my bathroom - if you need something just ask for it okay?

He only nods and I walk away closing the door behind he, I sat down on my couch and soon I hear Troye crying and moaning in pain. I really want to know what happened to him, it must be resent because the blood wasn't all that dry.

- Connor?- he call me quietly.

-yes? -

-I don't have anything to wear- there was a little silence moment.

- don't worry I'll give you one of mine pajamas- I run to my closet and grab the closest pajama I could find and run back to the bathroom giving Troye the clothes.

-thanks you- he said before closing the door.

While he is in the bathroom I organize the guest room so he could sleep there. I decide to prepare something to eat or drink, maybe he isn't hungry but I'll give him a tea. I walk to my kitchen and prepare our drinks when I hear the crack of a door been open; I place the cups in the table and call him.

-Troye, I made you tea, do you want? - I listen a soft "yes" in response and he walk, fully dressed in my pajamas that is too big for him, to the table and sat down in the chair while he look down and start drinking. I take this time to see how much he is hurt, he has a cut on his left eyebrow , a broken lip and bite marks all over his neck and one in his collarbone. I'm starting getting mad at whoever does this to him. He's been my friend for the last two years and I care a lot about him. I hesitate if I should ask him or not, but I get to the conclusion this wasn't the time to ask him.

When he finish his drink, he look down again and began to play with his fingers, this isn't the Troye that I know, he's been very very shy and he's also very quiet. But I'm no one to tell him that in this moment. I wait until he looks at me and I sigh.

-I have the guest room prepare for you if you want to sleep- I tell him and he look me directly in the eye, all I can see is sadness, no sign of color in his eyes, I didn't see the bright blue color and that make me sad- it's the first one in the corridor.

He nod and let a small "thanks you", he stand up and flinch. After that I see him hobble until he reaches the bedroom.

I'm so worried, but I think he needs sometime alone, so I wash the cups after I finish my drink and walk to my bed were I was a half an hour ago and rest my head in my pillow.

I can't find any answer for the hundreds of questions I have, I'll do anything to be with him in this moment but something tells me that he needs time all alone, this is the only time since Korey call me that I'm a little bit more relaxed, now that I know that he is okay and that is in the other room makes me feel a lot more relaxed than I was before, now the questions that I have can only be answered by Korey or Troye, maybe I could ask Korey tomorrow when he comes back here- I stop thinking when I hear it... someone is shouting and I know who is.

Screams, cries and more suffering, that's all I hear, that's all that left the mouth of Troye. That totally broke my heart; he doesn't deserve to be so sad, why? Why he did that to him? why is he covered in bruises? why is he so devastated? and who? Who thinks that have the right to steal his smile? who is the one who left him like that?, who is the person that I'm going to kick when I found out?, because I hate him right now.

But more important, why do I care this much about Troye?