Connor: I looked around at the strangers that surrounded me. They sat tensely, their patience on edge. I was waiting for the plane to take off and stared out the window. Sighing, I pulled out my phone and started looking through my pictures of Troye and me from the weekend. I smiled sadly, wishing I was still with him, in his arms. I soon fell asleep dreaming of seeing him again.
When the plane landed, I made my way back to the O2L house. The rest of the guys had taken an earlier flight back to LA. When I opened the door Kian came flying at me on a skateboard, narrowly missing me. I jumped out of the way and dropped my bags on the floor.
"Sorry!" He called out and I rolled my eyes. I entered the kitchen to find JC and Ricky filming a challenge video. The floor was covered in spit out food and various liquids. I hopped over a puddle of what looked like applesauce to get to my room. It was hard living with three other guys sometimes, even though they we were best friends. I had thought about moving out and getting my own apartment, but wasn't sure if I was ready for that yet.
I threw my bag onto my bed and sat down beside it, unlocking my phone. An hour later I had moved on to my laptop, still on Tumblr, laying on my back on the hardwood floor. As I was scrolling through my dashboard, a Skype request popped up from "Troyeboy". I sat up quickly and accepted the call, my head rushing. A second later Troye's face appeared on my screen, tired, but gleeful.
"Hi!" I exclaimed, grinning.
He smiled in return and shoved a handful of peanuts into his mouth. I picked up my laptop and laid on my bed on my stomach, resting my head on my hands.
"How was the plane ride?" he asked, getting comfortable in his cramped seat.
"Not bad, how's it going for you?" I laughed as a large man next to him let his head flop onto Troye's shoulder. He groaned in response and shifted away from the man.
"When can I see you again?" he pouted. I frowned, trying to think of what I was doing in the upcoming months. My face brightened suddenly and I sat up, "Oh my god, wait!" Troye jumped a little in his seat, wincing and adjusting his headphones.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly, "Do you have anything going on next month?! For like two weeks?!"
He paused, before shaking his head slowly, "Why? What's happening then?"
"A bunch of us are going to Brighton to visit Zoe and be tourists for a couple weeks. Do you want to come???" I crossed my fingers, watching him closely.
"Of course I want to come," he said, rolling his eyes, "How long until you leave?"
"Three weeks from today." I smiled widely.
"I'll be there." He looked at me, his face bright, his deep blue eyes carefully taking in all of my features. I blushed under his gaze, but didn't take my eyes off of him.
"I can't wait." I said softly.
I woke up the next morning with my face pressed against the keys of my laptop, having stayed up with Troye until 3am. As I opened my eyes, I looked up at my screen to see him sleeping peacefully, his head leaning against the plane's window gently. I smiled sleepily and rolled off of my bed, careful not to make any noise because he still had his headphones on. I picked out an outfit for the day (a sweater and skinny jeans) and walked back over to my bed. Sitting back down, I pulled my shirt off over my head and happened to glance over at my laptop to see Troye smirking at me.
"Hey!" I said, quickly pulling my clothes on, glaring at him playfully.
"No, please, continue the show!" he said, applauding.
