Let's Have Fun || Tronnor AU

t w e n t y - f o u r

//Connor's POV//

"Well Mr. Franta. I am very pleased to say that you are well qualified for this job. You start Monday." The manager says, who I have come to find out name is Mr. Lester but prefers to be called by his first name, Phil.

I am in complete shock. I didn't actually believe I was qualified enough to get the job, or even get an interview in the first place.

I had suspected they would think I was just like most stereotypical teenage boys, a fuck-boy looking for some way to get money that will end up being spent on drugs.

During the interview I had explained that I needed the money to get out of a bad situation, making sure he knew that it had nothing to do with drugs or anything like that. But I purposely left out the fact that I was a runaway foster child.

The last thing I needed was for him to tell the police and to get Troye taken back to that God Awful house with Kayla and Jacob.

"This is amazingly. Thank you so much Mr- I mean Phil!" I graciously shake his hand.

"You're welcome Connor, I'll be here to train you on Monday." He explains. "See you soon."

I walk out of that coffee shop with my head held high. Before leaving the parking lot I check my phone so I can let Troye, Zoe, Alfie and Joey the great news.

But what is shown on my lock screen stops me from my mini celebration.

5 missed calls.

3 new voicemails.

9 unread text messages.

Something really bad must have happened for them to text me like this.

I listen to the most recent voicemail, from Alfie.

"Connor, where the hell are you? Now Zoe is beginning to panic. She doesn't know how to help."

Wait, panic about what? I check Zoe's voicemail next.

"Connor, Troye is just sitting on the couch staring at the wall. He thinks you're not coming back. Please just come back. He is seconds away from a break down."

What the hell? Troye actually believes I would leave and never come back? Damn it, I'm such a terrible person. I should have realized that leaving without any notice or warning, was a terrible idea.

I quickly check Troyes voicemail last.

"Hey Connah... it's funny, you're voicemail recording is still the same. I remember that day. You worked everyday that summer, mowing neighbors lawns, taking dogs out on walks, even buying groceries for Ms. Burris when she got too sick to leave the house. Then you came home, with two iPhones stuffed into your pockets so Kayla wouldn't see them. I couldn't believe you worked all that summer just to buy us phones. I am more grateful for you then any stinking iPhone could ever describe... er... I know this is a stupid question but, why did you leave? Will you be coming back? I'm sorry to bother you right now. I hope you aren't on this while your driving. Be careful Con..."

And that's where it ends.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I'm such a fuck up. I should have left a goddamn note. I should have texted. I should have woken him up to say 'I'll be back in a couple of hours...'

Without a second thought. I put the car in reverse and drive as quickly as possible without getting a ticket, nonetheless, getting in an accident as bad as my parents were in.

I don't even bother pulling into the garage before jumping out of the car, and racing to the door.

Fumbling with my keys I am finally able to open the door.

"Troye!" I yell through the house.

"Connor! In the living room!" Alfie responds back.

The site in front of me is a complete mess. Troye is sitting on the couch with his legs pulled to his chest, eyes squeezed shut, fresh tears rolling down his face. Zoe has her arms wrapped around him like she had been attempting to comfort him.

"Alfie get two glasses of water fast." I say, having dealt with both Troye and Zoe's panic attacks before.

I pry Zoe's body away from Troyes and place myself in-between them both. I rock them back and forth, to the pace of my own breathing.

Alfie returns and I instruct him on what to do.

"Grab Zoe from my arms" I pass her off to him. "Now rock her back and forth like I do with Troye." He understandingly nods his head. "Now whisper in her eye softly. Let her know everything will be okay."

I begin to do the same with Troye and whisper, "Troye, babe. It's me Connor. I am so sorry I left without telling you. I promised I would always come back to you no matter what, didn't I? I got that job, that means everything will be okay you know that?"

I continue to whisper softly and rocking him till his eyes are no longer squeezed shut but he looks peaceful. "Troye, open your eyes. Everything is okay."

His eyes slowly flutter open, my heart no longer racing. "Con?" My angel speaks, voice low and raspy.

"Babe, here. Drink this." I help him sip the water that Alfie brought earlier.

I continue to hold Troye in my arms while checking on Zoe. She is in the same position as Troye being cradled in Alfies arms.

"Go take her to bed." I mouth to Alfie. He nods and moves so one arm is underneath her legs, the other supporting her back, bridal style.

"Troye, I'm going to carry you upstairs so you can rest alright?" He slowly nods and with little trouble, I carry him up.

I place him on my bed and make sure to tuck the covers in so he is just enough comfortable to have a nap.

I turn around to go turn off the light but he grabs my wrist suddenly. "Don't leave, please." He whispers.

With a smile I say, "I'm going to turn off the light and lay down next to you, is that okay?"

He smiles back and I take that as a yes. I use my toes to pull the heel of the shoe off of my feet and carefully slip my arms around Troye.

When I feel that his breathing has evened and his face is peaceful I let my self slowly drift to sleep. "Good night Troye boy. I-I love you."

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Ahhhh I finally updated!

First off, Connors 5 million subs!

Secondly, YOUTH!

And lastly, idk tell me how you've been. I've missed you.

(I accidentally pressed 'publish' before I could edit so just ignore that.)

~Larissa Xx.