Past: Tronnor

Chapter 60

***Connor's P.O.V.***

Bing!

Getting up to get the door was a struggle considering the food was an hour late and in that time period Troye had managed to fall asleep on my chest.

"Troye" I whispered into his hair, "I need to get up"

He, rather groggily, lifted his head slightly, just enough for me to slip away and to the door.

I made sure to grab my wallet from my pocket before turning the golden colored knob.

"Hello" a tall man with dark almost black hair greeted.

"Hi, how much?" I asked.

"Twenty- fourty-four"

"Alright", I dug through my wallet to only see a 50 dollar bill.

"Here," I said hesitantly giving him the fifty dollars, "keep the change"

I assumed I could've asked for change, but that seemed like a lot of work in my opinion. Especially being that Troye was sitting on the couch- just waiting for me to cuddle him.

"Really?" He asked, surprised by my kind gesture.

"Yea" I smiled, "Thank you" I said, taking the food he was handing me.

"No! Thank you!" He said, smiling back, turning and walking down the stony path leading to his delivery car.

I closed the door behind him, managing to hold the food at the same time in my other hand.

Putting the food on the counter, to free up space in my hands, I set it down carefully and headed towards the paper plates and napkins where Troye had told me they were.

"Do you need me to help you?"

I looked up to see Troye standing in front of me, watching as I prepared our meal.

"No it's fine, I just have to put it on these plates, go sit down and relax" I said taking his shoulders and turning his entire body around, pushing him back toward the living room.

He walked off from my grip on his shoulders, and plopped down on the sofa.

I put each of our meals on our own plates and took them to the coffee table that sat right in front of the couch in the living room.

"Here you are" I said placing his down in front of him.

"Thank you!" He said, starting to devour his meal.

"Your welcome" I laughed at his now sauce-covered face.

"Do you have the remote?" I asked looking around for it, as it was needed to continue watching the show.

"Yea, here" he tossed it to me, knowing very well I am the least athletic person, and only to prove that statement, I wasn't able to catch it.

"You suck." he said picking it back up from the floor and handing it to me this time around.

"I'm not coordinated" I corrected him, snatching the remote and pressing play. "Just watch the damn show"