tronnor one shots

One call away

One Call Away ~ Charlie Puth

Summary;
Troye isn't the happiest person so
Connor reminds him that he's only one call away etc.

triggering.
(Self harm)

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Troye sat in the washroom of his new LA apartment, not far from Connors, maybe two blocks.
Pill bottles were scattered around the room, troye stared at them.

"I'm only one call away;"

"I'll be there to save the day;"

"Superman got nothing on me,"

"I'm only one call away"

Connors voice was repeating the same thing over and over again in Troyes head.

(Flashback- 3 weeks)

"Since you just moved here," Connor sat the box in his hand down onto the wooden floor. "I'm only one call away"

"I know, Con" Troye rolled his eyes.

"I'll be there to save the day," Connor continued "superman got nothing on me"

"Alright, I got it. You're tougher than superman" Troye laughed.

"No but seriously, Troye Boy, if you ever need anything or need help don't be afraid to call me" Connor smiled at his best friend

"Thank you, Connah" Troye smiled back, pulling him into a hug.

"Welcome to LA" Connor said pinching his cheek.

(Flashback over)

Troye took one of the pills and sat back down on the cold bathroom floor.

"I'm only one call away"

Troye groaned loudly and gripped into his dark curls, wishing for the voice in his head to shut up.

(Sorry I don't use big words like other ppl, I'm not perfect..)

Troye had a long gaze at his phone that sat on the counter.

Call Connor
He said to himself.

"No." Troye gripped his hair roughly again "he wouldn't understand."

CALL HIM
The voice screamed at him.

"NO! HE WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND! HE DOESN'T CARE!" Troye screamed at himself.

Troye couldn't help but start crying.
He curled up into a ball in the corner of the washroom and cried.

"He doesn't understand" Troye sobbed into his knees.

Troye continued to sit on the washroom floor and cry.
He got up and look at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy and he couldn't stop sniffling.

He looked at the silver blade that sat at the corner or the marble counter.

"Hello old friend" he said picking the cold piece of metal up in between his fingers.
He locked the door and look at himself in the mirror once more.

Troye let the cold piece of metal dig it's way through his sensitive pale skin.
He groaned at the slight pain but soon got used to it, the stinging feeling.
Soon his own blood was dripping into the white sink.

He made a couple more cuts.

Troye dropped the blade and grabbed his phone.