Past: Tronnor

Chapter 62

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

"Do you have the songs?" I asked Troye as I shrug on a coat, bracing for the cold temperatures.

"Yes, I don't understand why we have to do it now. It's seven a.m. on Thanksgiving day?"

"It's serious business Troye," I stopped him from walking out the door by grabbing his shoulder and turning him around to face me. "I know it sucks, but it's really important to me, and we'll be back before lunch maybe even back before breakfast! I promise you."

"Promise?" He clarified.

I kissed him on his forehead, "They'll barley even know we're gone."

He followed me out the door and to the car that was already pulled up out front for us. The driver opened the door for us, allowing us and in and shutting it once we were seated and ready to head off.

"Do you know what Zoe's plan was?" He asked me, pulling a crumbled paper from his pocket.

"I honestly have no idea," my eyes wandered down to the papers in his hands. "Are those the songs?"

"Yea, I wrote three of them and they all are pretty shit in my opinion, but hopefully it's good enough for her." He mumbled the last bit.

"I'm sure she'll love them" I took his hand in mine. "May I read them?"

"Not yet." He said strictly, harshly almost.

"Alright, alright" I said calming him down from his original vicious tone.

I was sure regardless of what he thought, she would love them.

***

The car came to a hault and I waited as the sunlight appeared brighter when the door was opened to reveal the driver.

"Thank you very much" I nodded to him as I slipped out of the car along with Troye.

Troye gave him a thank you as well and we both headed into the apartment building.

"Hello Mr. Franta" the man at the desk smiled to me, waving.

I would be lying if I said he hadn't ever flirted with me.

"Who's that?" Troye asked, rushing to my side to get as close to me as he could.

"He just mans the desk, it's okay he's not going to steal me away from you" I chuckled, rolling my eyes at Troye's ridiculous mindset.

We hurried into the elevator and soon enough we were on the level of my apartment and hurrying down the hallway to get the meeting over and done with.

"But what if she doesn't like the songs?" Troye asked, obvious nervousness in his voice.

"She'll love them just as much as I do" I paused from walking, turning to him to caress his cheek and give him a small kiss in hopes of calming him before I continued on walking.

I step up in front of my door, digging around my pocket to find the keys to the apartment. I soon find them and I pinch them with my fingers, I pull them out and insert it into the key hole, turning the knob once it's unlocked.

We are both greeted with a giant "Goodmorning!" from a very cheerful Zoe.

She hands us each a coffee, the exact one I always get, I was pleasantly surprised that it was still warm.

I turn to see Troye, staring at his cup with confusion.

"Connor told me what you liked." Zoe clarified to him.