Tronnor One-Shots

The first time he told me he loved me.

(inspired by Orion Carloto's poem she posted on Twitter)

Connor.

It was an early December morning, Troye was sick and I have been taking care of him all night.

"Tro baby.. Stay in bed.." I told my boyfriend as I saw him about to stand up with a blanket enveloped around him.

"I want to get better and.. and spend this time with you.." Troye replied sadly as he went back to the bed.

"Oh Tro.. You'll get better.." I looked at Troye who frowned slightly and coughed.

"See.. I'm not getting better!" He pouted and I felt my heart shatter.

"Just drink this medicine, Tro and I'll cuddle you" I went to the bathroom and I started brushing my teeth.

"I don't want to get you sick.." I could hear him coughing and I frowned at the fact that we were supposed to be exploring Sweden.

"I'm done with touring and I wanted to spend this last day with you.. I have to go back to Perth.." He yelled and I looked at myself in the mirror and I noticed there were tears down my cheek.

"Babe.. Con?" Troye yelled and I realized I had been silent for a few minutes.

I totally forgot this was our last day together.. We were going to be a part for almost 3 weeks.

"Y-yeah.." I wiped my tears away and tried to sound as cheery as I could.

"What's taking you so long?" He whisper-yelled and I poured some water in my face.

"I'm coming!" I yelled and tried to fake a smile.

* * *

"Con.. You have been so quiet since I mentioned that I'm going back to Perth.." Troye laid in bed and I was sat in a couch due to the fact that he didn't want to get me sick.

"If that's bothering you.. I can just go back to Los Angeles with you.." He bit his lower lip and I looked at him.

"Tro.. No.. You haven't seen your family in like ages and I'm just going to Los Angeles for a few days to sort some things out and then I'll go to Minnesota.." I tried to assure my boyfriend that he didn't have to leave his family for me.

"Is it because we won't see each other for 2 weeks?" He frowned and I looked down.

"Almost 3 weeks.." I mumbled but Troye heard.

"It's my fault.. If I didn't get sick and I listened to the doctors we should be exploring Sweden" I looked over at Troye and he smiled weakly.

"Tro.. Don't blame it on yourself.. I'm just a bit sad I'm not going to see you.." I stood up and went to approach Troye.

"Babe.. You'll get sick.." Troye frowned as he motioned me to pass him another pill.

* * *

"Con.. My head hurts.." Troye whimpered in the middle of the night and I flickered the lights on.

"Coming.." I said in a not so audible(.com/Connor) voice and trying not to trip in our suitcases since I was sleeping in the couch.

"I should have listened.." Troye coughed and tried to reach the water and medicine.

"Here, baby.." I cooed as I handed Troye the medicine and water.

"I have taken like so many medicine all day, Con and it still hurts" He drank the water and I sighed.

"It's okay, babe.. It'll pass and I'm here.." I held his hand tight and he squeezed my hand.

"Go to sleep, Tro" I whispered as his eyes were slowly closing.

"Sleep well, my love.." I kissed his forehead and he smiled softly.

* * *

"Connnaaaahhh!" Troye yelled as I was brushing my teeth, fixing my hair and getting ready to go.

"Coming!" I yelled as I put on a grey beanie and tried not to remember the fact we were going to be a part for so long.

"Yeah, babe?" I spotted Troye fixing his hair and he coughed and I frowned.

"You will get better.. I'm sure Mama Mellet is going to take good care of you.." I smiled softly and he nodded.

"Do you have everything packed up to leave? Your flight leaves in a few.. Mine leaves later.." He looked at me and I looked down.

"Yeah.. I'm ready.." I replied back not daring to look at my boyfriend who I won't see in a few weeks.

"I guess I have to go.." I stepped closer to Troye and ignored the fear of him getting me sick and kissed him.

"I love you" He muttered in between our lazy kisses and my minty breath.

"I love you too" I gave him another peck on the lips and grinned.

I truly do love this blue eyed boy.
I can still feel the words he spoke on my lips.