Fools // Tronnor AU

7

Connor finally pulled away slowly. It seemed like he pulled away a little too quickly for Troye's liking, but they weren't anything exclusive quite yet, so he could see why.

Troye looked up so his eyes met with Connor's.

God, please don't hate me for that... Connor thinks to himself.

Suddenly, a wide grin spread across Troye's face. Connor smiled back.

Thank the lords.

Troye buried his face into Connor's shoulder to try to hide his wide grin. Connor chuckled.

"Noooo, I like your smile. Stop it," Connor said, but Troye didn't move. "Troyeeeeeee," he whined. "Please?"

Troye slowly drew his head away from Connor's shoulder, but looked down at the ground, slowly peering up at Connor, still grinning.

"See? Now that's a hella gorgeous smile," Connor said, making Troye blush mildly.

"Ugh, stop being so charming and sweet," Troye said, burying his face back into Connor's shoulder.

Connor laughed. "Nope, sorry. It's my job."

Connor then realized they still hadn't talked about what just happened.

"Troye, you still need to tell me what happened earlier. Your hair is a mess and the back of your sweatshirt is a bit dirty," Connor said. Troye groaned.

"Connor, please. Can we just leave it?" He asks, pulling his face from Connor's shoulder.

Connor shook his head. "No, Troye. I'm not just going to let this go," he said in a more gentle tone of voice. His voice was sweet like honey.

Troye sighed, looking down at his shoes again, light scuffing his Converse against the sidewalk.

"Now please tell me what happened."

Troye took in a breath, before exhaling.

"Basically, a drunken man came up to me, about my age, my height. Okay, wait, he didn't exactly come up to me. He pulled me into a dark alleyway and pinned me against the wall and forcefully kissed me. That's why the back of my sweatshirt is dirty. This guy reeked of alcohol." Troye paused for a minute. He sighed, before continuing. "I pushed him off of me and started taking off but he grabbed my sweatshirt, and then fistfuls of my hair. I got him to let go and then that's how I ended up here. Basically, I think I was about to get raped," Troye says, his voice growing quieter.

"Oh my gosh," Connor says, truly shocked. "Are you okay though?"

All I care about is his safety and health. I don't know why I care so much but I do, Connor thought to himself.

Troye nodded, snapping him from his thoughts. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm kind of surprised you didn't taste the alcohol from the guy's mouth when you kissed me, but at the same time I'm glad you didn't. You probably would've thought I was drinking," Troye says, giggling a little before messing with his hair in attempts to get it perfect.

Connor giggled too, before moving a curl of his hair out of the way and back where it was supposed to be. He then pulled his hand back, biting his lip.

Troye blushed a little bit.

"Sorry..." Connor said, suddenly shy, before writing something down as he pulled a pen and piece of scrap paper from the bag on his back.

"I really should be going now, I'm going to a friend's house for a bit. But here," he said, handing the paper to Troye, smiling a little. "Call me maybe? Or text, if you want. Stay cute," Connor said, rushing the last bit before walking off.

Troye did manage to catch what Connor had said though, and blushed violently. He then looked at the slip of paper in his hand. Slowly, he uncrumpled the small piece of paper, seeing a phone number on it. He grinned widely, before slipping it into his back pocket.

~~~

"Shaun, I tell you time and time now! You can't just go out with a few friends, say you'll be back in about 2 hours, and not come back at all! We were worried sick about you!" Troye's mum yelled at Troye's dad. Troye groaned and headed upstairs.

"Well I'm sorry that I get sidetracked and get distracted! I can't keep track of the time that way!" He yelled back. Troye knew that all of his other siblings must be hiding in their rooms too, as neither of them came downstairs, and their doors were shut.

"Then stop getting sidetracked and distracted! Come home earlier if you have to!"

Troye then used the thing that let him get away at any time he needed to - music. He plugged his earbuds into his phone, before putting them in his ears. He then proceeded to blast a song loudly.

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Yes, Katy, yes.

I feel too vulnerable right now. Like I'm too easy to hurt.

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin? Like a house of cards one blow from caving in.

I relate too much to this song.

He decides to change the song, and "#thatPOWER" came on.

That's more like it.

He listened to the music, and it let him escape from reality for a little while.

He forgot about his parents fighting, he forgot about the bitches at school, he forgot about that drunk boy in the alley... He forgot about everything on his mind basically.

...Except for one thing.

Connor and Troye's kiss.

Had that even meant anything?

A/N: Hey! So, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry, it's a little bit shorter than some of my other chapters but whatever. Hope you're liking this story so far! Opinions? :)