Tronnor and Phan One Shots

Green eyes, (Read A/N!!!!)

 *Peeks around corner* Oh uh hi there. I'm so sorry i haven't posted in forever. School happened, family happened, me being lazy happened and i just forgot. I'm so sorry and i'm going to try to start to post at least once a week. (No promises though cause like i said, i'm lazy) But.... i do have something for you now! This is a preview to one of my full blow story ideas, So i was thinking about writing this as a separate story or maybe a short story i could write in this One shot book? Tell me your opinion in the comments and Enjoy!  

Troye POV.

The cool wind whirls by me, causing a slight shiver to go down my spine. I feel the tall grass brush against my arm, making me smile at the softness. I look at my surroundings carefully, taking in everything I could lay my eyes on. Thick woods line the meadow hill I sit in with bushes and flowers lining the edge, preventing you from going inside the woods. I look straight ahead at the sunset, lining the horizon waving good bye to me. I look up to the moon, which is just peeking out from the clouds, faint stars following behind it. I feel myself leaning back, taking in the smell of flowers and pine. I close my eyes and feel the breeze push the grass around me, causing it to brush my skin. I sigh in pleasure until I hear a voice. I open one eye slowly, pulling myself up again. I look around at everything again, seeing if a human is in eye sight. I sit there for what feels like minutes but no sign of human life. I rub my temples, laughing to myself. Stupid Troye, you're hearing voices in your head? I pull my legs up to my chest, thinking of the voice. It was calming, even though all I heard was him saying "Come". Him? Was it a guy? It sounds like one. It was softer than most men's but it has a hard finish, showing confidence. It is also a bit nasally. I need to stop calling it it. It's a he now. He had an American accent; the only way I knew it was American was because of Netflix and the pronunc-

"Troye!" The voice in my head makes me jump out of my thoughts- it makes me stand up. I look around again, now intrigued yet petrified. How does he know my name? How did he even find me? I run my fingers through my curls at the disturbing thoughts. When I don't see anyone in front of me, I turn around and look up the hill. I look around again and almost give up until my eye catches a glimpse of a figure. I stop and slowly look back to see a young man standing at the woods' edge. I couldn't make out who it was in time before he vanished. I blink a couple times trying to comprehend what just happened. I gulp in fear and turn around to leave, not wanting to find the man again. I turn quickly to get my book-bag that's laying a couple feet away from me but I soon am chest to chest with someone. My eyes widen and I want to scream and run but nothing comes out, nor moves. We are chest to chest and nose to nose; his eyes are glowing- they are bright green like the grass that surrounds us. I see a glimmer of happiness and excitement go through his eyes, while mine widen more in fear and anxiety. He grabs my hand and brings it to my cheek. I stiffen at the contact; I want to pull away but I'm stuck in the same spot. I stare at him as he leans back slightly so I can now see him more clearly. He has dark, dirty, blondish hair that lays on his forehead in waves. A big toothy smile is spread across his face, making wrinkles form at the ends near his cheeks. His cheeks are a rosy tint that makes them seem like they glow. To top it all off, a flower crown lays on top of his hair. He opens his mouth to speak and it seems like he says it in slow motion. "I found, Troye. Finally,"

I sit up and gasp, my legs tangled in the covers. I try to calm my breathing as I think back to my dream, and the green eyes staring back at me.