Falling {Tronnor}

Eleven

Hannah was silent for a while, and Connor finally looked back at his phone to see her smiling widely at him.

"What?" he asked, suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that he was blushing (he liked it better when he couldn't see himself in the corner of the screen, because he could see the redness of his face).

Hannah simply shook her head, controlling her grin. "What made you realize?" she asked.

Connor had expected an interrogation, so with a slight sigh he began explaining. "I guess if you're looking for the one moment, that was today. I told you I was visiting his family with him, right?" Hannah nodded, so Connor continued. "Well, we got back to his house and he started telling me that he was really grateful to have me as a friend and how I was kind and caring and stuff like that."

Hannah 'aw'ed out loud, and Connor looked away to hide his blush.

"And then he gave me a hug, which is pretty normal for us so I'm used to it," Connor continued. "But, um, this time he gave me a kiss, too."

"On the lips?" Hannah asked.

Connor's eyes widened. "No," he exclaimed. "I mean, if he had I wouldn't have the dilemma of wondering if he liked me back, now would I?"

Hannah paused. "No, I suppose not," she said. "So, where then?"

"Just my cheek," Connor replied. He bit his lip. "I just don't know... that can be friendly and I don't want to read the signs wrong and fuck up one of the best friendships I have."

Hannah's face softened and she smiled slightly. "You know what I think, Con?"

"What?"

"I think that Troye wouldn't go to the extent he has to help you for just anyone. I think that he wouldn't open up to someone he didn't like," she began.

"Yeah, but he can like me as a friend," Connor interrupted.

"Let me finish, Con," Hannah said, but despite her scolding tone, Connor could see her smile. "I think that Troye wouldn't spend so much time with someone he didn't like, and I think that he wouldn't bring someone he didn't like home to meet his family."

"Again, all things he would do with a friend."

Hannah shot him a look. "I've been friends with Troye for years and I've only met his sister once because she visited him," she said. "I mean, even before the accident and all that, Troye didn't really take friends home. He was there plenty, of course," Hannah added as a side note. Connor frowned, as this was news to him.

"But..."

"And," Hannah added. "I've known Troye for a long time. I know him, almost as well as I know you. I think you should consider the possibility that he likes you back."

"B-But he might not," Connor sputtered, nearly dropping his phone at Hannah's comment.

Hannah studied him for a second. "I think you should think about it, Con. Take some time to figure out your own feelings and then let Troye worry about his."

"But what if he rejects me? I mean, what if he hates me?" Connor asked, finally voicing his fear.

"Con," Hannah said gently. "Do you really think Troye would hate you just because you love him. Even in the small chance that he doesn't return your feelings-"

"Not that small," Connor interjected.

Hannah raised her eyebrows at him. "In the small chance that he doesn't return them, he's not going to hate you. He's not that kind of person, Con, you know that."

"Well... yes but..."

"No buts," Hannah said. "Think about it, okay?"

"Fine," Connor said. "I... I'll think about talking to him." He saw Hannah's smile and rolled his eyes. "I said I'll think about it, not that I'll confess to him."

"But it's a step, right?" Hannah asked.

Connor sighed. "Yes, I guess it is. Thanks, Hannah."

"Let's get together soon?"

"Yeah," Connor replied. "Definitely. "

Hannah smiled. "Great."

"Well... I should go," Connor said after a second.

"Bye, Con," Hannah replied, waving to him.

"Bye." He hung up the call and leaned back into his pillows, closing his eyes. Hannah had given him a few things to think about.

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He knew he was falling for Troye, and maybe he'd already fallen but that was okay. He didn't mind it, meeting Troye was one of the best things that had happened to him. Falling for Troye was one of the best things that had happened to him. He finally had someone who made him feel at home. He could imagine settling down with Troye, he could imagine waking up in the morning to blue eyes and messy hair and kisses, he could imagine falling asleep with Troye in his arms, with the boy he loved clutched to his chest.

"I love you, Troye." He tried out the words, wondering how Troye would react to hearing them. He hoped that it would be a positive reaction, that Troye would return his feelings. He couldn't help but smile as he imagined Troye saying those words back.

'I love you.'

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a/n: this is short again rip. it's only because i wanted to post this before the next big chapter. I'm leaning towards doing it from Troye's pov, if you guys would be interested. idk troye is just speaking to me in terms of this story and i want to write his perspective. i'll probably end up writing it, it's just a question of if you guys would want to read it or not. (anyway I'm gonna stop waffling, have a nice day and i hope it's not too cold wherever you are)(or too hot for my southern hemisphere peeps it's like summer there right)