Troyes POV: (lol I know u gonna kill meh sorry also I can't sleep so... Here's another chapter)
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I groan as I reach over to the bedside table and pick it up, starting at the light of a thousand suns on my screen. The name mum pops up. I slide the answer button and hold the phone to my ear. "Hey mum." I say quietly. Wait, I can talk? I got my voice back!! Well at least for now. Remember, no screaming and don't talk too much or too loudly. "Hey taki. What would you say on you and Connor visiting this weekend?! If your not busy, of course." I wipe some sleep from my eyes. "Sure. I'll ask Connah when he gets up. Gotta go. Love you." I say, trying to end the call without much speaking getting done as I know I'm not supposed to talk. "Okay. Love you too." I hang up the phone and put it on my side table before checking the time. 10:42. It's pretty late. I figure it's time to get up. Plus I can't go back to sleep. I turn around and see Connor fast asleep. He's so adorable. And he's mine. All mine. I smile at the thought and start kissing his neck. He wakes up and looks at me. "Morning baby." He says. I sit up. "Morning." I whisper. "Hey, you have your voice back." He says with a smile. I nod along with a smile too. It's a parade of smiles. He sits up and leans over, kissing me for awhile. "Is Zoe here?" He jokes. I laugh. "I don't think so." I say. He slightly laughs and I lean in to kiss him again when he gives me a quick peck and then stops me. "You know I wanna just lay here and kiss you but your sick. We need to get you your medicine and I don't think kissing will help. Especially since your sickness is your throat." He jokes. I fall against my pillow and sigh. "Okay." I whisper. We smile at eachother and he gives me a peck before standing up, getting dressed in sweatpants and a sweater, and throws the same at me. I get dressed and follow him out into the kitchen. "Okay so while I get your medicine please don't talk too much, definitely don't scream, don't eat anything until I get back, and please please PLEASE don't do anything you know your not supposed to." He says. I roll my eyes and start walking away before he grabs my collar and turns me around as he whispers against my lips. "Love you." I smile and say it back before he kisses me again and then let's me go. I sit on the couch and wave goodbye to him as I see him drive away to go and pick up my medicine from the pharmacy as we forgot to on the way home yesterday. After a couple episodes of friends I text Connor as I hear my stomach grumble for the 10th time.
To: Babe 💙
You: Hey babe, I'm starvingggg can I pls have something to eat I know wut to eat plsssss
Babe 💙: fine but not too much and if it hurts don't eat anymore and I'll call the doctor when I get home. Love u
You: thanks baby! Love u too
I turn off my phone and grab another thing of ice cream along with a tall glass of full water. I sit down on my knees in front of the small low to the ground coffee table and eat until I'm full. I take care of my dishes and grab another glass of water as I lay down.
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I fall asleep somehow in between episodes of different reality shows and wake up with Connor kneeling at my side and whispering for me to get up. I open my eyes and smile at him. "Hi." I say cutely. He smiles and kisses my forehead. "I got your medicine. Come on." He says standing up and walking into the kitchen. I roll off the couch and follow him over to a brown bag sitting on the counter. He takes out a bottle of pills and hands me one. I walk over to the couch, holding the small white medicine in my hand and sit down on the couch. I pick up the water in my other hand and throw the pill in my mouth and then swallowing it along with a gulp of water. It slides down my throat uneasily, and I cringe at the feeling of it. "Good job baby." Says Connor as he walks over. I smile and he gives me a quick kiss before I hear my phone start ringing again. "I'll get it." He says, rushing upstairs. A couple minutes later after I hear his muffled voice he comes downstairs with my phone in his hand. He puts it on the small side table next to the couch with the lamp on it and informs me who it was. "It was your mom. She asked if you asked me if I wanted to go to Perth this weekend?" He says. My stomach grumbles before I answer. "Oh yeah. She called me this morning asking if we wanted to visit this weekend. Can we? I really wanna see them." I say. He sighs. "If you go a couple days without loosing your voice or anything happening, I'll call the doctor and ask if you're okay to travel. Kay?" He says. I grin and stand up, hugging him. "Thanks." I say into his shoulder. I feel him smile and then kiss my head. "You should get some rest. Bed or couch?" He asks when we pull apart. "Couch. I'm not really that tired so I'll wait for the tv to let me fall asleep." I say. "Okie dokie." He says, laying on the couch. I lay in front of him and he wraps his arms around above my waist as we watch tv.
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Connors POV: (Ikr finally)
I bury my face into Troyes neck as I feel myself getting tired, blocking out the sunlight shining in. I hear him slightly laugh and grab my hand. I squeeze his back and I fall asleep.
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I wake to the sound of a thud. "Hm?" I ask opening my eyes. Troye isn't on the couch anymore and instead on the floor. "Ow." I hear him say. "Oh my god, sorry babe! I must've pushed you off in my sleep." I say, sitting up. "Don't worry." He slurs, tiredness in his voice. "Let's go to the bed." I say. He nods in agreement and I help him up as we head to the bed. When I strip down into my boxers (after helping Troye) I crawl into bed, cuddling into him. "Love you." I whisper. "Love you too." He says so quiet, even this close I could barely hear him. A couple minutes later I get awoken by the feelings of kisses on my neck. I flicker open my eyes and look down at Troye, who is, as I thought, indeed kissing my neck. "Babe stop." I say, shifting slightly. "Babe, your sick. Stop, this isn't going to help." I say, trying to push him off. He doesn't stop. "But your the only thing that can make me feel better." He says, moving up to my jawline. It's feels good but I have to resist myself. "Troye I'm serious!" I yell. He stops and whimpers quietly, scooting away from me. My body feels cold without his touch and I start scooting over to him. "Babe come on." I say. "No Connor, I'm sick, remember? Just stay away so you don't get sick either, you know, because something in my throat can spread to you because I'm touching you." He mocks, staying with his eyes closed and facing the other way. "I never said I don't want to get sick. You know I would get sick for you if you wouldn't have it anymore. I just don't want you getting even more sick Troye." I say. "Whatever." He grumbles scooting more away until almost half of him is hanging off the bed. I roll my eyes and grab his stomach, pulling him closer to me. He grumbles in decline but doesn't do anything besides that. To make sure he doesn't fall off I keep him close as I can and as far away from the edge as possible until we finally fall asleep.
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I wake up feeling empty and cold. I open my eyes and see the bed is empty, besides me obviously. "Troye?" I try to say, but can't. My voice is gone. Dammit Troye. I roll over to the edge of the bed and pick up a pair of sweatpants and slide them on under the covers as I'm freezing. I then stand up and tread downstairs. I see a note on the fridge. I walk over to it and pull it off.
Went to the studio.
Be back soon.
<3
Dammit! I pick up my phone and am about to call him when I remember I lost my voice and instead text him.
Troye Boi 💙
You: You know your not supposed to sing!
I wait anxiously for an answer and almost drop my phone trying to pick it up when I hear it go off.
Troye Boi 💙
You: You know your not supposed to sing!
Troye Boi 💙: I'm not I'm just chilling with Emma.
I sigh and put down my phone. You better be telling the truth. I think.
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Troyes POV:
"Okay Troye I think you should go home. Connors probably getting suspicious that your singing." Says Emma as I finish my 3rd bottle of water. I nod and throw the empty bottle in the trash. "Good idea." I say wiping my mouth with my sleeve. I ice up my phone and call him. He doesn't answer and a couple seconds later he texts me.
Babe 💙
Babe 💙: I lost my voice I can't talk.
I read the text and then hit my forehead with my palm. "What's the matter?" Emma asks. I sigh and toss her my phone to read. She catches it and skims over it. "Umm, Troye you may wanna read over what I just did..." She says tossing me back the phone. My stomach drops as I think of what she may have just read. I read it and turn a dark red. "Now I know that you've sexted...." Says Emma, hiding her laughing. I roll my eyes and throw the phone at her. "Scroll down!" I yell. Thank god it's just me and Emma. If anybody else were here I would be gone by now. She does and then her laughter ends. "Oh.. Sorry Troye. But why does this have to do with you?" She asks, tossing me my phone back. I turn it off and look at her. "What do you think?" I ask. She smiles and smushes her palms together with raised eyebrows, to ask. "I knew you would go straight for that." I mumble. "And no. He won't sleep with me until I'm not sick anymore because he's a good boyfriend. We kissed and I guess I gave it to him." I say. She frowns. "Sorry Troye. Well you should get back to him. He took care of you, know it's time to take care of him." She says with a smile. I smile back. "Thanks Emma. See you tomorrow." I say, waving goodbye at her as I walk out of the room.
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When I get back home Connor is laying asleep on the couch. He has water next to him and he's cuddling into the pillow. He looks miserable. Is that how I looked? Is this how he felt when he saw me? I walk over to him and lean down next to him. His face is red-ish, and he looks even more miserable up close. Poor baby. I cup his hot cheek, and kiss his forehead. His eyes flicker open and he looks at me. After a couple seconds he sits up and gives me a hug quickly. "You didn't sing right?" He says, pushing his voice to even get out barely a sound. I push the hair stuck to his forehead out of his way and shake my head. "No baby. Are you okay?" I ask. He shakes his head and lays his head on my shoulder. I hold my hand to the back of his head and hold the rest of him with the other. "I'm sorry babe. I'm so sorry your sick because of me." I whisper. He kisses the side of my neck and then lays back down. "It's not your fault baby." He says. I know it's my fault but I'm not gonna argue with him right now. After sitting there for awhile he pulls away. "I'm hot as hell. Can you get me an ice pack please?" He asks. I kiss his forehead. "Of course." I stand up and walk to the kitchen, taking out an ice pack and walk back to Connor, placing the ice pack on his forehead and setting him down on the couch so he's laying down. "I love you." He says, cuddling into his arm. "I love you too." I say, leaning over and kissing him one more time on the phone forehead before walking to the small arm chair and sitting down as I start to watch tv and make sure Connors okay.
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Hope you enjoyed! See you soon. Bye. <3
