Odd Tronnor One Shots

Heartbreak Boy

Troye and I walked the suburban streets of Perth, with our backpacks slung over our shoulders. His mob of curls flopped up and down everytime he took a step. His nose ring was always shining, even when he was not. His bright blue eyes were always alive and glistening. I kept my eyes on him as we walked, his beauty mesmerising me. His mouth moved as he spoke. But the only thing I was hearing were my thoughts. We walked across the street, but the only one looking out for cars was Troye. My eyes were fixatated on him the entire time, I didn't realise he was a few metres infront of me, and already on the other side.
"CONNOR!" He yelled, pushing me aside. The jeep crashed into Troye's side and he screamed. I screamed, my whole body frozen with shock. He collapsed onto the concrete, crying.
"No, no, no," I panicked. My breaths quickened their pace. I rushed up to his limp body, dropping my bag and pulling my phone out of my pocket. I dialled 000, desperately begging for help.
"Connor, it hurts," Troye croaked, as I was on the phone. I stroked his hair comfortingly, his messy curls getting tangled in my fingers. I smiled sadly as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Soon enough, an ambulance's siren was heard in the distance.
"Troye, don't you worry, you'll be fine," I encouraged. He continued crying with pain, tears staining his gorgeous face.
"I-I'm going to die," He whimpered in between uncontrollable sobs.
"No," Was all I was able to mutter. I had no strength left. The ambulance siren grew louder as it drew closer and closer, the repeated sound ringing in and out of my ears.
"Connor, I'm cold," He shivered, his sad face turning extremely pale. I pulled off my sweatshirt and laid it over his freezing body.
The ambulance pulled up near us and immediately rushed out to our aid. Somene put a blanket around me.
They moved Troye onto the wheely bed type thing, and wheeled him into the back of the ambulance. I was left panicking outside.
"Connor, would you like to come?" Someone asked. I nod, my panicking preventing me from speaking. A cold sweat ran down my neck. I sat by Troye as we took off, holding  his cold hand.
"Connor," He softly whispered. I looked up, my eyes locking with his blue ones.
"Sing me something." I hesitated, shy to sing infront of others. I sighed and reminded myself that I would do anything for my best friend.
"I dedicate this song to you, the one who never sees the truth, that I can take away your hurt, heartbreak boy," I sang quietly. He smiled and grasped my hand tightly.
"I love you," He whispered. His eyes fluttered shut. My eyes widened, but I relaxed when I saw his chest moving up and down as he slept. I took in his beauty. Even after he got hit by a car, he's still so perfect. Why can't he see that?
The moment we arrived in the damned hospital, they rushed Troye into surgery. I panicked again, thinking it was extremely urgent. It was.
As I sat in the waiting room, I called his mother to inform her about our small Tokky. She cried, before leaving her house.
I tapped away on my phone, sending text after text to our close friends and my family. Finally, a doctor came to talk to me.
"Connor Franta?" He asked. I nodded.
"Come with me," He motioned for me to follow him. I did just that. He took me into a room, presumably his office, and told me to sit.
"Now, Troye is alive," He started. I let out a breath of relief.
"But, a few of his ribs pierced his right lung quite deeply. Also some of his internal organs has been damaged, a few quite severely. Connor, he can't live. He'll die in the next 24 hours," He added. My whole world came crashing down. All those times Troye and I laughed until our stomachs hurt flashed through my head. That's never going to happen again.
"C-can I visit him?" I asked, my voice heavy with tears. He nodded. He lead me to Troye's room. I inhaled deeply before pushing the door open. And there he was. My Troye laid asleep on the uncomfortable hospital bed, a cannula going in his nostrils, and behind his ears. I sat in the plastic chair beside him and twisted his curls in my fingers. At that moment, Laurelle, Shaun, Tyde and Sage entered the room. I guessed that Steele was at Uni.
"Hi," I muttered, holding Troye's cold hand in my warm one.
"Is he..alright?" Laurelle sobbed at the sight of her son unconscious and injured. The doctor came back in and whispered something to them. Their expressions were the same; eyes wide and face pale. Laurelle clutched her husband for support, crying into his blue button up. Guilt shot through me. I killed their son.
At that exact moment, I began crying like the crybaby I am.
"Connor.." Laurelle frowned.
"It's all my fault! He pushed me out of the way," I cried, feeling shameful.
"He loved you and he wanted to protect you. You didn't do anything wrong," Laurelle assured me. A large frown took over my face as the tears finally subsided.
"I'm so so so sorry," I told her. She shook her head.
"No, no."
A couple of hours later, Troye's heart rate had slowed down. I panicked, and thought he was going to die right then and there. He woke up for about 10 minutes.
"Troye," I gasped, seeing his eyes open.
"Hi," He groaned, his hand coming in contact with his forehead.
"What's wrong, doll?" I ask, clutching his bigger hand in my smaller one.
"Everything hurts, my chest, my head, my legs, everything," He winces. I kiss his hand.
"Babe..." I whisper, frowning.
"What?" Troye hummed.
"Nothing," I blushed, hoping he didn't hear what I called him.
"Connor," The intensity of his blue eyes struck me, hard.
"Yes?" I muttered in response.
"I love you," He began to cry, as his fingers snaked around my collar and pulled me in. Our lips collided, and I was caught in the moment. There wasn't just sparks, there was fucking roman candles, sparklers, fire crackers, dynamites. Everything around us froze completely, and there was just us; me and Troye. My eyes remained shut as his warm lips danced along with mine. We pulled away, a string of saliva dangling between our lips, connecting us in a way. His pink lips were more of a raspberry color, matching his cheeks. He lay back down, smiling slightly. His eyes fluttered shut, and his face became blank of any emotion. My heart started pounding out of my chest, and my breathing stopped for half a minute. A nurse came in, and checked on him.
"He's alive. But his strings of life are loosening. He won't survive the night," She stated honestly. I gasped and collapsed onto my knees.
"No..." I cried, tears dripping onto the hard grey floor. I couldn't handle the pitiful look in the nurse's green eyes.
"I'm so sorry," She said monotonously. I grumbled a few offensive words under my breathe before taking a seat on the small couch. Sympathy rested on her face as she left the room. I groaned, and began crying again. Exhaustion soon came over me, and I fell asleep.
I woke up in my own bed the following morning. Crusty tears sat in the outer corners of my eyes. I snatched my phone from my pocket and saw a missed call from Laurelle. I swear my heart stopped. I called her back immediately.
"Good morning," Her devastated voice greeted through the phone.
"I-is he...gone?" I asked, choking back my sobs.
"Y-y-yes. I'm so extremely sorry," She cried. My eyes widened. My hands shook as they kept the phone in place. My heart dropped, my stomach doing flips. Tears streamed down my face and onto my sheets. Nothing could relieve the uncontainable pain. The world seemed to be black and white. My body turned ice cold as I unconsciously nibbled my nails. My powerful sobs racked my entire body.
You know how Hazel Grace felt when Augustus lost his life? That's exactly how I felt. I slammed my pillow against my head, begging for the numbness to go away. I threw my tissue box across the room, and screamed. I didn't want to feel numb, it made me feel weak and vulnerable. But that's just what I am.

I HAVEN'T UPDATED ANY OF MY STORIES IN AGES IM SO SORRY HERES A LONG ONE SHOT TO APOLOGISE