In this one, Just clarifying, Troye isn't out yet! although connor is!!!
((troye pov))
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With my stomach turning with nervousness, I read over my text to Connor, before sending it.
Hey con, I have something big to tell you and it would be good if you could please come over asap,
I then lay my phone on the bedside table, and wait for a response. After two minutes, and struggling to put on a jumper, I finally get a reply.
Sure! I'll be over in 15?
Glancing at the clock, I type my response, and step out of the bedroom part of my temporary hotel. The brightness of the few lamps I turn on burns my eyes, but knowing it's only from sleeping all day and jet lag, I shake it off. Tumblr seems to catch my attention until I hear Connor knock on my door.
That's when the panic sets in.
Am I doing this?
I can't do this.
However, I force myself to answer door.
"Hey con!!" I move out of his way so he can step inside, closing the door behind him.
"Troye! Welcome back to LA!" He then hugs me, pulling away only to ask, eyebrows raised,
"What did you want to tell me?"
It felt like my heart stopped, not in a good way either.
Suddenly I felt so scared, like I couldn't breathe, my mouth went dry.
"we should sit down first." I manage to only stutter slightly saying this, but Connor doesn't seem to notice as he makes his way to the small love seat that is pressed up against the wall, sits down and pats the spot beside him.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Connor turns to me a slightly worried expression on his face and asks,
"Troye? Are you alright? You seem really worried?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, and I am worried, con. This is something really big and I don't know how to tell you."
Another short silenced passed, until he turned and held me in a hug.
" you can tell me anything,Troye. Nothing you can say will make me hate you, ever" Connor paused "please tell me?" Followed by another short silence, I sighed.
"you promise?" i asked,
"i promise."
there was something reassuring about being held in the arms of someone you care for, someone you trust, your best friend. but deep down, theres this panic. this panic of if your best friend will support you, care for you, trust you, remain your best friend. this panic that sleeps in your mind, always there, big or small, you just panic. will whoever leave me? will whoever never trust me again?
but this is connor, even deeper down, I know he wouldn't hate me, leave me, i know he cares for me, i know he trusts me, i know he's my best friend,maybe a low key crush, he wouldn't hurt me like that.
still engulfed in a hug, i breathe in his scent. first off, you smell coffee, then the newest addition to his collection of candles, and cherry. connor.
it comforts me more.
i wisper, almost inaudibly,
"i like boys" and i start to cry, i dont know why.
"oh troye, that's completely okay! youre still troye, you just happen to like boys," he pulls away then, looking into my eyes, his widening in horror, as he notices my tears.
"troye baby!!" he coos "no no no, dont cry," his hands then cup my ckeeks, his thumbs waping away tears.
his lips looked like a nice thing to be kissing at that moment
he pulled me into another hug, only pulling away slightly, just enough so he could see my face.
"thank you, for not freaking out or anything," i wisper
"why, would i freak out, troye, im very gay, me of all people, would not be the one to freak out" he giggled at the end, although i was very distracted by his lips. i looked in his eyes, except, not meeting them, only to follow them to about my lips. i felt myself blush a probably deep pink.
his eyes then reach mine, probably putting piece and piece to together, and his cheeks turned a light pink.
there was a small silence.
his hand slowly slid to the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and goosebumps up my arms.
"c-can i...?" he stutered, i responded with leaning closer, our noses touched, butterflies flew in my stomach,
he pulled me closer slowly, so i had time to pull back, but when our lips touched, i could've swore i saw sparks fly.
we shared a few light, passionate kisses,
"could i stay here tonight?" he asks as he pulls away, i nod, stand, pulling him with me, and bring him to my still packed suitcase. here are some bottoms, and a shirt if you want it. theyre both a bit too big for me, so they should fit.
***
"how much is this hotel costing you? he asks,
"around 90$ a day" turning around i plug in my phone,
"do you want to stay at my place? youll save alot of money. "
i nod and climb in the bed. i look over at him, still sprawled out along the love seat, making no attempt to move.
"con?" i say, to get his attention. i then pat the bed, i will not tolerate him sleeping on a love seat. back pain for weeks.
he looks at me and then the bed, and slowly shuffles over, climbs in, and covers himself with the sucky hotel covers.
"goodnight" i turn off the lamps.
after about ten minutes of trying to get to sleep, i feel an arm around me, connors arm around me.
who knew i love cuddling?
ok wow
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ignore spelling mistakes tho whoops
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