The Boy Upstairs /tronnor/

eleven

Connor

Hearing that you have cancer and that you won't make it to New Years is terrifying, to be honest. The somewhat humid September air seemed to go ice cold then, and my heart dropped into my stomach, which felt way too heavy. I wasn't sure if I could face Troye after finding out, but somehow I had. I had no idea what came over me, but as I crawled into his bed to finally be held by him, something in my brain clicked and I just kissed him. Lucky for me, because we spent the rest of the night talking and kissing and snuggling.

A few days later, I started my chemo. It hurt like hell and I cried for most of it, but coming back to my room to see a happy Troye in a cute beanie and holding flowers made me smile, rolling over to the chair he was in and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. 

I was in a wheelchair for good now, my legs determined too weak to even stand on. I was losing muscle strength, and fast. I had lost some hair after the first chemo treatment, and after each treatment I lost tiny chunks, tears rolling out of my eyes as I watched my ringlet waves fall onto my bed as I ran my fingers through the hair that remained. Troye liked my hair anyways, though. He had given me a few of his beanies, and I cherished them as if they were my most prized possession, although I only wore them sometimes. I didn't want them to lose his scent, the smell that was the only thing that made me feel at ease anymore.

We grew a lot closer over the following days and weeks, and before I knew it, we had been together for a month. Troye talked Jackie into letting me go outside into the cool October air on our one month, him pushing my wheelchair as I stared at the bushes that had once been full of beautiful blooms, now coated with a thick brown layer of dying flowers.

"Happy one month." Troye muttered in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe, making me giggle as we pulled up to a secluded area with a picnic blanket and lit candles inside. 

"Troye." I breathed.

"I can't cook for shit, as you know." He picked me up bridal style, making me squeal a little. When did he get so strong? He rolled the chair to the side of the obviously-built covering, and laid me down on the blanket, sitting on the side of me. "So I ordered us pizza."

"Sounds perfect." I opened the box and laughed at the heart shaped cheese pizza it contained. "Really, Tro?"

"Shut up, I know it's cheesy but I thought it would be cute." He began to laugh now too, taking a piece of the heart for himself. "So, I've started to write some songs in my journal."

"Really?" I sat up excitedly. "I told you you were amazing at writing! Troye, this is awesome."

"I have one song in there already." He flipped to it in his tiny notebook and smiled at it contently. "It's called "For Him.""

"Cute!" I smiled, my heart racing because I assumed it was about me. I adjusted Troye's beanie on my head snugly. "Can I hear it?"

"A little bit. You can hear my favorite part, the bridge. I wrote it really fast, in like thirty seconds. After the first time I met you, actually."

I blushed as he cleared his throat and began to sing. As soon as he started to sing, my soul practically left my body.

We're not a commercial for everyone else
We go out for coffee and keep to ourselves

We make little homes out of three star hotels
And I know what you're feeling, cause I feel it as well.

Troye looks at me expectantly, and I know he wants my reaction, but I can't even speak. I feel like I've known him forever, not just for two months. I'm so deeply in love with this kid already, it's insane. I don't even say anything, I just lean forward and press my lips against his aggressively, and he puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses me back with just as much force.

"I love you." We breathe at the same time, making us giggle as I fall over and he gets on top of me gently, our kiss not breaking.