tronnor oneshots - DISCONTINUED

My Prince (pt. 2)

( requested by the lovely @_i_am_weird265 ( : btw i found it adorable when you commented pretty please )

CPOV-

*friday after school 6 o'clock pm, 3 hours before prom*

You'd think that when your boyfriend planned this extravagant way to ask you to prom and had everything from the tux to the limo that there wouldn't be any problems.

Yes? Yeah, I thought that too.

Troye took the tux to get it steamed so it would look even more beautiful than it already was, to have it misplaced within the building. Troye had to explain to the lovely people that he needed that by tonight, they responded with "I'm sorry were gonna need more time."

More time my ass.

To top it all off the request for our limo didn't go through it go "lost in transcript" or whatever the fuck the man said. This really wasn't what I pictured as our "perfect night" when I found this out I decided to give up on the thing entirely. I've been sitting here in nothing but boxers and sweatpants since like four and I honestly don't plan on moving.

So much for the experience of a life time.

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TPOV-

I fucked up.

Like really fucked up.

I had everything planned. The tux the ride I even picked out the stupid flower things. I wanted to make this night perfect since I've been ignoring him for awhile and the shit clearly went out the window.

It's going on 6:45 and all of my friends are out getting ready or getting dinner before the big thing and I don't have a clue what I'm gonna do. I want to make this up to him, I need to make this up for him. If I can't do that might as well fall of the face of the earth.

I'm getting a little too carried away, aren't I?

Whatever, all I'm saying is that I need to make this up to him and whatever I'm going to do has to be bigger than life itself. Prom is supposed to be the biggest night especially if it's your last one. I pace around the room looking for something, anything.

Then it hit me.

I quickly jumped on the bed and grabbed my phone, opened my imessage and in a frantic texted Connor.

Connie;

Hey I'm so fucking sorry that I messed your perfect night up. What I'm gonna do instead might not be as what you wanted but it's all I can do right now. Dress up in the fanciest clothes that you own. I love you my beautiful boy.

- sickeningly sweet like honey...

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CPOV-

9:03...

9:07...

9:10...

Troye where the fu-.

"Connor, Troye is here!"

I get up and take a quick look at myself in the mirror. I honestly don't know why Troye thinks that he messed it up. Did he think I was mad at him. I mean I wasn't, I was just frustrated that people just can't do their damn job right.

I get pulled out from my thought as my eyes connect to Troye's. I say this many times but Troye, Troye freaking Sivan is literally the most beautiful boy on the planet. He makes even the simplest of outfits look like a fashion designer styled him.

"You look beautiful Connor." Troye said.

"Thank you, are those..." I say pointing to the blue lilies. "for me?"