Lovesick. - Tronnor ✔️

18.

[A/N: Yes I am alive now please spare me the slack of not updating for 2 weeks :'D]

'Connor!'a very relieved voice spoke. 

'Hey Tro' I said softly 'You asked me to call?'

 'Yeah uhm, I just wanted to hear my boyfriend's voice before-'

 '- wait since when am I your boyfriend?' I said a bit caught off guard with a frown on my face.

 'Do you not want to be?' a doubtful voice said that belonged to this amazing boy with blue eyes.

 'What? yes! Hell yes I would' I immediately said, of course I wanted that, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted to be able to kiss him and hug him whenever I wanted, to talk with him for hours during the night, snuggled up between soft pillows. I wanted to sit in front of the fireplace with blankets covering our legs after we had gone outside and had a snowball war with Christmas, drinking hot chocolate and watching the polar express for the 17392th time. But unfortunately it never snowed in California, but I could take him to my nan in Minnesota, to get a real Christmas. But then next year of course, as this year's Christmas would most likely be spent in the hospital. 

'Okay then.. Connor Joel Franta, will you be my boyfriend?' he asked formally, as if he was proposing. My heart dropped at those words, for a second I didn't even know how to speak as I was smiling so widely. 

'Hell yes, yes Troye Sivan Mellet, yes I will be your boyfriend, is that even a question?' I laughed as a tingly feeling exploded in my stomach. 

'Well that's a nice thing to hear before I go into this life-changing surgery' Troye said, a bit of terror in his voice (understandably).

'Yeah how are you feeling?' 

'I'm.. nervous?' he said, 'yeah I'm nervous, really nervous, like what if it goes wrong? I could lose my sight, or my ability to write, or to speak even!' he rambled, his voice shaking a bit.

 'But what if it goes right? And you're done with feeling like shit and you can lead your life like before, if not, better!' I said, talking to myself as well. What he said sounded so scary and as much as I didn't want it to happen there was always a possibility. Luckily he didn't have any metastases. 

'Yeah I guess you're right' he admitted.

'Don't worry Tro, these people didn't spend 30 years studying for nothing.' I assured him.

 'mhm' troye said, as if he still wasn't sure. But he didn't have any other choice, it was this or the infinite sleep in 2 months. It sounded weird thinking of it like that, as if.. he could actually..

 'I have to go now Con' he stated, his voice trembled. 

'stay strong, and good luck, I love you' I widened my eyes, did I really say that? Shitshitshitshit it stayed silent on the other line, I heard Laurelle say something in the background, did she hear that?! I was freaking out, what if this was too soon? I just said it in a rush maybe he would understand? 

'Thanks, love you too, bye' his voice sounded, and then I heard the beep that the call was over. I widened my eyes as my stomach twisted and turned and my heartbeat sped up. He said it back.

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'Bye, have fun in new York!' I said as I hugged my dad. The taxi had arrived so I had to officially say goodbye. I went in to hug Nicola but she stopped me,

 'Connor, last chance, are you sure you don't want to go?' she said, trying to get through me. I chuckled and I pulled her in one big, tight hug that she could barely escape.