You And I: On Tour

Connor II

In Rome, the hotel we stayed at didn't allow Troye and I to share a room because of their beliefs about gay people. We hadn't been bothered to argue, instead just going with the two rooms next to each other.

However, when I tried to go to sleep, I found myself tossing and turning, missing the feeling of Troye next to me. After a few unsuccessful attempts to fall asleep, I climbed out of bed and crossed the room to the wall between our rooms. I knocked quietly.

"Troye?" I called. There was a moment of silence where I thought maybe he had managed to fall asleep. But then I heard him knock back.

"I'm here." His voice was muffled but I was happy to hear it. "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep."

"Me either. I miss you." To anyone else, we probably sounded ridiculous but over the last three weeks, we'd gotten used to sleeping next to each other and it just didn't seem fair that there was just a wall separating us.

"I miss you too." I pressed my hand against the wall, imagining Troye doing the same on the other side.

"Wait a second." He said and I frowned. Where was I going to go? I was in my hotel room. I sat there, waiting for him to come back, my head resting against the wall. There was a knock at my door and I looked up.

"Is that you?" I called out.

"Open up." His voice was less muffled now, coming from the door. I scrambled to get up and open the door, throwing myself into his arms the moment I could.

"Troye, this is silly." I said into his shoulder.

"What is?"

"That we need each other to sleep."

"I don't think it is." He said, pulling back to look at me.

"Why?"

"Because it shows how strong our love is." He glanced over his shoulder, looking for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"Cameras."

"Huh?"

"Security cameras. There's none that I can see, so who's to stop us from spending the night together?"

"Troye, you heard the hotel manager. They don't condone our relationship. They only let us stay because we were offering so much."

"We should have gone to  a different hotel." He muttered.

"But this is the closest to the venue." I put one hand on his cheek, my thumb tracing lines under his eye.

"Still. With everything I'm standing for with the tour, we shouldn't have to deal with this."

"I know. But it's just one night. One hotel. We can deal with this. We have to." I grinned. "Remember, when we get home, we have to sleep separately again."

"Ugh, don't remind me." He dropped his head onto my shoulder. "It's still two months away."

"Two amazing months."

"Mm." He looked at me. "Do you think you can sleep now?"

"I think so. But I need one thing from you, first."

"Me too." I pressed a kiss to his lips quickly before pulling away from him completely.

"I love you. Goodnight, Troye."

"Love you too. Sweet dreams." I shut the door once he'd disappeared into his room. Crawling back into bed, I found it a lot easier to drift off to sleep now, the faint trace of Troye's arms around me and his lips on mine soothing me.