You And I: On Tour

Connor VIII

I lay on my bed, staring at my phone. There was a picture that Troye posted an hour ago of my hand with the promise ring. Underneath was the caption:

*he said yes. love you, Connor. #promisering*

We both knew we'd probably get a lot of fans asking about weddings and engagements and stuff now but we still felt the need to post the picture, especially for the Miami crowd who had probably all wanted to hear what I'd said.

It was Sunday night, the night before Troye and I returned to school. As much as we'd wanted to stay together the past few nights, our parents had said no, wanting to spend time with us separately. And honestly, it had been fun. My family had loved hearing all the stories, laughing at some of the antics Troye and I got up to when we were together and calming down when I told stories about our time in Australia.

The story they all wanted to hear, though, was the one about Troye giving me the promise ring. I told that one over and over, bringing my mom and Nicola to tears and earning myself some merciless teasing from Dustin and Brandon. Dad was just proud of me for being able to accept who I am in front of so many people.

Now, it was nine o'clock and I'd gone up to my room an hour ago, claiming to want an early night before school tomorrow. Honestly, though, I was just wanting some time to myself. I wanted to collect my thoughts and prepare myself for what was bound to be a big day. Somehow, staring at the picture and at the actual ring made me feel better.

Deciding it was time to try and sleep, I clicked off the phone and put it on the night stand beside my bed. I curled up under the covers, bringing my left hand up to my face to kiss the ring, a habit I'd started doing whenever I felt the need to be close to Troye. Rolling over, I closed my eyes, only to have them fly open again when my phone chimed.

From: Troye (9.01pm)

Open your window.

I frowned at the message but threw off the bed covers anyway, crossing the room to push up my window. Looking down into the yard, I saw Troye waiting on the lawn.

"Troye!" I whispered down to him in excitement. "What are you doing?"

"Can you let me in?" He called back. I nodded and signaled for him to wait a moment. Pulling my head back inside, I had to force myself not to run through the house, down to the front door. Mom and dad were in the living room, the TV turned up loud so they wouldn't hear the door opening. Brandon was in his room, either on his laptop or sleeping, so I was pretty sure I was safe to sneak Troye up to my room.

I opened the door quietly, thanking god it wasn't a squeaky door, to find Troye waiting on the patio. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him inside and shut the door before hurrying him up to my room. As soon as we were safely inside, he pushed me against the wall, connecting our lips in a hungry kiss.

"Mm. Troye..." I whined when we broke apart for air.

"God, I missed you." He whispered. Since leaving the airport on Saturday morning, we hadn't actually seen each other, making it the longest time we'd spent apart in months, so I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"I missed you too." I sighed, trying to pull him closer, despite our bodies being as close as physically possible. "Do your parents know you're here?"

"Yeah. I told them I was spending the night with you, not matter what they said."

"You're staying?"

"Of course. I missed you sleeping beside me last night."

"Me too. I was tossing and turning all night." He took hold of my hands, walking us towards the bed slowly. We kept our lips connected the whole time until suddenly we were falling. Troye had misjudged how far away the bed was and we went tumbling down to the bed together, stifling our laughter.

"Sorry." He said, still laughing quietly.

"It's okay." I rolled off him so that we could both crawl under the covers. Since I was already in my pajamas, I didn't have to change so I buried myself under the blankets while Troye stood and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side. "Do you have something to sleep in?"

"No. But I'll be okay. It's fairly warm tonight and I'll be beside you." I had to smile as he crawled into bed beside me, wrapping his arms round my waist.

"What about for tomorrow?"

"Connor?" I turned my head to look at him.

"Yeah?"

"Stop worrying about what I'm wearing." He kissed my neck, just under my ear and I felt myself melt into him a little.

"Sorry." I breathed. I turned over so I was facing him and he kissed the tip of my nose.

"You're cute, Connie Frannie."

"So are you. You're the one who drove over to sneak into my room."

We talked quietly for a few more minutes before falling asleep, happy to be in each other's arms.

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We were woken the next day by a knock on my door. I scrambled to untangle myself from Troye who was still half asleep and hurried across the room. 

"Morning mom." I said, opening the door to find her waiting patiently outside.

"Morning honey, do you and Troye want breakfast before school?" I was taken aback by her question.

"I...I didn't realise you knew." I said quietly and she laughed.

"His mom texted us last night. She told us that Troye was spending the night and asked us to feed him in the morning."

"Oh."

"Honey, we know you two spent every night together on tour. We can't expect you to easily sleep apart straight away."

"It's hard mom. We're so used to being together."

"I know. We understand. Just remember to try and spend some time apart, okay?" I nodded.

"We will. And I would love some breakfast, thanks." I turned to look at Troye who was sitting up in bed, running his hands through his hair. "Do you want anything?"

"Yeah, actually, food sounds good." He replied.

"Okay, I'll see you boys downstairs in a few minutes, then." Mom said, raising her voice a little so Troye could hear and turned to go back down to the kitchen. I shut the door and headed back to Troye.

"Good morning, Connie Frannie." He said, kissing me.

"Good morning to you too." I replied. "We probably should have told them last night. You know, to avoid the awkward talk today."

"Maybe. Are you ready for school?"

"Not really. I feel like we should be on the bus, heading to the next city."

"Mm. Me too. But it's back to reality now."

"Reality is a punch in the gut."

"I know. But it keeps us grounded. Let's get up and face the reality. Together." He pulled me up off the bed.

"The only way I'd want to."