Home to you

Chapter 2

Four hours later Henry, the driver, parks in a garage under a large hotel. "So I guess this is where our roads part Troye." He announces. In a four hours long car drive I kind of bonded with Henry the driver. "Maybe till next time." I say "I tell the label to order you again when I need a driver." I say with a genuin smile. He nods and I get my luggage out of the trunk. I walk over to the elevator and make it to the check in without greater difficulties. The moment I open the door to my room I'm stumble in shock. It's not even a room it's a suite. I take a picture and send it to my mum with the caption "think I'll be alright for the next weeks...." I let my self fall on the bed. It feels like a cloud. I'm not sure you can even call it a bed. I take in the smell of the new, the untouched, the inspiration for my new songs. Wrapping myself in the huge blanket I feel like a burrito. But also a very lonely burrito. I try not to think about my loneliness and try to think about something positiv.
Well I'm staying a total of three weeks alone in one of Australians biggest, brightest and best city's so I think I can feel kind of happy.
I unwrap myself out of the blanket and go over to the "chill" area meaning a huge sofa and the world biggest tv. Next to the tv remote lies a hand written note by my manager. "Troye... Hope you like the room. The record label wants to see you tomorrow at 10 o'clock so I guess I pick you up around half past nine. Be prepared!!! - Phil" so tomorrow is the first day of work. I head over to my bag an grab my camera before leaving the room. I step out of the hotel in into the busy city. Exploring everything that is to be seen. I stop in a little cafe for a coffee. We'll Connor wouldn't call it a coffee because it contained more that 70% milk and a fair share of sugar, but I couldn't drink it any other way. The barista made a beautiful flower on top of the milk, saying with a shy smile "a beautiful flower for a beautiful boy." I shyly grin back an head over to a comfy chair.
Making a picture of the drink and sending it to Connor. I stare out on the street. Wishing I could share this moment with him and not be alone. I'm good at being alone. I learned it my whole life. Being homeschooled doesn't help by gaining many friends and being the only Aussie when all other you tubers lived in L.A. didn't help much either. Of cause we where all very close friends but the time difference wasn't easy to handle. The sound of my phone buzzing waked me from my day dreams. "Troye the boy drinks coffee??... Since when. So I'm a good influence in the end :) " " and I'm a bad I think...why are you still up???" I responded. Waiting anxiously for an answer. "Can't sleep... I'm still not used to living alone." He answered right away. I sight. So sleepless night would come to me as well. With three siblings and a dog I never feel alone at home and every trip that I make I have plenty of friends surrounding me. Just like Connor moving out of the O2L house. "I understand... Missing you... I wish you could be here...my hotel room is like a giant suit. I think I have some sleepless nights ahead of me as well..." I answered truesfully.
I plug in my headphones an rest my head on the high armrest. Opening a file my manager had send me. A soft melancholic sound is starts beating. I close my eyes and let my mind start to wander around. My thoughts always by Connor and the way he makes me feel.
I try to think of something else, Try to think of someone else, of any other person I could dedicate a song to. Think of all my friends and all the great opportunities life has handed me. But in the end all I could feel by listening to that melody was how Connor always made me feel like I could tell him everything and how he always keeps me calm. How he makes me feel at home.

Someone is touching my arm. Softly. I open my eyes and stare directly into his. "Morning sleeping beauty." He announces. "We're in Rome" Louis confirms from the driver seat. I yawn and try to stretch my arms and back in the tiny Italian car. We are in the parking lot of our hotel. The weather is kind of shitty but it doesn't matter. We're in Rome. I open the car door and step outside. Looking up to the sky were I see rain clouds forming. "Kind of shit weather." Connor speaks my thoughts out loud. I look at him. He brushes his hand though my hair. " doesn't matter we're gonna make the best of it." I lightly blush. The other got out of the car too and we walk towards the check in desk. Louis Italian is the best so we let him manage all our stuff while we are sitting in the lobby waiting for him. I gaze out of the window. It's raining now. I pull out my phone to see a message from Tilly. "We're right behind you. Be there in five." I'm still exsorsed from the journey but at the same time I'm wide awake thirsty for seeing new things. I put my phone back and say "the others will be here in five." Alfie yawns and answers " awesome". I make myself comfortable in the sofa and look over to Connor only to see that he is watching me. I open my mouth to ask "what?" But befor I can Louis comes over to us seaming upset. "So they mix up our reservation. And now we have total different rooms that we reservated." "It not that bad at least we still have room." Con says optimistically. "So what changed?" Alfie asks. Louis reads loud from a piece of paper in his hand. "So now we have two single rooms and the rest is double." Alfie and Connor nod and try to find a soulution while i zone out of the conversation and watch the rain pour out side. ".... Tro and I can share a roo..." I hear Connor say. I'm sitting up. Louis nods and hands Connor one of the keys. I look over to Connor and he smilies at me. "I want my fair share of you before you head back to Australia" he says and wiggles the key in my face. I just get up and follow him in the direction Louis is directing us to.

I open my eyes. Remembering the best good sleep I had in my life. Just lying next to him made me feel save.
Looking at my phone I see a massage from Connor. "Was good hearing from you... Maybe now I can finally sleep :*" I blush by the kiss emoji and take a first sip out of my hot sweet drink. Maybe i didnt need the city to inspire my songwriting. Maybe my memory would be enogh.