Lights, camera, troyler // not continuing

Chapter 6: she found out.

[CONNORS POV]

I was laying on my bed on Instagram about to fall asleep, when my phone erupted with noise startling me and alerting me that I was getting a call. Troyes name popped up on the screen. Oh God, what did he do? I thought I could trust him at a bar.

I answer the call with a grumpy huff and half-heartedly say

"Hello?"

"Heyyyyy Connnnnnn, can yuu get me at the bar? Ha I can't drive right noow" Troye slurred his words slowly a lot through that simple sentence. It was hard to hear with the thumping music in the background. At least he's responsible enough to call. But ah shit, I have to get out of bed.

"Yeah, whatever. Be there in a few minutes" I speak through annoyance into the phone. I end the call and groggily get out of my comfy and cozy bed.

I sneak my way down stairs trying not to wake the other guys up. As quietly as possible, I grab Ricky's keys and put on my shoes. I get out of the house and into the car. Key in ignition, I start towards the bar where Troye is. He drives me insane, but he is damn hot, that's for sure.

Stop it Connor! He doesn't like you like that! Just get him home and let him sleep.

I pull up at bar soon after and get out of the car. Troye called from the inside of the building, that means I have to go and find him in a bar. Great. Once I step into the parking lot, I can feel the vibrations of the ground from the pounding music. This is not going to be fun.

Surprisingly, I found him quickly after getting into the bar. He was laughing like a maniac. However, he was also crunched into a ball, sitting on the floor against a wall.

"C'mon Troye, we gotta get you home!" I yell through the blaring noises around us.

"Kaaay" he dragged on the word for a few seconds like a dissapointed 4 year old. I grab his arm with a firm grip, and tug him towards the exit. He stumbles a bit but uses me to steady himself. He laughs it off and keeps making his way out. God, he's cute even when he's drunk.

We exit the building and get into the car. He relaxed into the seat within minutes and looks like he's about to fall asleep. His once-perfect quiff has fallen and a few strands linger over his forhead. He's in his seat and sits there peacefully with his beautiful eyes shut and his mouth slightly ajar.

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The drive back to my place was quiet. Troye had fallen asleep and I took glances his way and found myself in awe. He's so attractive it's unfair.

Oh my God Connor! Stop! It'll never happen. You saw that ask on tumblr.

When the car comes to a halt in my driveway, I know I have to take care of Troye. I get out of the car and walk over to the passenger side. I open the door and shake Troye slightly to wake him up. When I get no response, I lean over him and unbuckle his seat belt. He's still sleeping, what the hell. I shake him a little bit more with a tad more force. His eyes flutter open and he gives a grumpy face, but with my guidance, he reluctantly gets out of the car. He wobbles to the door, with me to steady him. His breath reeks of alcohol. He must have drank a lot tonight.

Once we're in the house, I guide him upstairs to his temporary room. He really needs to sleep. I take his shirt off and replace it with a softer and more comfortable one. I can't help but admire his slim figure. His skin looks so soft. I happily get him into some sweat pants and lay him down. I should definatly keeps tabs on him. As I lay him down, I see marks on his neck. I suddenly wish that I was at the bar putting them there.

I turn him on his side just incase he gets sick. His beautiful blue eyes are closed and he's already half asleep.

"I really like you Troye" I whisper to myself more than to him. He seems to have heard me...