Tronnor One Shots

Bright Lights

Words: 688

Featuring: Connor Franta, Zoe Sugg, Tyler Oakley, Alfie Deyes, Joe Sugg, Troye Sivan

So... I haven't posted in fourteen days. FOURTEEN DAYS. That is two fucking weeks. I'm so disappointed in myself. This story is almost to 500 reads, and I haven't even put any effort in. I'm really sorry. I've been in a rut, recently, and I didn't want to put out something crappy just to put something out. I started like, six different one-shots, but none of them clicked, so I hope you like this one. Also, I'm thinking of starting a chaptered story, but I don't know if I should. Let me know if you would want to read that.

The rain fell down, landing on the car with a loud noise, every single drop, and made the sky a dark gray. The sun was just setting, and it got darker with every minute. Your hand felt warm, as I held it. I was driving, and your thumb was rubbing my hand, running back and forth, over and over. The radio was on, and an upbeat pop song had just ended, now we were waiting for the next one to begin playing. My lips curled into a gentle smile as I heard the opening chords to our song. I looked to you, and you were smiling too, softly singing along to the music. I sighed, perfectly content, just to be with you, alone, forever. We always took every opportunity to be together, because we’ve spent so much time apart, and now that you were moving to LA, we didn’t have to suffer being across the world from each other. I looked back to the road, but was quickly blinded by bright lights, shining in my face. The lights approached rapidly, and then I saw a truck, right in front of our car, swerving into our path. 

“Connor?” I was shaken out of my memory by Zoe, bearing a concerned look, and holding out a cup of coffee. I looked up at her, knowing how terrible I looked. I accepted the coffee tiredly, and took a sip. My throat felt tight, I could barely swallow. It tasted like sludge, which didn’t help.

“News?” I mumbled the question.

“No,” she said sadly. “He’s still unresponsive. “

I clutched the coffee tightly, staringt ahead blankly. Suddenly I turned to Zoe, and asked, “who’s with him now?”

“Tyler, Joe, and Alfie.”

“Okay.”

That was it. That was our entire conversation, before we fell into a tense silence. I guess no one really knew what to say to me anymore. Hell, I didn’t even know what to say to me anymore. Everything was just tumbling around in a tornado of insanity, and I could barely stand it. I stood up, overwhelmed by the thoughts swirling uncontrollably through my mind. 

“I’m going for a walk,” Connor said. “I want to see him soon.”

Zoe nodded, before I walked away. Of course, I wanted to be with him twenty-four/seven, but only three visitors were allowed at a time, and it was only fair that all his closest friends got to be with him as well. Zoe, Alfie, and Joe had flown from England, after all. His family flew in as soon as they heard, but were at their hotel right now.

I wandered aimlessly around the plain white halls of the hospital. My whole life honestly felt aimless for the past week, just waiting for verdict, not knowing where anything stood. I felt responsible, I suppose, since I was driving, and seeing him looking beat to hell and back didn’t help me feel any better. When we arrived to the hospital, after I had been treated, I was allowed to see him, and he was covered in bruises and cuts, from our car tumbling down the hill. He had also suffered a head injury, and was comatose. It was so unfair that I got out primarily unscathed, but I would have traded places in half a second, given the choice. 

I made my way back to his room, and as I approached, I saw Alfie in the hall, sitting in the chair next to the door. 

“Just knock, they’ll come out,” he said quietly, so I did. Almost immediately, they all shuffled out, Tyler placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a short look. 

I walked in, head down, but looked up as I approached the bed. I took his hand in mine, and sat down. I slowly and carefully brought his hand to my lips, and said softly, “I love you, Troye.”

Nothing.

It hurt me so much to see the man I loved lying unconscious, in a gray and white hospital room. I sighed, and brushed his curls to the side, before kissing his forehead.

“Remember that I’m here, Troye. Always.”