For the one Connor see's but too shy to interact with.

When Troye is admitted to a psychiatric ward following a suicide attempt, the only thing he wants is to get discharged as soon as possible. The last thing he expects to find is a friend, let alone anything more. If there's one thing he learns, it's to never judge a book by it's cover. And to never take life too seriously, or take anything for granted. [Some content may be triggering - trigger warnings will be included at the beginning of any chapters including this kind of content.] Highest Rank: #155

*Troye POV* Not a day goes on without a thought of you Not a word said without you, in the back of my mind I don't understand how I like you so so much, i can't begin to understand Why Why do I like him Why do I need him ugh he will never like me I'm just Troye, and he is just straight GET A HOLD OF YOUR SELF I'm not worth it. I wish Tronnor was true *Connor POV* The only thing that is on my mind Its him His blue eyes I could happily drown in but forget it I'm straight I'm straight Hahahah lol no What am I whatever I am I will never be worthy of him (yes I did change the cover, 4/6/15)

"Once you start to care for someone is when you give them the power to hurt you" Troye Sivan has been in a previous abusive relationship, but when he decides to break away a whole new world is opened up to him. A world of fashion. Connor Franta is very popular and famous in the fashion industry, he is a hardworking and busy man, even though he comes across as a happy and put together well being... That's not exactly what he is. When Troye and Connor's worlds collide, it might just make up for their Past. ********* Well hello welcome to my new fanfiction, fare warning that if you are easily triggered I do not reccomend reading this and it will also contain smut, so don't say I never warned you and I hope you guys like it, updates are usually with in 3 days sometimes less. Xx

"Let me tell you the story, about what happens when a heart as cold as ice meets one made of gold." What happens to the things that nobody can remember? Are they forgotten? Did they mean anything at all? Did they even exist at some point? All his life, Connor has been told that he must forget. That he must let go and move on, and live the life he has been gifted with, even after the tragedy. But Connor doesn't want that. He keeps in mind the same series of noises over and over, every day, just to get by and to convince himself that it wasn't just a dream. That it happened. That it was real. That he was real. For the past ten years he has been moving from place to place, with barely any interest to accommodate himself. That is until he reaches that town... and meets him. Funny, how it works in the ways of the heart.

Connor works for some kind of secret organization and his job mostly involves making people 'disappear'. He feels like it is boring until a new client contacts him and wants him to do something different. I don't know if that makes sense but I had a dream about Tronnor and I had to write it down so this happened. Triggers: death, blood, slight arophobia, smut (if you think that there are any others, please tell me)

What if you fall in love with one of your best friends and don't even accept that you're gay? This is what happens to Connor Franta. He always knew that he was different but when he started to develop feelings for one of his best friends, Troye Sivan, he tried to deny it. He tried to push those feelings away, he didn't want to be gay at least that's what he always said to himself. But what if his feelings become so strong that he can't just ignore them any longer. Will he ever be able to accept those feelings or will he always keep ignoring them? Will he talk about it or just keep bottling everything up that's going on in his life? What if all those feelings just get too much to handle? Will he break or finally accept them?

|Inspired Troye's cover of the song Heartbreak Boy by 5SOS| |This turned into the fluffiest bunch of fluff yikes|

Oh the terrible things that would happen if I let you steal my heart . . . .