mischief maker • a tronnor au ✔️

F I F T E E N

                  

"Connor, it's you, you dumb fuck"  Troye stated, as if it was one of the most obvious things in the world.

"You do?" I questioned, my voice cracking as his blue never left my green.

"You mean you didn't notice, Connor?"  Hannah called out. "damn, and I thought Troye was the oblivious one here"  Troye broke his eye contact to give Hannah a look, signaling her to leave us alone. Hannah got the memo and whispered something in Ingrid's ear. Soon the two girls were out of the door. Leaving Troye and I alone.

"Isn't it obvious, Con? I told you something that took me years to tell Hannah and Tyler. I constantly forget about my Bad Boy act whenever I'm around you because I just want to be myself with you. I was going to ask you to the dance, for fucks sake." With every word, Troye took a step closer to me. I don't know why I didn't consider this. Yeah, Ingrid mentioned that it was a possibility, but I never actually believed it would be true. 

"Connor,  I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all this shit I've put on you." He began to explain. "I was such a dick towards you because I didn't want people to find out my secrets. And I know I just confessed my liking towards you and all, but I get it if you don't want to talk to me ever again" He took a deep breath, his blue eyes glossing over. "Just know I really care about you" and with that, he began walking away.

"Troye wait" I replied softly, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back over towards me. "Troye don't be crazy. I forgive you"

"Y-You do?"

"Ye-yeah. I want you to be happy, and I know never talking to each other will make both of us anything but happy. I care about you, Troye. Please don't leave"  He broke his wrist free from my grip as he smiled down to me.

"I won't ever leave, "  He came closer to me, his eyes sparkling now, rather than filled with regret like they were earlier. "I promise" he quickly wrapped me in a hug, placing the most delicate kiss atop my head.

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Now it was 2AM, and I'm still wide awake, staring at the ceiling and just thinking.

Troye likes me, I like Troye. What does this make us? Are we just friends with feelings for each other? Or do we make more of it? He even admitted that he wants to be himself around me. Speaking of which, I was so caught up in his confession, I forgot to ask him about the real reason for his bad ass act.

But soon that would all be changed.

My phone lit up, sending vibrations throughout the room. Tiredly, I picked up my phone from the night stand and saw 2 texts from an Unknown Number

From: Unknown 

you said to text you if i need you...

From: Unknown

...i need you

At first, I was utterly confused. Who would need me at 2AM? Who did I give my number to? Then, it hit me like a brick.

Troye

To: Troye

hey I'm here

I replied simply, hoping it would be enough.

From: Troye

I thought you'd be asleep by now.  Anyways,,, I really need you right now.

To: Troye

Yeah I couldn't sleep. Everything okay?

From: Troye