For Him. (Tronnor Fanfiction)

CHAPTER ONE

"Have you seen my hairspray, Con?" I hear an australian voice yell from our current hotel bathroom.
"It's under your bag I thought?"

I don't look up from my computer until I see a head of curls emerge from the room he was in, he usually doesn't style his hair anymore, but I can understand his nerves. He has a show tonight, the first one I'm attending. Troye Sivan is making it big, and I have the honor of being his best friend getting to witness the whole thing next to him.

"It was indeed in my bag, but now I've moved around so much I don't even feel like doing it." He complains lazily running a hand passed his curls.

"Do you want me to do it for you?" I smile at him, and he grins back at me and nods.

He starts to hum a tune to his song as he lays on my lap so I can start messing with his hair. My phone dings in my pocket just as I think I'm doing a good job on his head of curls. I pull my iPhone out of my skinny jeans pocket and I see a text from Tyler, with just the pizza emoji. I stare at my phone confused as I reply with many question marks.

"OPEN UP BEFORE I ATTEMPT TO KICK THIS DOOR DOWN." The voice seems familiar, too familiar, too TOO familiar, too too TOO familiar- my thought process gets cut off as the warmth on my lap gets up to go open the door. Tyler walks in with a single box of pizza.

"I can't go to the show tonight, as you both know, so this is my sorry. It's also my lunch so I will also be eating my apology." I laugh at him and see them both with a slice of pizza in either hand. I just grab one slice, and lean back on the pillow I was laying one.

"This is good pi-"

"THERE IS ONLY ONE BED." Tyler cuts Troye off standing up, "Do you guys like sleep together?" He winks at us.

"Well," Troye takes another bite, "Yeah but it's not like gross, and we are both gay, and we are best friends. So where are you going with this Tilly?" Troye finishes his sentence, and his pizza.

Tyler just shrugs and smiles at me. Yes okay, yes I might have the SMALLEST crush on Troye but it's not going to go anywhere so obviously I'm not going to like TRY anything, besides he doesn't even feel the same way. I am supposed to be his best friend right and I can't just tell him I have been in love with him for almost a year. Did I just think that? Okay OKAY so maybe it's not a "small" crush and maybe I just want us to get married and have a cute wedding but that's not going to happen. I see Tyler wink at me and huh Troye as if to say goodbye, and he exits the room. That was a fun little hang out session with Ty. My thoughts get cut off from hearing Troye start talking.

"Okay Con, so I may have written you a little song that you will be hearing, and I'm not even going to tell you which one so don't even ask."

I look up at his blue eyes, "Can't you just sing it now?" I smile at him.

"No, that wasn't even a nice try I am tempted to throw something at you." he hits my arm lightly, and he pulls me off the bed.

"I was warrrrmmmm!" I whine to him throwing my head back allowing him to drag me to where my shoes are. I get the gist of what he means and I put on a simple pair of converse, "Where are we going Troye, your concert doesn't start for another 6 hours?" He turns to look at me with his bright blue eyes.

"I wanted to go on a walk, and it's nice out today." He says pulling the sleeves of his denim jacket down further against his wrists, "So let's go now."

I can hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice, but I know it's but before-concert-anxiety. Before he can reach the door I pull him in for a tight hug. He seems to relax in my arms which makes me blush, I pull him in tighter one of my hands in the middle of his back and the other just above his bum. I melt into his almost as he moves his hand to the back of my neck pulling my head on his shoulder. We stand like this, hugging tightly, for about 5 minutes before I decide to depart and look into his tear filled eyes.