C O N N O R
Troye had stayed for dinner, but he'd immediately left after that. It was a school night, after all, so I couldn't really blame him. And to be completely honest, I didn't really mind either. Yes, I loved having him close to me, but I'd been on the edge of my seat all day with him being in the same house as my family. He'd been here before, we'd cuddled here before, we'd kissed here before, but I still tried to be cautious. I wasn't out to my family yet, and I didn't know if I was ready to. After all, I had no idea how they would react.
I retreated to my room though, and decided to make my homework. Half an hour in, while I was making my math homework for tomorrow, I heard a small knock on my bedroom door.
"Yeah? Come in," I answered, absentmindedly. The door opened slowly, and my older sister carefully stepped into my room.
"Con?" She asked. I looked up in an instant. Her tone, which most times was cheery, was concerned. I furrowed my brows and turned around. She still stood in the doorway, looking a bit lost.
"Yeah? 'Sup? You can sit down if you want, you know that Nic." She avoided my eyes and sat down on my bed. It was in that moment that I knew either something was really wrong, or that she really had to talk to me about something. "Something wrong?" I asked her cautiously.
"Hmm? No. Just, wanted to talk to you I guess," she mumbled, shifting. I furrowed my brows and took another look at her. She didn't seem as much worried about herself, more as if she wanted to talk to me.
"Okay? What about?" I asked her. I was now also worried about what it could me she would want to talk to me about. Surely nothing bad had happened to anyone, right? Surely Troye didn't get driven over and was in the hospital right now, right? Surely everyone downstairs was okay, right? Or had something bad happened to her? Or to grandma or grandpa?
"Oh, I just overheard something this midday..." she trailed off, a smile tugging at her lips. I cast my eyes upwards, thankful she was smiling.
"I may or may not have heard the words 'this is Connor...my boyfriend' fell from a certain someone's lips." She grinned, satisfied with herself, but at the same time there still seemed concern flickering through her eyes.
I was taken aback, a bit in shock, to say the least. I just stared at her, no words coming out of my mouth. Only a strangled gasp and some tears. I put a hand in front of my mouth, while muttering the word 'fuck' over and over again. I didn't even know why I was so affected by this. But I hadn't wanted anyone to know. Especially not for them to find out like this.
"Con! Hey, don't cry, I just wanted to tell you it's cute. Really. You make a good couple." She shushed me, standing up and wrapping her arms around me to somewhat awkwardly hug me.
A couple minutes passed, and we had settled down on my bed now.
"Nic... please, please don't tell anyone? Not even mom and dad. Promise me." I pleaded my sister.
"Oh, Con. I won't. Just know that I'm sorry I didn't know you were interested in guys before, and know that I'd never see you any different than before. I love you. You know that, right?" She held me a bit tighter after that, and I just nodded.
"Thanks, Nicola. Thank you so much." I didn't know what else to say. This was huge, and I couldn't fully comprehend it. I had basically just come out to ny sister, revealed I had a boyfriend- which still felt surreal to say, the word making me giddy when realising that I had an actual boyfriend.- and that Troye was my boyfriend. The fact that Nicola acted as accepting as she did, made me feel at ease, happy even.
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