"It's 3 AM, Troye. I told you to be back by midnight, and if you were wanting to stay later you were to text me. You were three hours late and I didn't get one text or call. Are you seriously trying to prove to me that I can't leave you alone at all? First with work and now when you go out with friends?" He screamed as he began walking down the stairs.
"I'm s-sorry..." I said as I set down my things, stumbling a little bit as I did so.
He didn't say anything for about a minute as he watched me closely. "... and you're fucking drunk. Seriously, Troye?"
"I didn't mean to! The people kept giving me drinks and I lost count. Plus your friend was buying me drinks as well..." I said as I began to feel bad. Man this guy really knows how to bring someone down from a good mood.
"What friend?" He said as he stared down at me.
"Your business partner... Tyler. I met him a week ago when he came here and asked where you were. He's the one that gave me a ride home tonight."
"Did anything happen?" He asked seriously. What a bland question, I thought. Of course lots of things happened but nothing in particular that stuck out.
"No." I said confusingly as I began to feel sadder and sadder. Well I'm definitely getting punished for this. "I honestly didn't mean to get this drunk, I'm really s-"
"Save it. We'll discuss this later when you're sober. Come on." He said as he wrapped his arm around my hip and lead me up the stairs to our room.
We got to our room and he brought me to the bed and laid me down. "Are you mad at me?" I asked, starting to feel a little more ill.
"No." He said as he helped me out of my clothes. "Just disappointed."
Ugh, this is something you hear in movies coming from a father to his son or something, and it's definitely not something I wanted to hear coming from Connor. Instead of saying anything back I just sat there as Connor left the room for a moment, saying he'd be right back. I was feeling a bit less drunk than I was before now but still nowhere near any sort of sobriety.
Why do I always have to fuck things up?
A minute later I saw Connor coming into the room with a glass of water and some pills. He handed me the water and told me to drink all of it, and then telling me the pills are pain medication for me to take tomorrow morning when I'm feeling hungover.
Even when I'm the one that messes up he's still here to help me.
Once I was done he took my glass, kissed my forehead and started tucking me into bed. Once I was all settled in he began walking out of the room, turning off the light before stepping out. "Goodnight, Troye." He said as he looked back at me.
"Aren't you going to sleep with me?" I asked sounding a bit desperate.
"Not tonight, pet." He said before closing the door, leaving me alone in the dark room with nothing to company me but my thoughts.
I turned over with my back facing the door, looking down at the bracelet Connor gave me as I slowly felt tears going down my face.
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Yes Sir (Tronnor Fanfiction)
FanfictionTroye moves to California to have a better life for himself and to become successful. He works two jobs that don't pay that much and barely gets by with just living in a small apartment in LA. He finally gets the courage to apply for a job at Franta...
