Day 1.
Connor couldn't sleep.
He tossed and turned, tucking his arms in and out of his sheets. The the warm sensation of the duvet was slowly becoming old, and he couldn't help but fidget as he watched the hours tick by.
It was the first day in a while that he had found trouble in the nightly task, and he huffed as he roughly turned on his side.
It was bare. The bed was completely empty, all but another pillow that laid vacant next to his. He pressed the light up clock on his bedside and sighed as it read another hour later.
What was he even thinking about for this long?
Maybe he was thinking about him? The boy that he was so used to cuddling him into a slumber, caressing the side of his cheek when he was in such a deep thought.
Maybe he was thinking about the fact that he was away from him now, on tour, not looking at Connor as he usually did during the songs.
Maybe it's was the fact that his love was singing their song, to an empty crowd, a crowd that didn't know the meaning. He wanted to hear his song sung to him, the lullaby that was for him.
For him.
He put the song on.
It was poppy and up beat, and it only woke him up. He had an acoustic recording on his phone, from when Troye decided to sing softly with his guitar.
He liked that version.
He pressed play, and laid back against his pillow. He closed his eyes, and pictured his boyfriend, serenading him to sleep. He could almost feel him, laying beside him, his hot breath tickling his neck as he sung like an angel.
But when the song finished, his eyes were open again, almost disappointed when he woke to being alone.
It was no use.
He just couldn't sleep.
Day 2.
"How are you darling?"
He had called Troye the next morning, pining for the sound of his voice after that horrendous sleepless night.
"I'm fine babe, I watched the clips your dad sent me from the first show!" He spoke happily, masking the tiredness with pride as he beamed about Troye's success.
"Aww, did you like it? I was really nervous Con!" Troye seemed cheerful, and Connor held onto his voice.
"You know I loved it, and so did the crowd honey! They have been tweeting like maniacs! I wish I could have been there!" Connor visually huffed, looking down at his bitten fingernails, as Troye went silent.
"You were there in my head. I pictured you in the crowd, smiling up at me as I sung. It calmed me down Con!" Troye seemed happy at this thought, and for that Connor smiled.
"You know I would be there if I could. I just want you to know that I'm proud of you, so proud of you baby." He heard Troye giggle on the other end. He imagined him blushing like an idiot, like he always did.
"I can't wait to see you in a few days!" Troye replied quickly, sounding as if he was close to stepping on his tour bus. "I'll give you a big hug and a snog!" He chuckled, making kissing noises down the phone.
"I'll be waiting Hun, I'll ring you tonight okay? After the Seattle show?" Connor said, gulping down his sadness as Troye said his goodbyes.
"Okay, bye love!"
I miss you, Connor whispered to himself as the phone went silent.
It had only been two days...
Day 3.
He couldn't sleep again that night.
He had been tired for two days, kipping slightly on the couch as he curled under his favourite blanket, watching the newest shows on Netflix.
He was tossing and turning again.
He had tried music, he had tried relaxing. But nothing had any avail. He still found himself staring at his phone at 2am, wondering how long the night would eventually be.
He thought of him again.
He could picture him tucked up in a foreign bed, staring at the walls of his bus as he laid awake.
Maybe Troye couldn't sleep either? Maybe he could ring him again?
He took out his phone, twirling it around between his fingers, before finding the number he needed to call. He pondered his thought before turning the screen to black again, realising that it was selfish of him.
His boyfriend needed his sleep, his boyfriend was more important than him.
He had been without him before, so why was he suddenly finding it so hard?
1 week later.
"I'm home!" Troye burst through the door, flashing a hopeful smile. His common culture beanie fell onto the couch, and his platform converse were kicked onto the floor.
He was home again.
"Connor? Baby I missed you!!!" He felt as if he was shouting into an empty apartment, and quickly hurried into the office that Connor was usually sat in.
He stifled his giggle as he found his boyfriend, hunched over his desk, face flat on his MacBook keyboard.
His hair was ruffled, a messy shade of brown, and as Troye came closer, he could see his angelic face, exhausted yes, but as cute as ever.
"Connie? Darling? Are you tired Hun?" Troye giggled, seeing his boyfriend smile with a hazy grin. He looked as if he had just been sat there, too tired to edit his video, but too awake to actually fall into a slumber.
Troye thought it was cute.
"Troye?" Connor woke from his daze and prized himself from his sitting position. He walked slowly and sluggishly over to his boyfriend, falling into his comforting arms in one big mess.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter honey?" Troye sounded confused as Connor just pulled him closer. Too tired to stand, so he rested his weight against Troye's chest.
"M'tired" He mumbled into his baggy shirt. He breathed in his boy's cologne, and instantly felt safe again, finally sleepy in his embrace.
"Tired? I'm the one who's been on tour Mr!" Troye joked, taking Connor's hand. "Why don't we get you to bed sleepy head." He put his fingers through Connor's locks, and walked him to his bedroom.
"You look like you haven't slept in a week." He shook his head as his boyfriend curled between the sheets, comforted for the first time in days.
Oh how right Troye was.
Troye looped his arms around his man, softly whispering as Connor curled into him. He hugged him carefully, kissing the side of his temple.
"I missed you baby." Troye sighed, cradling Connor to his chest.
He was answered with a snore, laughing to himself as his boyfriend was already in a deep slumber.
"Night baby, sleep well." He mumbled, staring at the way his chest fell in a finally calming manner.
Connor could finally sleep, knowing he was protected once again.
A/N
Idek.