Hidden Love (Tronnor fanfiction)

~42~ The end

A/n
Sorry for the long wait guys! I had writer's block and I wasn't much home either. I want this last chapter to be good so I didn't want to just write something because I wouldn't be happy with it that way. Hope you enjoy it.

Connor's pov

Normally I really enjoy plane rides, but not today. I can't seem to enjoy the beautiful sky that surrounds the plane. Normally I would stare at the clouds, at the buildings that get smaller and smaller underneath me, but not today. No matter how hard I try to take my mind of things, it doesn't work. Troye is constantly occupying my mind and I'm just staring ahead of me. People probably think I'm weird because I'm just sitting here, staring, thinking. My mind has never been this busy.

There are so many options of what could happen when I stand there at his house. In my head though, I can only think of bad outcomes. It scares the shit out of me, because I start doubting if this was indeed the right thing to do, to come here. Maybe I better stayed in LA. It's not though, I know that. It is the right thing to come here. I need to see him and maybe say goodbye for real if that's the case. We will see.

Only now I realised that the plane was already on the ground. All the passengers were getting out of their seats into the aisle and I just sat here staring at them. I always was one of the last persons to get out of the plane though. I just never enjoyed walking through all those people. I rather waited a little until most of the people were out. Some people are just way too eager to get out of the plane and I get why, they probably had to miss their loved ones. Or they're just excited for their vacation or are just in time need. It's none of my business actually.

Another thought occupied my mind. Should I go directly to Troye or should I eat something first? I'll go for the latter. What if my stomach starts making noises when I'm there. Oh god I don't want that! That would be awkward. So eating is definitely going to happen.

I remembered why I never drink coffee in airports when I took a sip of the coffee I just ordered. It sucks, it sucks so much. It's just disgusting. Well it's better than having no coffee at all. I can't live without my coffee. Everyone knows that.

After I ate some food it was time to leave, time to go to Troye's house. Even the thought of that alone made me anxious. I'm so afraid of what's going to happen, but I need to get through this before I can go on with my life.

I took a taxi to Troye's house and you won't believe it but Papercut was playing. This couldn't be a bigger coincidence. The taxi driver was really friendly though. We had some little talk and it was nice to talk to someone and not have it about Troye. It didn't last very long though, because I'm now standing in front of the familiar door.

I should knock, I really should knock, but I can't. I'm too nervous. I don't know what to expect. I hope Troye doesn't open the door. That way I have a little bit more time to bundle my courage. Not that I will ever be ready for this confrontation.

When I had finally knocked, the door flew open almost immediately. To my relief it wasn't Troye, it was Laurelle who opened the door.

"Connor sweety, what are you doing here?" She asked shocked but friendly.
"I'm here for Troye." I said, regretting it a second later. Of course I'm here for Troye, why else would I be here. Smart Connor, very smart.
"Troye, it's for you!" She shouted.
"Tell whoever it is that I can't come." He screamed back. His voice didn't really sound like him, the normally beautiful voice of an angel sounded cracked and harsh. The way a voice gets from crying.

"Troye just come here!" She shouted back at Troye.
"I'm sorry Connor, he has been avoiding everyone lately. I don't know what happened between you guys, but I know that you meant a lot to him and that I would be very surprised must that be over all of the sudden. And you're standing here so I guess you really love him too."
I could only give her a weak smile. Why is everyone telling me he loves me, why would he break up with me if he would really love me?