ambivalent • a tronnor au ✔️

Chapter 12

"because I fucking like you too"

His words kept replaying and repeating in my head. He likes me? Troye Sivan Mellet actually likes me?

"Yo-you do?" I stuttered, still in shock.

"Yes, Connor. I like you"

"Oh" was all I could reply. We sat there in comfortable silence, waiting for somebody to speak up. I didn't know what to say, until Troye spoke up.

"How long?" He asked "How long have you liked me?"

This is something I never really thought about. How long have I liked Troye? I know I just came to the conclusion last night, but I always felt different when I was around him; even before I reached a conclusion.

"Was it out of pity?" He asked, his voice cracking. "Do you only like me because you fell bad for me? Because I got bullied?" My eyes widened - hurt that he would even assume such a thing.

"No!" I stated "absolutely not. Listen, Troye... I don't know exactly when or where I started to like you, all I know is that I always felt something different when I was around you - even when we stopped talking to each other. I just - I guess I just reached my conclusion last night as to what that feeling was."

A sigh of relief came from Troye. "Good"

"What about you?" I inquired, wanting to know his answer.

"Hmm?"

"How long have you liked me?"

"I couldn't put a number on that." He paused. "Too long to keep track of"

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*Troye's POV*

I was in a small room. The walls were painted black, and so was the floor. Nothing but a small candle glowing in the distance could be seen.

"hello?" I called out "Is anybody here?"

My pulse started to quicken. Where was everybody? Out in the distance I could hear something drop. It was a small noise, a cling almost. Like somebody dropped a penny.

"Troye" a voice whispered, I could feel the breath on my neck. Frightened - I turned around only to become face - to -face with nothing.

"You got lucky, Troye" The voice whispered. The sound of the voice was cringe worthy. A horrible, nasty, snarly voice. Deep in tone. "You're lucky you found a friend, Troye." I didn't know what to do or what to think. I was paralyzed. I couldn't move.

I felt the breath on the back of my neck again as the voice spoke up "But as you know, nothing ever works out for you, Troye" The voice chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. "All good things must come to an end." Then there was nothing.

No candle in the distance.

No breath on my neck.

Nothing.

That's when the lights turned on to reveal the most horrifying sight. My eyes widened as they began to fill with tears.

In front of me was the only thing that mattered to me most. The one thing that was there for me when nobody else was. The one thing that was willing to be my friend.

Connor.

And there he was. Motionless on the ground in front of me. He wasn't breathing.

And over him was a black figure - skinny and tall. The figure glanced at me and chuckled.

"All good things must come to an end" the figure repeated the words of the voice.

I quickly opened my eyes and let out a scream. my hands were shaking and I was out of breath, this was the first time I've had a nightmare since I've moved to America.

"Troye?" Connor called out, quickly turning on his bedside lamp. "Troye what's wrong?"

I didn't notice how shaken up I was until I tried to speak. "I- bad drea- voice" I couldn't even put together a sentence properly.

"You had a nightmare?" His face was laced with concern as I nodded. "Awe Troye. Do you want to talk about it?"

Considering I couldn't even fucking tell him I had a bad dream, I don't think I could actually tell him what it was about. I couldn't even speak correctly. I shook my head no and placed it in my hands.

"Do- do you want me to stay up with you?" He offered m, rubbing his eyes.

I gave him a look of plead. I still couldn't speak, so I just stared at him.

"Alright" he whispered "i'm going to turn out the light now, okay?" I nodded, telling him to continue his actions. He did as he said and soon the room was cloaked with darkness.

"Try to get some sleep Troye. I'll be awake if you need me, I promise" I couldn't help but smile at how caring Connor was. He truly was a gentlemen.

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"Connor?" I whispered, unable to fall asleep. "Connor I can't sleep. I'm too scared."

"Shhh, it's alright Troye boy. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

I always hated the nickname he gave me, but something changed. I started to grow to like it, just like I had with Connor. It was almost comforting in a way.

"But" he continued "if you really can't fall asleep, I suppose we can get up and take an early morning walk" he suggested. I rolled over to retrieve my phone and check the time.

4:45AM

"As much as I'd love to go on a walk with you, it's not even 5 AM and it's pitch black outside. So no thanks" I laughed, turning off my phone and rolling over "and besides, I'm still tired as fuck"

"But you're too scared to fall asleep?"

"Precisely" I chuckled. As soon as I closed my eyes, the face of the black figure popped back into my mind. It was horrifying. Dark, deformed, and destructed. It scared me. It really did. "I just - the dream, Connor. It really fucking scared me" I cried out. "I just - the voice and the figure. I ca-" I never even realized that I started to cry until Connor interrupted me.

"No no no, Troye boy don't cry" he quickly got out of his bed and sat on the edge of my air mattress. "Everything will be alright. I'm right here. It was just a dream"

"Pl-please do-don't leave me" I stuttered, trying to whip my tears away. Connor moved my hands away from my face and slowly caressed my cheek, wiping the tears.

"I will never leave you, Troye" he reassured, moving his hands and tracing small circles on my back. "Never" he repeated.

And with just that little reassurance, I was able to fall asleep into a dreamless sleep. and the best part? Connor stayed up the entire time, sitting right next to me.

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A/N I was also going to post chapter 13, but wattpad fucking deleted the damn thing, along with all the other chapters I wrote. So Chapter 13 won't be up for awhile