Wrong Number - Tronnor

Part Of The Family

Troye's Point Of View:

I decided that when I entered work this morning, I was no longer going to appear weak to the boys. As soon as the leotard met my skin, I found myself smiling. Today would be a good day, a good day to mess with the place and truly show Connor that I am here to stay, that I won't let this business ruin me.

As soon as I entered the building, Tyler found himself laughing. He had his arm draped over Connor's shoulder as Connor nibbled on his ear. They were both laughing and Tyler only laughed louder as he saw me walk into the room. Tyler moved his hands down to Connor's back and pinched his ass, giggling as he saw my reaction. My eyes were widened and my breathing became more rapid though I didn't glare at him. I just smiled and waved before walking off to find Noah, not even caring to look at his reaction.

Connor noticed me as I walked past the two of them though unlike Tyler, I ignored him completely. Noah was only inches behind him and as I went to walk towards him, Connor's hand made it's way onto my shoulder, stopping me from moving completely.

"Troye? Can I talk to you?' He asked desperately, a hint of pain evident in his eyes. Though I wasn't falling it for right now, I needed time and I needed to separate myself from him so that I was able to really do this job properly, it's all I had right now and I had to prove myself worthy.

"No, I've got to get to training. I'll talk to you at your decision meeting later," I said quickly before rushing off to meet with Noah. He stood there, a little surprised by my reaction with Connor though brushed it off completely as I reached for his hand and led him back into the training room. I felt all the boys staring at me as I walked out of the room though I'd had enough of this shit by this time. I was new and I needed to stay so that the business would flow, they needed to deal with that.

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Once inside the training room, I felt at ease. Noah was always really chill and I had seen him work with the new guys before so I wasn't at all nervous to work with him.

"Hey, Dude," He said slowly, moving his fingers up to play with his hair. "Look, I'm really sorry about what happened with Mike yesterday. We heard what happened and it seemed really shitty. I'm also sorry about Tyler, he's really attached to our Daddy and he takes things too far. He's a little insane though I'll try and calm him as much as I can," He was smiling at me as he spoke, everything seeming genuine and it was nice. To finally have someone in this hell hole who knew what it was like.

"Nah, it's all good. Not your fault at all, don't be sorry. Now, let's get down to business," I said before moving to my position at the front of the stage. The floor creaked beneath my feet which only added to the illusion of performing. It still hurt as I moved though I tried to brush aside the memories, Noah wouldn't hurt me like they did. I moved my feet in front of the other, trying my hardest to focus on anything other than my hands that were moving up and down my body. It was bringing back memories and it was bringing them back quickly. I felt a tear fall down my face as I began to roll my hips.

"Sing, Troye," Noah demanded, a smile on his face. I was confused though continued my actions none the less to prevent myself from falling apart completely. " I know what you're going through and it hurts. You felt dirty and used so sing, it will bring your mind away from it and will make you feel better as a performer.

I breathed a sigh of relief at his reasonings and began to sing as I moved across the stage. The soft words of 'too good' fell out of my mouth as I moved around the stage. It was a song I wrote when I got into my first relationship before everything happened between me and him. Soon enough, I was belting the words and rolling my hips into the touch.

As soon as I finished, I closed my eyes and listened. There was nothing but the sound of clapping. I opened my eyes to find Noah still in his seat, his eyes trained on me.

"That was beautiful, Troye. What did I say? Singing really helps. When you go and see Daddy, tell him that you're going through what 'Noah went through' and he will help you from there," Noah smiled at me every single word that he said and it was comforting.

"How did you know, that I'd been through that?' I asked curiously, walking down from the stage and closer towards him. I ended up sitting down at his feet, looking up at him. Much like what he did to Connor. It was something I'd never thought I'd end up doing though to hear this story, I felt the urge to sit with him.

"I've been through it and I know what it's like. It's obvious when someone is going through it, especially in this business. I think it's sweet, that you're doing this to help the business and I want to make it at least bearable for you. It's going to be okay," He said slowly, his hand reaching down to play with my hair. I snuggled into his touch before his hand reached down to lift mine and pull me up off the ground. "Now, run off and see Daddy and then tell me if you're staying or not," He squealed and pulled me in for a hug. I waved a quick goodbye after he released me from the hug and ran off to go see Connor.

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Connor was in his office, the door shut. There was no noise coming from inside besides the small vibrations of music being heard through the speakers. I raised my hand slowly and knocked on the door, too afraid to call out to him in case he was in the middle of something. The door was open straight away and I was being dragged into his office.

"Troye, hey," He smiled, releasing my hand. I relaxed at the sight of him letting my hand go and smiled back up at him.

"I'm ready to perform, though I need you to know that I'm going through what Noah went through and I sing to let it out when I perform," I sighed as I told the story, my head turning to the floor. I was a little nervous to see him and telling this story made me embarrassed. It made me feel guilty for the fact that I had been used, that I let someone use me.

"Baby, why didn't you let me know? I could've helped you through this, I could make you feel better about this," He looked apologetic as he stared at me, his hand trying to play with my hair though I slapped his hand away bitterly.

"Don't call me baby. I'm going to perform and then let you decide or whatever," I said rolling my eyes and walking up towards the side of the room. There was no stage on this room, nothing but an empty room.

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As I performed, Connor's eyes never left me. There were tears in his eyes, prominent tears falling from his eyes though he failed to wipe them away as he continued to watch. I was happy to be performing and for some reason, happy to be with him. It was an illusion though I always knew from the beginning that he would not be mine.

I stopped moving shortly after, my eyes trailing up to meet his. "So, am I in the family or whatever?' I asked slowly.

"No, you're not part of the family," Connor said aggressively, shaking his head from side to side. He looked disappointed in me. "You're only mine. The boys will have to learn to deal with you,"

I smiled at his comment, as much as I didn't want to and found myself launching myself back into his arms. He was guilty, he was sad and that was enough for me. "Thank you," I smiled into the hug before backing away and leaving the room.

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Sorry this was shit.

Love you,

Jorja x