Bump • t.s + c.f

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"Con Bon, are you okay?" Troye leant against the doorframe to the living room. His boyfriend was laying on the sofa, wrapped up in a fluffy lilac blanket and cuddling a cat teddy. He slowly raised his head from its position on a cushion and drew his attention away from the programme playing on the tv.

"Not really, I'm still really headachy and tired." Connor said quietly. He sniffed as tears started to drip down his cheeks and his body started to tremble. Troye's face dropped immediately and he rushed over to Connor, who was now sitting up with his blanket draped over his shoulders, sobbing his little heart out.

"Oh Connie, baby, it'll be okay."Troye cooed, perching next to him on the sofa and wrapping his arms around American, essentially pulling him into his lap. "It's just a bit of illness, sweetheart. You'll get better and I'll look after you until you do." He promised, kissing Connor's fluffy hair.

"I'm not just ill, though Troye!" Connor wailed into Troye's shoulder, where his head was resting. "There's been other things and it's been going on for like three weeks."

"What other things baby?"Troye only got a whimper in response. "Con, hunny, I can only help you of you tell me."

Connor sniffed some more and then sat up next to Troye, using his sweater-covered hands to wipe away his tears. "Well, first of all after the last time we had sex," Connor began before his lip started trembling again and his voice started getting wobbly as he approached a sensitive topic. "A-about a week after, m-my boobs," tears started to fall again. "My b-boobs started to g-get slightly b-bigger a-and they m-more sensitive. I-i also s-saw b-blood in my u-underwear for a f-few days." Troye let out a sympathetic sigh and pulled the boy onto his lap, making comforting noises as he rubbed his back. Neither of them made a noise, apart from the occasional loud sob from Connor, for about five minutes until Connor burst into tears again. "I-i just want to know what's wrong with me a-and how I'm gonna get b-better." He sniffed loudly and then looked straight into Troye's blue eyes. He face scrunched up again as an even heavier wave of tears ran sown his face. "I-i w-want my mommy a-and daddy Troye."

"Okay sweetheart, we can call them, yeah? We can see if they can come and visit." Troye promised, hoping it would cheer him up and stop the poor boy's crying.

"O-okay. T-the number for the house p-phone is o-on the s-side." Connor pointed to the kitchen counter where a memo block stood. Seeing Troye hesitate, he let out an irritated groan and untangled his hand from the blanket to give his back a push.

"I'm going baby, I'm going." Troye said lightly as he smiled at Connor, who had almost immediately gone back to his previous position in the sofa, watching How To Get Away With Murder. He looked lovingly at his boyfriend before walking to the kitchen counter to call Connor's parents.

The phone rang for about half a minute before it was picked up. "Hello?" Cheryl Franta answered.

"Hey, Cheryl, it's Troye." He said in a falsely peppy tone.

"Oh, hello Troye. This is a surprise, are you and Connor okay?"

"Well, I'm okay but Con isn't. He's been sick for the last few weeks and today he pretty much broke down and said that he really wants to see you. I know you probably can't come to LA but I thought you should know and Connor wanted me to tell you."

"He's ill?" Cheryl sounded worried. "I'll talk to Peter to see how soon we can go. Peter's a doctor so he can convince Connor to see someone if he needs to."

"Okay, I'll tell Connor. Thank you so much." They both said goodbye and Troye hung up the phone. With a smile on his face, he walked back to Connor and bent down in front of him so they were eye-to-eye. "Hey sweetheart, guess what?" He caressed Connor's cheek gently.

"What?" Connor mumbled. He looked at the Australian with big, blood-shot eyes.

"I called your mum and she said that they'll come and see you. Does that make you feel any better hun? Your parents are coming to see you."

"Really?" Connor smiled slightly behind his teddy and blanket.

"Yeah. I think your dad's gonna try and get you to go to the doctor."

"Oh. Well at least they're coming." Connor lost his smile momentarily and then looked up at Troye sweetly. "Do you want to watch tv with me?"

"Sure sweetheart." Troye gently kissed the top of his head and then climbed over the armrest of the sofa, settling down behind Connor and wrapping an arm around his tummy, pulling him close against his chest.

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If the next chapter isn't up by friday, it will be because i will have been killed.

Basically i go back to school tomorrow (tuesday) and apparently I have double drama and the homework was to do like four questions (you pretty much write an essay for each answer) about our last performance and we've had like seven weeks to do and I haven't even finished the first question because I find them so hard to do. So yeah, my drama teacher is probably gonna kill me.

– phoenix