Connor woke up in a cold sweat. He felt as if someone was strangling him in his sleep. Therefore, he was not falling back asleep for the rest of the early morning. 

He pulled off his sticky sheets and got out of bed, prying open the curtain to see the early morning sun  rising. Connor yawned and left his room to make some coffee and start his day off early. He needed to go meet up with Troye today, maybe Troye was even picking him up, Connor thought. He poured the scalding hot coffee and took a small sip, filling him with energy. 

He turned on his music and it blasted through his small speaker as he made some breakfast and pulled on a yellow striped shirt and some jeans, fixing his hair and properly putting it in place before going back into the kitchen to cook.

As he started to make some eggs and avacado toast he got a text. He quickly ran over to the speaker and saw it was from Troye. 

Troye💙: hey you awake

Connor Frannie💛: yes indeed

Troye💙: IDFK how I'm even awake rn

Connor Frannie💛: nightmares was my reason

Troye💙: what were they about?

Connor stopped for a minute and thought about what the nightmares were about. All he could see was Tyler and Troye making out and him being stabbed slowly in the stomach. He grimaced, shaking his head to clear the thought. Was that all the dream was actually about?

Connor Frannie💛 is typing....

Troye💙: is everything okay?

Troye💙: CONNAAAAHH

Troye💙: Connor? Seriously dude

Connor Frannie💛 Is typing...

Connor held his chest, feeling a panic attack starting. His hands were shaking and his eyes were getting slightly fuzzy. These were the worst kinds. He couldn't tell Troye he was having dreams about him, especially ones about him and Tyler leaving Connor behind. He just couldn't.

Connor took a few deep breaths as he held onto the counter top, the only thing supporting him. He felt nauseous and sick to his stomach. 

Troye was repeatedly texting him, but Connor felt like he would break that Australian boy's heart. He had a gut feeling Troye also liked Tyler, and vice Versa. Connor felt like he was a burden for his friends. Hot tears streamed down his face, more and more coming after every new text. 

He wiped them off before checking his phone finally, still getting text messages, and smiled to himself, reading all the beautiful texts from Troye.

Maybe he was loved after all.