Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8 - She's Crazy!

I feel like death itself as my eyes slowly open and I hear the sound of a phone ringing. I roll over to my phone and pick it up, nothing. I roll over to Conor, still asleep, and nudge him.

“Con. Your phone!” I whisper loudly in his ear. He stirs.

“I’ll get it later.” He mumbles sleepily and goes back to sleep. I roll my eyes and climb over him to his phone.

“Ben.” I acknowledge the caller as I answer the phone.

“Guys its 5am? You were meant to be here by now!” He says urgently.

“No we don’t. The gig is at 6pm. We’ll be there from midday.”

“You will be here now because I said so! You guys have caused enough issues with me so far! Pass me to Conor!” He orders.

“He’s asleep! He has a busy day later!” I say sarcastically.

“Just put him on.” I tut and hold the phone to Conor’s ear before nudging him again.

“What the hell?” Conor says, squinting from the light radiating from the phone.

“Conor? It’s Ben. It’s 5am, you’re meant to be here already!”

“Ugh, whatever. I got a couple of things to do first though…” Conor says.

“Conor, get here now!”

“FINE!” Conor shouts into the phone and presses hang up. “He can wait!” He said to me, smiling. “We have plans!” We both, sluggishly, fall out of bed and wander into the bathrooms. Conor has the ensuite and I go into the proper bathroom just next door. I jump in the shower and turn it on, but not enough and cold water suddenly covers me. I breathe in heavily and quickly turn the temperature up until the hot water is finally coming out. I quickly shower, enjoying washing my hair with coconut extract shampoo and enjoy the fragrance as it lingers in the air. Jumping out I grab my towel and wrap it round me, before towel drying my hair and spraying it with leave-in conditioner and then brushing my teeth. I dry my face and do my make-up; foundation, concealer, eye-liner, mascara and blusher. I feel the need to dress up for whatever Conor has planned, although my dressing up just means wearing a blazer instead of leather jacket… Finally finished making myself look half decent, I walk back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, noting a figure sitting in the living room area. I stop and turn round, about to tell Conor I’m almost ready so he can stay sitting there, when Jack’s face greets me with a grin.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, pulling my towel tighter around myself and checking I was decently covered.

“Conor let me in. We were supposed to be at the arena already!”

“Yes, I know! That’s why I’m taking my sweet time!” I smile and walk into the bedroom where I get dressed quickly. I hear Conor walk in and begin a conversation with Jack, so I check I look decent and walk back into the living room area.

“You ready to go?” Conor grins at me. I look down at myself; Combat boots – check, black skinny jeans – check, stupid black top with yellow ‘SECURITY’ printed on it – check (unfortunately).

“Yeah, I’m ready! Is Jack coming too?” I ask, kind of hoping for him to say no.

“Yeah he is, if that’s alright?” Jack smiles over to me. A part of me is furious, I’ve been banned from talking to my best friends cos they’re around too much yet Jack can come everywhere with us?

“Yeah that’s fine!” I fake a smile and cheery tone. Conor nods and we all walk out of the room and swiftly down the fire exit through the back doors so no paps can follow us. Conor is driving, but he told me not to focus on where we were going too much. We arrive shortly at a florist. He tells Jack to wait in the car as we go into the florist hand in hand.