Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11 - The Memories

Thank you to my fans and to all those who are reading this story! Believe me i am thankful and grateful to each and every one of you! SO thank you!! This is a filler chapter really, but you learn a little more about Ella and her life before everything was turned upside down. Hope you guys like it! (Dedicated to Paige_06 because her amazing writing made me want to write a bit more about the feelings of Ella, so Thank you!) xxxx P.s. The song 'Save me from myself' is on the tab at the side for those of you who havent heard it before! Beautiful song!

I jolt awake to the sound of banging on the door.

“Guys? Unlock the door! We’re here! Come on!” It was Ben, I’m pretty sure.  I’m not getting up to open it for him, I’m in a very comfortable position right now lying next to Conor, with my head rested on his shoulder as he has his arm wrapped round me.

“Yeah, whatever! Just shut up!” I mumble loud enough for him to hear as I roll away from Conor, rub my eyes and puff my hair. I lean down to grab my clothes off the floor, but realise just feet away is my suitcase of clothes. “Sorry Con!” I mumble to myself as I grab the blanket covering us both and wrap it around me. I walk up to the black floral print suitcase and unzip it, pulling out a pair of red skinny jeans, a black top with chain print and one of my beloved pairs of combat boots, black of course, before finally pulling out some underwear.

“Can you guys just hurry up? It’s 10am!” Ben shouted, banging on the door again.

“Yes alright!” I say as I clamber quickly into my underwear and pull my skinny jeans on. I chuck the blanket behind me not thinking and hear a huff from Conor as it hits him in the head. I spin round quickly. “Shit! Sorry hun!” I say as I pull my shirt over my head.

“Conor, come on! We’re meant to be in the arena already!” Conor rolls his eyes, wraps the blanket round his waist and unlocks the door.

“You want me to come out like this?” Conor said to a stunned manager. “Or can I get dressed first?” I try to hide my smirk as Conor stands up for himself, although it made him even sexier.

“No… I mean- I- Ok. Just hurry!” Ben said and ran off the bus.

“Idiot!” Conor said as he slammed the bedroom door closed again.

“Ah, don’t get annoyed hun, he’s just stressing like normal!” I smile and walk over to him, cupping his head in my hands. I’d gotten used to Ben and his faffing about. I got used to the 5am arrivals and the schedules, the pep talks and the stupid things he’d say in them and this was all because of one night, when I sat and thought over my life since almost being arrested for punching a guy. I mean of all the things that went right, there were the equal amounts of things that went wrong and one of those main things was Michael. So even though Ben was annoying, at least he was real and I knew that even though I wanted to shove him into room of chill pills, I knew he’d never dump me because I was ‘creating issues’. Not to mention, Ben had a protective side over me after hearing about me getting stabbed.

“I know… I shouldn’t but I just loved spending time with you! And with any other person I could still be in bed enjoying that moment, but instead I have to practise for 9 hours!”

“Hey!” I said, removing my hands from his face and holding his hands loosely. “How about we go out for lunch today? You can bring Jack if you want?” He smiled and nodded. “Well, I’ll meet you in there, I’m gonna need to scope the area for assassins and that. Ok?” Again he nodded and I walked happily out of the bus and into the arena where Jack was being lectured by Ben. I pick up the pace and stand next to Jack, who looks relieved to see me.

“What’s the problem Ben?” I ask, head tilted.

“Jack went on twitcam yesterday with his friend and got drunk… So he’s here with a hangover! What good is that?” Ben said, his voice rose as if he was having a go at me.