Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 19 - The Song

Ella’s POV

Checking myself in the mirror one more time I stare at myself sideways. Is that a small bump forming? Maybe they’d already seen it? Maybe they already knew? And Jake’s wedding is coming up really soon, am I going to fit in the dress I bought? Eurgh. Why couldn’t us women just remain normal and flat and not become fat and round and have to waddle? Anyway, I look alright, I’m gonna go and celebrate with the guys that mean the most to me! I walk into the room and am greeted by 7 pairs of eyes. Normally this wouldn’t bother me but today it makes me feel really self-conscious!

“Are you alright?” Niall asks me.

“Yeah, just felt a little… sick…” I hesitated. I’d said to Conor I wanted him to find a way to tell them that wasn’t a quick ‘hey I’m pregnant’ before we had to go home or before they went on stage. It dawned on me I’d not even looked at him yet! I glanced over and he was sitting on a two-seater sofa with Niall, both holding guitars. Aww they must have been making a song together so they could all sing it while on stage! Cute!

“Take a seat, hun! Don’t want you standing up all day!” He smiled and I plopped myself on a small chair near the door.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry!” I grin. “What’s with the guitars?”

“Conor was teaching me a tune.” Niall says, his thick Irish accent echoing round the room.

“Yeah, he’s being all secretive!” Harry said almost straight after.

“He’s taught us a tune but not given us words!” Louis looked over confused at me.

“What’s with that?” Zayn asks. I love how they all talk one after the other expressing what each other feels.

“Guys, chill out! I’ve got the paper! I’ve got the lyrics!” Conor laughs.

“Come on then!” Liam smiles, arm held out.

“You guys got the tune?” Conor asks the 1D boys, sitting around him like he’s a teacher. They all nod simultaneously. Conor hands them some paper each. “Two lines each, alright? Remember the tune.” Conor and Niall count each other in and a beautiful tune I hadn’t heard before fills my ears.

“You can never describe the feeling you get, when you finally meet your love.” Harry sung beautifully.

“You realise when you hold her hand, it fits yours like a glove.” Liam sung tunefully.

“Her eyes sparkle even in the dark and her smile lights up the room.” Louis sings.

“Her lips are also beautiful, like a rose that is in bloom.” Zayn sings melodically.

“Nothing would make you happier, than to hang onto her forever…” Niall sings.

“And things become elated when you’re having a child together.” Conor sings and the boys faces drop. Conor and Niall put the guitars down, though Niall does it as he gawps. They all suddenly whip their heads round and stare at me, looking from my face to my belly. Again, I feel an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness.

“Alright, guys can you please stop staring at me?” I emphasise the please, though it takes a while for them to stop staring. Conor pats his legs and I walk over, sitting on his lap.

“You’re… You’re pregnant?” Liam stutters, looking stunned. I nod my head.

“Yup.” I say simply.

“Wow. When’s it due?” Zayn asks.

“6 months or so. I’ve not had time for a proper scan and all that with work!” I say, huffing.

“Blame Ben!” Jack says laughing.

“He doesn’t know yet… Or Jake…” I murmur.

“But we’ve planned to go out and celebrate tonight!” Harry says, looking sad.

“Yeah? I’m still going! I just won’t drink!” I smile.

“Well what are we waiting for?” Louis was already standing up. “Let’s get ready!” I laugh, but nod.

“I asked Jake to come… I hope that’s alright!” Zayn asks nervously.

“Well, we have to tell him at some point! Especially as the wedding is soon!” Conor said as he stood up. “Look, meet you guys at the hotel in an hour, alright? Let’s make sure we have a great night out!” The boys rush off, Zayn first, to their hotel while me, Conor and Jack slowly walk back to our hotel. As we walk through the door, we’re greeted by Paparazzi, the flashing of the camera blinding us as we walked through.

“Move out the way please?” I shout with my arm held out in front of me.

“Conor, is it true you’re still seeing Hannah?”

“Jack, is it true you and Conor had a fight over Hannah?”

“Ella, is it true that you and Conor are on the rocks?”

“Can you all please shut up?” Jack shouted at them. “It’s only true if it comes out of our mouths! She is a liar!”

“Jack, shut up, let’s just go…” Conor snaps at him.

“Ella, do you miss your sister? Wasn’t it the anniversary of her death recently?” I stopped still. Fury rages inside me and I breathe heavily.

“You have no right to talk about my sister… Do you miss your parents? Grandparents? Children? Aunties and Uncles? When someone dies you tend you miss them, you fucking idiot.” Conor pushes me forwards and we continue walking. “And you can take that out of context, you usually fucking do!” Again Conor shoves me forwards to keep walking.

“Come on, let’s just go!” Conor whispered to me. “Don’t want you to pass out!”

“Alright… Fine.” I say, storming ahead while Conor grabbed Jack by the arm and pulling him alone. How could these people be so unfeeling? They just bring up my sister like I don’t see it as a big deal! It’s ridiculous… I swear the next person who talks about her will get a smack!