Being Security (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21 - Alright Fatty!

Ella’s POV

I’ve not seen Jake since that night. What he says to me keeps spinning round in my mind, like it doesn’t want me to forget it. I can’t lie and say I completely got rid of my feelings for him, but it’s all about me and Conor now. Me, Conor and the baby. I jump out of bed after a satisfying sleep and walk past the mirror lining the wall to get to the bathroom. I stop still. In my peripheral vision I see a bump. A big bump. Well, big enough for me! I turn my head slowly towards the mirror and there it is, the beginning of my bump. I’ve got a bump!

“CONOR!” I screech and he runs out of nowhere.

“What? Babe, what’s wrong?” I pointed to the mirror.

“I’m fat!” I exclaim as if he was stupid for not seeing it before. “Ben’s totally gonna notice.”

“Ella, you’re fine. You have a tiny bump. Plus I did tell you to tell him already…” I roll my eyes.

“Yes, thank you genius.” I say sarcastically. I walk into the bathroom clutching my security outfit for another day of the tour. The tour, being a month, I assumes would go really slowly and drag on like there was no end; but we’re already in the 3rd week of it and we’re all getting on better than before; even me and Jack are good friends now!

“Come on guys!” Jack shouts from behind the door.

“I’ll let him in!” Conor shouts to me.

“Alright, just behave!” I shout back as I squeeze into my skinny jeans and my ‘Security’ top. I can hear Conor’s phone ring and him answer it. I quickly brush my teeth and comb my hair and wonder how obvious the ‘pregnancy glow’ is now. I walk out of the room to see Conor pacing around the room distressed.

“Alright, fatty!” Jack smirks at me.

“Yes, thank you.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Glad to see someone is trying to make me feel comfortable!”

“I love you really!” Jack stood up and walked towards me, flinging an arm round my shoulders. “Just a fatter version of you!” He immediately pulled back and ran behind the sofa for protection as I shot round and glared at him.

“You asshole!” I exclaim, flinging my arms at him. “Get out! You don’t deserve to be in my room!” I couldn’t control the laughter that exploded out as I spoke.

“You’re right, need this whole room to yourself!” He prepared himself to run away and I bolted round the sofa, where we both ran in circles, him trying to get away from me.

“GUYS!” Conor suddenly shouted, stopping us both in our tracks. His phone was draped down at his side, he was tense yet scared, his body stuck to the spot. “He’s out…” is all Conor could muster up.

“Who? What?” Jack asked, head tilted.

“Barry, he’s been released from prison…” Conor’s face dropped.

“What? How is that possible?” Jack blurted out. “Fucking asshole should be away for life!”

“It makes sense…” I say, though shaking my head. “It’s been a long time. If he was on good behaviour, he’d have been released already.”

“Yeah thanks for the support!” Conor said sarcastically, although there was anger behind that.

“Love, I’m gonna be the one punching him the face again!” I said harshly back. I turn round to Jack, already on the phone.

“I’m calling Ben.” He said bluntly.

“I can’t believe this… he’s gonna know where I am, I’m on tour with one of the biggest bands, it’s advertised everywhere! He’s gonna get me!” Conor sounded scared, and that scared me. He was always so optimistic and never made a drama out of anything… Now he’s thinking he’s gonna get killed by Barry.

“Con, you’ll be fine. You got me and the bodyguards to look after you!” I smile sympathetically at him.

“I don’t want you to look after me! I’m meant to look after you, you’re pregnant! It’s shameful when I need a pregnant woman to look after me…” He shakes his head.

“Conor, it’s my job!” I say, taken aback by this comment I could barely think of what to say!

“It shouldn’t be. Not in your condition. I think I’ll tell Ben about your pregnancy, I don’t want you to get hurt in this.” He walked over to Jack to tell him, but I moved in between to get in the way.

“You dare tell him…” I say inches from Conor’s face with gritted teeth.  He backs away from Jack.

“Ella, I just want to protect you!”

“Then keep your mouth shut.” I say, glaring at him. “I’ll finish this guy if I need to.” I say and walk out of the room. “I’m going to the arena.” I say as I slam the door and storm out of the hotel.

Arriving at the Arena, I’m stopped at the door by Ben.

“Ella!” He smiles. He’s never greeted me, let alone been happy about it.

“What have I done?” I answer. I’m not falling for this.

“Conor called me…” I already knew what he was going to say. “He told me that you’re pregnant! Now, I know you love your job but I can’t have a pregnant woman protecting people so-”

“Fuck off, Ben.” I say, trying to walk past him but he blocks my way.

“Ella, it’s best you leave of your own accord rather than me having to make you leave…” He looked serious. How could Conor do that to me? I’m perfectly capable of standing staring at people dancing!

“I’m working today…” I stand square on to him.

“No you’re not. Go home.” He practically shooed me off. Fine. I’ll go home. Wait and see how it all falls apart cos you leave tweedledum and tweedledee in charge.

“Whatever.” I say as I turn and walk off.

“I knew you’d be annoyed, so I’ve got two tickets for you and Jack to come and watch?” Ben offered me two tickets. Well, I turned tickets down last time… I snatch the tickets out of his hand and walk off. “Oh! Congratulations!” Ben tried to add as I walked back. I didn’t want to answer, I was fuming. How could Conor do this? After I said that! Does he really hate me that much? How are the two idiots meant to protect Conor from Barry when they don’t even know who he is and what he’s done! He could have beaten Conor to death if I wasn’t there… I grab my phone and dial Jack.

“Alright fatty?” He joked. I couldn’t help but smile a little, this was going to be a long running joke.

“Thank your prick of a brother for me being put on maternity leave as of right now.” I say, angry.

“He did what?” Jack sounded shocked. He must have done it without Jack knowing either! “Why would he do that?”

“Ask him! I’ve come away clutching two tickets for you and me to go to the gig though… So get ready.” I hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. Next person to call… Conor. It rang for ages, I could picture him staring at him phone wondering whether or not to answer it.

“Ella, are you alright?” Conor asked timidly.

“Conor. What the fuck?” I simply asked.