Lost | A Connor McDonough Fan Fiction

Chapter 7

This past week has been really busy. I've been running all over the place with Connor so he can get things for tour, I've been working a lot at Starbucks (as usual), along with regular house chores. Connor thinks he's getting really annoying by asking me to go places with him, but I love it. It was our last week together before the tour, anyway. I won't be seeing him in person for the next few months, so I might as well. 

The guys are leaving tomorrow and I'm going to miss Connor so much. He's been here with me for awhile and I'm not sure how I'm going to take it. We've been with each other literally day and night, seeing each other every chance we could, and now we won't. It's just going to be so... different.

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I was just sitting in my room reading, when suddenly I heard a reoccuring tap at my window. I went up to it and opened my blinds to see Connor standing there, tapping at the glass with a cheeky grin.

"Hey!" he shouted so I could hear him through the window, as if I couldn't already. He kept tapping, making a beat with his hands.

"Hi," I said. "What are you doing?"

"Breaking in," he shouted, yet again.

"Why? The front door is just as useful."

"I wanted to be daring today. Open the window."

"Eh, I don't think so. That's too easy," I said smiling.

"I sense a task of some sort coming along..." He said, keeping the beat with his hands going.

"Yeah, I just don't know what the task will be yet," I pondered.

"Ugh, Claire just let me in," he begged. "I'll dance. I'll sing. I'll scream in a library. I'll do whatever. Just think of something."

"You can choose out of those three options," I said. I obviously lack in originality when it comes to creativity.

"Claaaaaaaaaaaaaire!" he sang. "Oh Claire, how much I love you, you make me sing outside your window, I can't think of lyrics right now, but I see a squirrel, he's making weird noices, YEAAAAAAAH! La la la la la, I'm singing right now, la la la la la, true story bro, la la la la la, I'm so amazing, so let me in your house noooooooooooow!"

I laughed from inside, applauding him. He bowed from outside, laughing himself. I opened the window and let him in, him swiftly climbing through.

"Well done," I said.

"What can I say? I'm a professional at this."

"You actually are, though."

"Oh yeah, I am, aren't I?" he said as if he didn't remember.

I playfully hit him and he grinned widely. "So what are you doing today?" I asked.

"Hanging out with one of my favorite people in the whole wide world while I have the chance to," he said, then hugged me tightly.

"Who, Charles?" 

He looked at me with a shocked expression. "How did you KNOW?!"

I laughed. "I'm psychic."

"Should've guessed," He stopped hugging me but held onto my hand. "Claire, let's go for a drive."

"You sound like you're kidnapping me."

"I am, but in the sweetest of ways," he flashed his bright smile. I rolled my eyes at him.

 "Come on, Claire! Will you please go? Just for meeeee?" He gave me his best puppy dog eyes.

"I suppose I can-"

"YAY! Let's drive. But first, we're stopping at Starbucks. I didn't get any today."