Mine (A Connor Ball Love Story)

First Date?

          Now, me and Connor were free to share a room. We loaded our things into the room and I just landed face-down on the bed. I kind of expected Connor to come sit on the bed with me (not in a clingy way), but he didn't, so I looked around to see him standing in the middle of the room with this look on his face. He looked hesitant, regretful, sad, confused, and really deep in thought.

         "Hey, are you okay?" I got up and took his hand.

         "Yeah, I'm fine."

         "That was a rhetorical question. I know that there's something wrong."

         "I was just thinking about what that girl said."

         "What?" I was confused for a moment, but then I ran through the things that the rude fangirl had said.

         "I think we both know that this," she gestured to mine and Connor's linked hands, "won't last long. Everyone knows that you're just with him for the fame."

         "Connor," I looked him straight in the eyes, "you didn't believe what she said about me, do you?" I was really hurt that he could even consider the possibility that the terrible statement could be true.

         "No, but I know that it could be." I could see it in his face that he regretted that immediately after he said it. I dropped his hand, speechless.

         "Wait, I didn't- I mean, that didn't come out how I wanted to-" He stuttered. I just shook my head and walked out of the room. I went to the first person I thought of.

         Tristan opened the door, surprised that I was there.

         "Hey, Trixie. What can I do for you?"

         "Can I sit in here for a while?" I didn't explain anything, but Tristan could tell that there was something wrong. He let me in and sat with me on the couch. I wasn't crying, I was kind of emotionless. I curled up next to Tristan and he wrapped his arm around me.

         "What's wrong?"

         "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it."

         "Did Connor do something to you?"

         "Yes. No. Kind of. Not exactly." He tensed up.

         "Please don't be mad at him. I'm probably overreacting about it."

         "Well, you can stay here for as long as you want." He stroked my hair, and I was reminded of what had happened the night I told them about my dad. He started singing "Little Things" by One Direction. I drifted to sleep.

===SKIP FORWARD TO NEXT MORNING===

         I woke up in a different room then the one I fell asleep in. I turned around to see Connor laying next to me. I sat up, memories of last night flooding into my brain. The disagreement with Connor, falling asleep in Tristan's arms. Tristan must have carried me to my room after I fell asleep. I looked at Connor again. He was laying on his side, facing me. I sighed and lay back down. It was ridiculous for me to be mad at Connor. I scooted next to him, cuddling my head against his bare chest. I was like that for about two seconds when I heard the magnificence that is Connor's sleepy voice.

         "So I take it that you've forgiven me?" He wrapped his arms around me.

         "Yeah. It was stupid of me to be mad at you for that. Of course it's a possibility that a girl could be dating you for fame."

          "It wasn't stupid. I should have trusted you. Do you still love me?"

          "Always and forever." We sat like that for a moment until he said something interesting.

          "So, I was thinking," he ran his hands down my back and around my waist, "we haven't been on a first date yet." He pulled me against him.

          "I actually thought about that too. I think we should wait until we're in Britain and we aren't moving around as much."

          "Good plan." He kissed my neck, and I knew where he was leading this.

          "Connor, I think it might be a while until I'm ready for, you know... I've... Well, I've never done it before and I'm kind of sensitive since my dad."

          "You've never done it before?" He sounded surprised.

          "Why do you sound surprised?"

          "Well, you're just so beautiful, I can't believe that anyone is able to hold back from you."

          "I've always been kind of an outcast. You know, because I like My Little Pony and I'm kind of weird and my dad and stuff. A guys has never liked me like that before. And if they had, they didn't say anything because their friends would laugh at them."

          "Those guys don't know what they're missing." He kissed me again, but this time it wasn't so... seductively.

          "I love you so much." He made me feel special.

          "Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough for you. You're just so amazing."

          "You're perfect in every way. I love you." He pulled me against him even more. I snuggled against him, closing my eyes. Man, nobody has ever made me feel like this.

          "Hey," I said, "how did I get here last night?"

          "Tristan carried you in here. You were sleeping." I nodded and closed my eyes. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep, but I just lay there thinking about random things. Connor got up, stretching. I did the same.

           "I love that sound you make." He tried to imitate it, but failed.

           "You love it?  I sound like a dying polar bear."

           "No you don't." I smiled and rolled off the bed, landing on the floor.

           "Whoa, are you okay?" Connor gave me his hand and pulled me up.

           "I did that on purpose."

           "Why?"

           "Because I," I thought for a moment, "I don't know."

           "You are so weird," he pulled me against him, "I love it." He kissed my forehead and let me go. I made my way to the bathroom. Man did I love Connor Ball.