I Love You. Now I'm Afraid To Lose You. {Connor Franta Fanfic}

Chapter 7 - Our Little 'Fight'.

Chapter 7 - Our Little 'Fight'.

"Bye, mom! Bye, dad!" I yelled and shut the door. I lifted my leather purse up to my shoulder and started walking. I would've drove, but I need some fresh air and time to think.

I looked nicer than usual today, actually. My brown hair was held in a bun, and that bun was covered with daisies. You know, fake daisies. My body was held a white, lacy dress. It was a beautiful dress that my mom bought me for my sixteenth birthday. My shoes were brown flats, and my arms carried a grey sweater that went with my outfit. My eye shadow was a sparkly grey-white, so that matched as well.

I was walking down the sidewalk of the road as I looked at my bright phone screen. Twitter was crazy today. Everyone's crazy about One Direction's big announcement. I was about to tweet when I looked up to see someone standing in front me me.

"WHAT THE-" I screamed, throwing my phone in the air. Unfortunately it hit the ground, making a terrible cracking noise. "Connor!" I yelled, hitting the top of his head. "Thanks for the heart attack." I leaned down and picked up my phone as he laughed hysterically.

"You do get scared easily," he laughed. "It's cute." I smiled and blushed.

"Thanks. But you do realize I dropped my phone and cracked it right?" I stared at the huge crack going from its top right to its bottom left. It still worked but now it's harder to see the screen. Connor gasped.

"You broke your phone? Your parents are going to be mad." I crossed my arms.

"No, YOU broke my phone."

"Me?" He pouted. "I did no such thing."

"Oh, but you did. You scared me and made me drop my phone, thank you very much." I huffed.

"Sorry. I'll by you a new one."

"Pfft, no you won't?" He shrugged.

"Probably not. Now lets go." He grabbed my arm and we walked into his house.

•••••

We were sitting on his couch watching Family Guy when my stomach growled. I blushed, embarrassed. I hate when my stomach growls. It sounds like a dying hippo.

"You're hungry, too?" Connor asked, getting up from the couch. I nodded. "Should we go somewhere or eat here?"

"Anything you want." I smiled.

"Ah, but you're the guest."

"And the guest says, 'anything you want'." I smirked. He stood there waiting for an answer. "What?" He stared at me intensely making me giggle. "Okay fine, we'll eat here." He smiled.

"Alright." He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge door. I stayed put on the couch because, well, I'm lazy.

•••••

"Connooooor," I wined, getting impatient. "I'm hungry." I heard no response. "Connor!" I yelled. I turned my head to be greeted with a smirking Connor spraying my face with whipped cream. "Connor!" I screeched, jumping up from the couch. "What the heck!" He was on the ground from laughing so hard.

"Oh my god, your face!" He was still laughing, so this was a distraction. I smirked and jogged over to the fridge. I grabbed a random bottle and walked over to him. He was still laughing, so I leaned down to his face.

"Oh. You thought that was funny?"

"That was hilarious!" He clenched his stomach and sat up. His smile turned into a frown in an instant, realising what I had in my hand. I grinned widely and didn't hesitate to rip the top off and get mustard in his cute little quiff. He squealed and jumped up, while I, this time, was in hysterics.

"You squealed!" I laughed, practically crying. Until he sprayed me with whipped cream again. "Oh, it's on!" We sprayed each other until the bottles were empty. Luckily, Connor's ran out first so I squirted him with mustard longer. Now, the hard part was, who was getting to the fridge to get something else first?

"Don't. Move." I advised Connor. I could tackle him at any given moment and get to the fridge first.

"Same to you, my friend." Connor and I were both near the fridge facing each other intensely. That's it. I'm going for it!

I ran towards the fridge but Connor grabbed my arm and pulled me back, making me fall onto the hard wooden floor. Then he smirked and tackled me. He was really strong so I couldn't squeeze out if his grasp. He held my arms at my sides with his legs.

"Get off me Connor!" I tried to wiggle my way out but he just chuckled.

"I think not."

"Why?" I pouted.

"Because. One, this is fun. And two, you'll just go to the fridge and attack me with, I don't know, bananas." I laughed.

"Bananas? Really? You keep bananas in the fridge?"

"Well yeah, who doesn't?" If I could facepalm myself right now I would.

"Connor. Your bananas brown fastest in the fridge. Smart one..."

"Oh, what? You think I'm dumb now?"

"What? I never said-"

"You deserve a punishment."

"But I didn't even say you-" Before I could finish he started to lick my shoulder like it was a lollipop. "EW! Connor! Stop!"

"You called me dumb!"

"No," I giggled. "I didn't!" We were both laughing. Me because Connor was an idiot, but he was laughing at my giggling. We were laughing hysterically until we heard the door close and a camera flash to go off. We both stopped and looked at the door.

"Woah," Ricky laughed. "Did I interrupt something?" He smirked. Connor jumped off me and I got up as fast as I could.

"N-No..." I blushed. I bet my face was so red right now. I know Connor's was. How cute.

"Man, what happened in here?" Ricky scoped the room full of mustard, and whipped cream. Connor and I both looked at each other and started laughing. "Okay...? Well anyways, the door was unlocked so I just came in. I needed my phone charger."

"Your phone charger?" Connor asked.

"Yeah, I left it here yesterday."

"Oh." Connor jogged to his room and I was now left with Ricky.

"Hey, psst, Ricky."

"Yeah?"

"Let me see the picture." I walked up to him and looked at his phone screen until he locked it. "Hey!"

"Don't worry, I tagged you on twitter." He smirked.

"Twitter!? You posted it on twitter?"

"...And Instagram. And Tumblr. And-"

"Ricky!" I slapped his arm. Then Connor walked in, handing the phone charger to him. I took out my phone and checked the time. I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Connor and Ricky asked in unison.

"Kyle."

"Ew." Connor said, making me laugh. "What does he want?"

"I don't know, my phone just said I got a text from him. Let me check." I unlocked my phone and went to messages. "Crap."

"What?" Ricky asked, worried.

"He wants to know where I am. He's at my house."