Not Good Enough (James McVey/Connor Ball - Jonnor) (1/2)

Chapter 20 - Connor's Day

Connor's POV: 

I open the door quietly and peek my head out, I look around the corridor and sigh a relief as I notice that Lauren isn't there. I carry the towel with me into my room and close the door behind me. I inhale deeply and close my eyes, what am I going to do with this towel covered in blood? I don't know whether to hide it or try and wash it, wait, Lauren is going out later and I'll be home alone so I can wash it then. I smile and nod, my plan is to hide it until Lauren goes out and then wash it. 

I hear someone coming up the stairs and I decide to throw the towel under my bed. The door knocks and I open the door and Lauren smiles 'that was fast, are you ok?'. I put a smile on and nod 'yes thanks Lauren'. Lauren smiles 'ok, also I'm going out soon but Tristan and Anastasia are downstairs waiting for Luisa to arrive'. I nod 'ok, are they going out when Luisa comes?' I ask and Lauren nods 'yep'. I smile 'ok, I think I need to find something to do'. Lauren smiles 'I can ask Tristan if you can hang out with him?'. I shake my head 'no thanks, I might call Luke and see if he wants to hang out'. Lauren nods 'ok, well be good and stay safe'. Lauren hugs me and I smile 'thank you'. 

Lauren waves her goodbye to me and heads downstairs. I decide its time to go downstairs and see Tristan. I slowly walk downstairs and Tristan smiles, but it's not the full Tristan smile I know. 'Morning' Tristan half-smiles and I fake smile back 'morning Tris, you ok?'. Tristan nods 'I'm ok thanks, are you ok Con?'. I nod and smile. Anastasia smiles 'me and Tris are friends now'. Tristan nods and Anastasia smiles. 'Cool, I'm happy that you 2 are talking again' I say and Anastasia nods 'we're just waiting for Luisa to come so that we can head off'. Tristan looks up from his lap 'would you like to come Con?'. I smile, but shake my head 'no thanks, I just need a day to myself if thats ok'. Anastasia nods 'ok'.

A knock at the door interrupts them and Anastasia smiles 'that should be Luisa, hopefully she'll want to be friends again'. Anastasia skips out of the room to answer the door and Tristan sighs 'I'm not ok Con'. I look at him confused 'why?'. He shakes his head 'Anastasia just wants to be friends and nothing more'. I give him a sympathetic look 'thats good in a way Tris, it means that you 2 can rebuild your friendship and then maybe be together again'. Tristan nods 'I suppose'. Anastasia walks back in with Luisa 'ready Tristan?'. Tristan smiles and nods 'I'm ready, I'll see you later Con, if you need anything just drop a text'. I nod 'thanks Tris, have fun'. Tristan smiles and waves goodbye before heading out. 

I watch as they get into the car and drive off and then I take this as my signal. I speed walk upstairs and grab the towel from underneath my bed and head down to the washing machine. I throw the towel in and turn the machine on. I smile when I see the towel being washed. I look around the kitchen before my eyes land on the hand print left on the counter, I'm still debating whether or not to tell the boys that I know who it is or just to leave it and wash it off. But if I wash it off, they would be mad and they would be suspicious. I walk into the living room and sit down on the chair, I turn the TV on and put the music channel on to try and brighten the atmosphere and for sound as its too creepy when its quiet. 

I look at Twitter to see that everyone are tweeting about James and Brad being on the radio, there are also tweets about Tristan been seen with Anastasia and Luisa. I scroll through Twitter more and see that all the boys are getting soo much love and being tagged in soo many things, but there's rarely anyone tweeting about me or asking where I am. I decide to tweet and see what happens. I tweet 'Soo Bored! Follow Spree? #FollowMeCon'. I refresh the tweet and see that most of the people are tweeting back with either 'no' or 'don't want your follow'. I sigh and place my phone down on the chair. 

I look up from my phone and see a man in the window watching me, smiling. I freeze on the chair in fear, he looks familiar. Extremely familiar. I run into the kitchen and hide behind the island in the middle. I hear the front door being kicked and I start to rock back and forth heavily breathing. 'This can't be happening' I start to repeat quickly.