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I stood up from the bed, a tear dripping off my chin. Connor was home and i couldn't let him know i was crying, especially the reason. I wiped all the tears then i headed to the bathroom and swiftly turned in the shower as if i was in it. I started to wash my face so it would clear up, and what i thought was good, was not enough. I turned off the shower and walked out of the rooms are the only thing Connor said was,
"What's wrong?" I bit my lip,
"Nothing? I'm fine.." I trailed off knowing he saw right through me. My eyes wandered the room obviously gazing anywhere but him. I turned around to at least attempt to make him believe my lie. Why couldn't i just tell him? Because he'd be mad, not at you but the fans. And you can't ruin him and his fans relationship.
I felt him step closer to me and he turned me around.
"Me and you both know that's a lie." He said softly. "But i'm not going to push the truth out of you. If you don't want to tell me, don'. But if i can help i'd love to know. But don't tell me because i want you too." He finished.
I nodded and tucked some hair behind my ear.
He turned to walk out of room and before i could stop it, i whispered his name.
"The hate... I know it shouldn't affect me... And i know i accepted this when i became your girlfriend but i-" He cut me off with a look.
"Y/n..." He sighed, "You can't just keep these things locked inside of you. If you don't feel comfortable talking to me, at least go to one of the boys. But it's okay, i'll help you, because i know how hard it is." I nodded and hugged him, smelling his cologne and i wondered why i thought he'd be mad, and why i hadn't done this earlier.
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Fanfictiono2l imagines completed November 7th 2016 10:18PM. all good things come to end but they live forever in our hearts. I wrote this when I was much younger, and although I've edited some of it, it's not the best. I'm not gonna tell you not to read it...
