So What? (A Conor Maynard Fan/Pop Fiction)

Chapter 22 - I'm Sorry

A/N: Thank you guys so much for everything! I'm sorry i didnt upload last night, but here it is, the chapter you all wanted so you know about Conor's wellfair! I am actually really ill today and off work, so please forgive me for any massive mistakes! Nearly 2250 reads and 133 votes makes me want to twerk to celebrate - but i wont, i'll just write how much that means to me and thank you guys so so much!! I love you all and enjoy reading! :) xxxxxxx

Louise's POV

I held my breath as I walked into the hospital. Conor's mum and I had a chat and she'd made me see the light. I needed to go and see him. I needed to apologise. I needed to tell him this was all a big mistake. After Conor's mum and brother had left, I ran up to my room and cried. I cried as much as I did when I lost dad. That's what made me realise, this wasn't some puppy love kid romance thing, I really thought as much of him as I did with my dad. Conor meant that much to me...

"Hello." I said to the receptionist. "My friend is in here? Con-" My phone began to rang and we both looked down at it.

"I'm sorry," She began, "Please take the call outside." I smiled and nodded.

"Hello?" I questioned harshly.

"Babe, it's me. What's wrong? I came round and you weren't in. Where are you?" I instantly regretted picking up the phone.

"Look, David, I can't talk now, I'm not even meant to have my phone on! I'll call you later?" I asked quickly. Please say yes, please say yes.

"Why can't you talk? Are you with someone?" He hesitated. "Are you with Conor?" I felt like flinging my phone across the car park.

"Look David, I really really have to go now..." I urged.

"You're with Conor, aren't you? Remember we were meant to be going to the cinema today?" I slapped my hand on my forehead. Crap! How did I forget that?

"Oh David I'm so sorry! I completely forgot!" I hated myself. I've screwed everything up for everyone!

"Yeah I'm sure Conor made you forget how important I was to you, eh?" He said angrily.

"It's not like that, David. I'm not with Conor..."

"Who are you with then? I can hear people in the background." He hinted.

"David, I'm at the hospital." I began.

"Shit! Are you alright? What happened?!" He suddenly sounded so caring. I began to walk back and forth in front of the door to the hospital.

"It's not me. I'm fine. It's Conor who's in hospital." The lump in my throat appeared again and I began to tear up. "He's in here because of us, David..." I began to cry. I don't know why, but I couldn't control it. I just sobbed.

"Woah woah woah... What do you mean because of us?" He stopped with the caring tone and now sounded angry. I managed to calm down from crying and took a deep breath in.

"After you said he was a bad influence, he rode off. And he was in an accident..."

"That's not my fault." He said, unbothered.

"Excuse me?" I said, beginning to lose it.

"I didn't make him speed off and crash."

"You're unbelievable. Have fun at the cinema on your own. Bye." I hung up on him and turned my phone off. I walked back into the hospital and towards the receptionist.

"Hello again." She smiled at me.

"Umm, Conor Maynard? He was in an accident yesterday..." No matter how much I said it I couldn't say it without becoming teary eyed. My heart sped up as she typed his name in.