Contrast~ A Conor & Jack Maynard Fanfiction

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Shit, I'm so hungover. Conor was nice enough to close the blinds though. Wait, I'm at Conor's place. I looked over and Conor wasn't in bed but his microphone is set up by his computer. I took the blanket off. Conor changed me didn't he? Aw, he also put my phone on charge. I grabbed my phone and slowly got out of bed. Damn I have a headache. I walked out of his room and walked towards the kitchen were he was. He looked over.
"You look horrible." He smiled then laughed a bit. I looked over and Jack was on the sofa.
"Hey Liz." Jack is hungover too.
"Hey." I grinned.
"Here." Conor gave me a glass of water.
"Thanks." I smiled and took a sip, "How much did I drink last night?"
"A lot." Conor laughed.
"We all did. Not so much Conor but you got Niall Horan to have drinks with you." Jack told me.
"Shit really?" I grinned and had some more water.
"Yeah, I think Niall has a crush on my girl." Conor smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes with a smile.
"I'm just saying but he was around you a lot last night." Jack smiled as I sat down on the sofa.
"Hey, but we got to party with a mega pop star. That was cool." Conor said as he sat down next to me with a water bottle.
"Who else was there?" I wondered.
"Well besides us and Niall, you ran up to Joseph Gorden-Levitt and fangirled pretty much." Conor and Jack chuckled.
"Jeez. I get weird when I'm drunk."
"Yeah you do." Conor laughed.
"Is Josh here?" I asked.
"No he went to Caspar's." Jack told me.
"Alright. How much did Joe drink last night?" I wondered.
"Well you and him had about the same." Conor smiled.
"Damn." I had some water.
"Oh, you left Oli some drunk calls for some reason so he might call you." Conor told me.
"Alright but next time we go out and drink, you need to put me on a limit." I told them.
"That's a good idea." Jack said as he stood up and then walked into the toilet.
"Did I respond well when you were trying to put me in these clothes?" I asked.
"No, you wanted to have sex but you were wasted so I didn't. I changed you. I was tempted to have sex but I had a few drinks so it wasn't a good idea." He smiled. I had some water. My phone started to ring.
"Probably Oli." I looked at Conor then answered my phone, "Hello." I grinned.
"Hi Liz, it's Niall."
"Can you hold for a second?" I covered the phone then looked at Conor, "It's fucking Niall Horan! When did I give him my number?"
"How the hell would I know? Well, talk to him." Conor said.
"Hi Niall." I went back to the call.
"Last night was pretty crazy huh?"
"To be honest, I don't remember much." I chuckled and so did he. Conor got up and went into the kitchen.
"Yeah, I only remember some of it. I was very straight forward when asking for your number though."
"Yeah why did you?" I wondered.
"I'm in England for a few days and I was wondering if you wanted-"
"Niall, I don't know. Today isn't a good day because I feel horrible. Plus I have work next week." I told him.
"Oh ok. It's alright."
"I'm sorry." I just said no to hanging out with Niall Horan. I feel so stupid.
"Well, I'll text you sometime."
"Yeah sure." I grinned from that.
"Bye Liz." He said.
"Bye." I ended the call.
"Why'd he call?" Conor asked me.
"He wanted to hangout." I turned around and looked at Conor as he is currently making eggs.
"What did you say?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Well, I'm gonna feel like horrible the whole day plus I have work next week."
"You only have work until Wednesday." Conor told me then went back to the eggs.
"So you want me to go out with Niall?" I questioned.
"No, I'm just saying that this is a once in a lifetime thing. Usually people like Niall Horan don't ask a normal person like you to go out." Conor looked at me as he then leaned on the counter top.
"I'm just worried."
"About what?" He wondered.
"The paparazzi are probably going to end up being around us."
"And?"
"Conor, they may think that Niall and I may be dating and I left you. I don't want that. I love you." I told him. Conor came over to me.
"I love you too. But actually it might be a good time to tell you something."
"What?" I'm worried.
"I wanted to tell you earlier but I couldn't."
"You don't have like AIDS or something."
"No, I'm clean." He smiled.
"Ok good." I smiled back.
"Um, I wanted to tell you that I'm going on tour."
"Oh, when?" I wondered.
"January third." He told me.
"Conor that's in like two weeks!"
"I know and I wanted to tell you sooner."
"Why didn't you?" I'm a little annoyed.
"I don't know, I don't know. I didn't know when to tell you."
"You could've told me the day you found out. I don't keep anything from you. The only thing I would've kept from you is Haley but I didn't."
"You would've kept that from me? Your best friend dying? You really would've kept that from me? Why?"
"Seriously Conor? Would you go around and just tell people that your best friend died? The only reason you found out is because of the shirt that you spilled the drink on me the day we met. I was angry and I ended up throwing that information at you. I didn't mean to or initially want to but it just happened. But that being a secret for a little while would be understandable. I would've been so happy if you told me about you going on tour earlier."
"I'm only going around the U.K. and I am able to be home some times depending on where the show is."
"Alright, whatever. I'm going to go home and sober up. I have work tomorrow." I told him.
"So what were you guys talking about?" Jack walked back in.
"Nothing." Conor and I said at the same time.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked as I headed to the door.
"Back home. I need to sober up and I have a long day at work tomorrow. I'll talk to you later Jack." I said then walked out.

As I was in an uber on my way home, I thought about what happened since I woke up. But I also have a bad headache. Then I thought about what Niall called about. I'll give him a call back.
"Hello." Niall answered.
"Hey, um, what was your plan for tonight?"
"Are you feeling better?" He wondered.
"I'm awake now, yeah."
"Ok, text me where you live and I'll pick you up around four?"
"Sounds good."
"Great, see you then."
"Bye." I ended the call.