'Ow!' You cursed once again as you burnt your ear with the straightness. You heard Conor sprint up the stairs, you laughed.
'Y/N?'' He yelled 'Are you okay?' He said, panic in voice as he ran into your bedroom and seeing you clutching your ear. He ran towards you and pulled your hand away, kissing your ear frantically trying to make it feel better.
'Conor.' You squirmed. 'I'm fine babe.' You giggled, his lips ran across your face and he started kissing your lips and chin, you still had the hot irons in your hand so you pulled away and quickly straightened his fringe and laughed, he snatched them out of your hand, put them on the desk and threw you over his shoulder.
'No!' You laughed
'Conor Maynard, put me down.'
'Nuh-uh.' He replied, wrapping his arm around your legs to stop you kicking.
'You straightened my fringe, that wasn't very nice.' He said cheekily.
He threw you on the sofa and climbed on top of you, you had a full make out session on the sofa, he rolled over and you fell on top of him on the floor and just laid there for a little while, staring at the ceiling in silence.
