Broken and Fixed - (Conor McGregor)

Chapter 8

"See? The bouncer did not even care about our faces, let alone our age." She enthusiastically walked towards the counter.

Becky, on the other hand, was shy and had kept her head down as she followed her friend. She could not even look at Aria, who had become a stranger in front of her eyes, a completely different being who had lost all her meek and fragile nature. Poor little Becky detested her surroundings, however she was starting to fear the fact that she was starting to detest her friend too whereas she shouldn't be doing that.

"Get me and my friend the best drink around here." Aria screamed in order to be heard since the music was loud.

The blondie on the counter nodded her head before turning around and mixing various beverages. Becky watched her do this with silence but Aria got up and moved towards the table which was surrounded by many youngsters who were chanting the word 'King' and they created a boisterous environment in the bar which could attract even the eldest man in the bar. She pushed many people aside to take a look at the table and finally she was in front. She saw two men arm wrestling. One was wearing a grey hoodie, while the other one was a giant who wore a tank top. The man with the grey hoodie seemed to win, no matter how hard the giant tried and while he was putting the force, the grey hoodie fell off his head and it revealed his full face.

Aria was stunned. Her heart was not beating, it was raging. Her eyes were not widened, they were frozen. Her lips did not quiver, they stood parted. She was an immovable statue which was probably made out of heavy feelings rather than stones or rocks and nothing would affect her, not even her the pushes that she received from the people.

"Go Conor." She mumbled, softly and senselessly. She knew the name of a stranger who she had never spoken to before, who she had seen on the television just once, who was not even aware of her existence. Before this, she didn't even know his name then how did she know it now? She questioned herself this question but then unclear flashbacks appeared which weren't visionary, they were auditory. They were voices and one voice said the words "Don't give up."

"Go Conor!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, causing the people to cheer louder.

He defeated the giant as soon as he heard her words, then he looked up at her, blankly but thankfully. A smile did not appear on his lips but a small smirk was trying to find a way on his lips which he did not allow to appear.

They stared at each other quietly, meanwhile the others were screaming. For Aria, everything became silent for a while. The redhead was her only fascination and nothing could make her stop staring at him, same was the case for him.

He stood up and pushed the people away arrogantly, hoping Aria would follow him and she certainly did. She was hypnotised by him and she kept crying from the inside because it was so hard for her to understand one thing; why did she feel as if she and him were really close and as if they are made for each other?

"Do I know you, lassie?" He stopped and chuckled before turning around to look into her brown eyes.

"You do." She said without thinking.

"I don't remember seeing you ever. Maybe you're a fan, no?" He folded his arms across his chest.

"More than a fan."

"Interesting." He sighed boringly, then turned around to walk away before she said something awestricken.

"Don't you remember me? Don't you remember NairGregor?" Her lips quivered this time and she felt like crying without a reason.

He instantly turned around with his eyes widened and his face pale. "Anora?"