'Conor, what happened with you and Y/N?' An interviewer asked him, his eyes were still red from crying and he was paler than ever, he'd refused to have any "stage makeup" put on and he just wasn't in the mood.
'Please don't talk about it, I messed up big time.' He admitted, unaware that you were watching.
'But I just want to know why you broke up.'
'And I said please don't talk about it.'
'For the fans?' The interviewer pushed.
'No!' Conor yelled, you jumped slightly and he went mental, pushed a chair over and stormed off set, you lived a few minutes away from the set and ran down there, waiting for him outside.
He ran out, still in tears and you stood in front of him.
'Please, not now.' He sobbed, hiding his face.
'Conor.' You pressed, he looked at you and his smile widened, you leant up and kissed you.
'I love you Conor.' You grinned
