Growing Up With Him- Conor Maynard Fan Fic

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I, again, don't sleep. I spent the whole night writing British Boy. I decided to change the name. Susan calls me back to the office. I arrive and we get to work again. Conor calls me.
C- hey where were you yesterday. We were all worried sick. Where are you now?
S- I can't talk
C- why
S- I'm at the office. I'll call you later
C-*sigh* okay. I love you
S- love you to
I hang up. We get back to work. I hate not seeing him but I need to get at least 3 more songs done. We continue to write and Saturday flies by. I haven't slept in 2 whole days. I haven't eaten anything in a week. I'm exhausted but work needs to get done.
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Same thing Sunday. Now it's Monday. I skip school for work. I just take a sick day. I goto the office and write. Susan couldn't make it today so I'm with my co- manager, Steven.
"Do you like the songs so far?" I ask.
"Yes I love them. It's definitely gonna be number one." He says.
"Awesome." I say. We continue to write. Wednesday is my birthday it I can't be bothered todo anything. Conor keeps asking what I want. I haven't seen him in 5 days. I haven't eaten in a week and a half now or slept for 5 days.
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Tuesday. I start to get sick from the loss of sleep and food. But that can't stop me. I go in for work. I feel terrible. I look terrible but put on a pretty face. Yesterday I posted a quick cover of Faded by Alan Walker. I write and finish Reunited. Tomorrow is my birthday. But I need to work. Conor wants to take me out or at least see me and give me my gifts. I know I should stay for my birthday at home with Conor and my friends. But work. But Conor. Everything is so stressful. Steven and Susan notice that I look very ill.
"When was the last time you've eaten or slept?" They ask.
"Haven't eaten in like 2 weeks, haven't slept in like a week now. Haven't seen Conor in 6 days." I say.
"You don't look well. Come on, go home and see Conor and sleep. Take tomorrow off for you birthday." Susan says. I sigh.
"Fine." I say. I pack up and drive home. I feel like any second I will just collapse and die. I walk to my room. I call Conor.
C- I haven't seen you in a week.
S-I know. I don't feel well
C- are you home
S- just got home. They sent me home cause I look ill. I haven't slept in a week. Haven't eaten in 2 weeks. I feel so terrible like I'm gonna die
C- oh my god baby. I need to take you to the hospital. I'll be over in a second.
S- oka-
I fall and collapse. I have a coughing fit. I can barely breathe.
C- Sam?!!?! I'll be over in one second. He hangs up and rushes to my house. I black out in a instant.