Growing Up With Him- Conor Maynard Fan Fic

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Conor and I goto a really fancy restaurant. We finish dinner and goto the Themes. We walk across the little bridge in the park. Conor picks me up and spins me around. We both laugh and smile.
"This is perfect." I say.
"It indeed is." Conor agrees. I walk on the stone of the water fountain deciding the water and the side walk. Conor grabs my waist and twirls me around off of it. We walk next to each other, hand in hand. We end up running into some fans and taking pictures.
"I release me album soon." I say.
"That's amazing. I do also but I think next week." Conor says.
"Awesome." I say.
"How did two teenagers in Brighton, England get to be world famous singers?" Conor asks.
"It's still settling into my mind." I say. Conor laughs at that. There are a bunch of people around. Conor knows I don't like being in large groups cause it gives me anxiety. We decide to head back home. I was a little upset cause I thought he was gonna ask me to... never mind. We head back home. I go shower and take off all my make up. I put on black leggings and a camp crop top for bed. Conor and I start to get ready to fall asleep when he gets a call from his manager.
"Ello,"
"What?"
"Okay"
"2pm"
"London square"
"Okay"
"Will do"
"Bye"
Was the conversation.
"I have a show tomorrow." He says. I sigh.
"I know you don't like crowds but please come. You will need to get use to them cause of your singing to sam. Please." He begs.
"No, I'm to scared. " I say.
"Pleeeasseeee!!" He says with puppy dog eyes.
"Ughhh fine." I say.
"Yay!" He says. We both head off to bed in my room.
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12pm. Conor starts to get ready for his show. He puts on black skinny jeans, a white shirt and a black bomber over with white shoes. He does his hair all nice. I put on black leggings and a camouflage crop top with white converse. I put my hair into a high pony tail and curl it. I put on my makeup, mascara, a wing, eye liner, red lipstick, foundation, bronzer and highlighter. I put my phone into my side pocket of my leggings. A car picks up Conor and I.
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We start to head inside for the venue. I don't have a keen feeling on this. We set up for the meet and greet. I over hear that there's gonna be 7,000 people. Fucking kill me already. I pace my breath.
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The meet and greet starts. I start in a seeing view of Conor but so quickly, I loose him. It gets out of hand. People surround me, trying to get to Conor. They run one way, I run the opposite. I try and find him but can't. I push through people. My breath quickens, my eyes become hot and glassy. I run and run to try and get away from people. My chest feels tight. My hands start shaking lots.