Growing Up With Him- Conor Maynard Fan Fic

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My eyes steaming with tears. My face got with emotions. I hear running behind me. I storm out the building and onto the side walk.
"Sam, wait!" I hear. I turn around. Conor runs up to me.
"I'm sorry, Samantha. They made me do it. I remembered what happened. But they forced me to." He says.
"Save it, Conor Paul Maynard." I say in pure anger.
"I've been acting like a fucking parent these last few months to you and your friends. All I do is clean, cook and do laundry. I don't wanna live like this anymore." I say. Tears brim my eyes, ready to put out any moment.
"I don't want you acting like a mom towards me. I want you to be my girlfriend and that's it. We should move out, together, love. Be alone." He says.
"I'm going for a walk." I turn and walk away. I feel his eyes glued to my body as I walk the opposite direction of him. He knows he's fucked up.
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I walk off to the park, Big Ben, all over London trying to blow off steam.
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I eventually walk back home. I open the door and walk past all of them. The bags still there. I walk up to my room and lock the door.

I pace in my room, letting the tears fall. My face burning red, got tears streaming down it.
Moments later I hear a gentle knock on my door.
"Love, it's Conor. Can I come in?" He asks softly. I get up and walk over to the door. I place my hand on the knob and turn it. The door opens slowly. In front of me, stands my boyfriend in tears. His eyes red and puffy, like mine. He grabs me quickly into a hug, wrapping his arms around me. I don't respond back. He lets go.
"What you did, was fucked up." I say.
"I know. And I'll never do it again. Please, love. Give me another chance." He says sniffling.
"One condition, you promise never to do that again and you won't treat me like a mother anymore?" I ask.
"Of course. Anything for you baby girl. I never wanted any sort of thing like this ever to happen." He says wiping the tears from my face. I hug him like I've never done before. Our body heard connecting. Our hearts touching, his helping mine to heal.
"I love you." He says placing a kiss on my lips ever so gentle.
"I love you to." I say.