𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

How we met • Conor

Y/n's POV
Work, work, work. I swear that's all I ever do. Sometimes I wish I never did this job. I was a stylist.

I scrambled around for my paperwork to find a signature from someone. It was so frustrating. Suddenly I was interrupted by the noise of my phone ringing.

"Not again" I grumbled to myself before answering.

"Hello?" I asked sweetly.

"Hello y/n, we have client that needs a stylist as theirs is off ill today"

"Okay I'll be right there, what's the name?"

"Maynard" My boss told me. Where have I heard that before?

After finishing the conversation and getting details, I made my way up to the client 'Conor Maynard'.

I was greeted at the door by a tall security guard on set. I was backstage for his show tonight.

"Hey I'm Conor!" A cute guy said to me. As I looked up at him the first thing I noticed was his amazing blue eyes. Then it was his adorable curly, brown quiff.

"Hey I'm y/n!" I said with the same level of excitement.

As I walked into his dressing room the sweet smell of cakes welcomed me. Conor sat down on the spinning chair in front of the mirror.

"Thanks for coming in so last minute, sorry about that" he smiled up at me as I stood next to him.

As I started to do his hair, I could see him pulling funny faces in the mirror. I couldn't help but laugh at him. We talked about everything and anything, from his show, to what's our favourite dance move.

Eventually I had finally finished my masterpiece called Conor Maynard.

"And...Done!" I said whilst looking at him in the mirror.

"Thankyou so much y/n, we should hang out some time" He smiled sweetly.

"Yeah, I'd like that" I smiled back at him.
Now this was why I chose this job.