𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Understand me • Conor

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Abigail's POV
I was scrubbing the edge of the glass vigorously, as a stain wouldn't come off.

"Urgg for god sakeee" I moaned, leaning over the sink. My phone buzzed, startling me.

I quickly grabbed a towel dried my hands, grabbing my phone off the counter - it was Jack.

Jack Jack😛
- Hey Abs, you might want to come over, Conor's locked himself in his room. We can't get him out, I know he'll listen to you though.😬

I frowned at Jack's message. What was wrong with Conor? He seemed fine yesterday...

I snapped out of my thoughts, and began to write a reply.

Absss🎉
- okay I'll come over, see u in 10😇

Stuffing my phone in my back pocket, I grabbed my silver backpack off the floor and chucked it on my back.
Tv off, lights off, got my phone, keys, I made a mental check to myself before leaving my flat.

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"Heyyy, sorry about this...he's in his room" Jack welcomed me, as I entered their flat.
I was overwhelmed by the scent of strong aftershave and pizza. Not a good combination, but I was use to it.

I threw my bag onto the sofa and walked up to Conor's room. I passed Josh on the way up.

"Hey" He smiled at me, I smiled and nodded in reply.

I hesitated before knocking on Conor's door, please don't shout...

"F*ck off" He shouted from the other side of the door.

"Conor it's me, can I come in baby?" I asked reluctantly, I heard him sigh heavily.
Heavy footsteps approached me, and the door slowly opened. This revealed a very stressed, tired, and empty Conor Maynard.
He looked down at his feet, trying to hide his appearance.

I slowly wondered into the room, it was hot and stuffy. There were clothes on the floor, and empty bottles and sweet packets scattered across the room.
The door closed and Conor leaned up against it. Looking very defeated.
I spun round, watching Conor as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"What's up gorgeous" I asked softy, walking over to him. He placed his hands on my hips as I did so.
He breathed in heavily.

"My music..it's stressing me out...I don't know if I can do this anymore." He mumbled defeatedly.
I stared up into his gorgeous blue eyes, in shock of what he just said.
Conor was always amazingly confident when it came to his music. He usually never gave up this easily..

"Conor, you know you can do this. It can get hard, but sometimes you've just got to step back and take a break" I explained, trying to reassure him. Instead, I made it worse.

Conor frowned at me and snatched his hands off my waist, walking over to the window angrily.

"I can't just stop! If I stop, I'll get no money Abs!" He shouted at me, making me jump slightly. A lump appeared in my throat, as I held back the tears forming in my eyes.

I wondered over to him, putting my hand on his arm, but he just shrugged me off.
I began to get annoyed at his actions, and hot tears started falling from my eyes. I slumped down on his bed.

"You don't understand that's all" He sighed, turning to face me.
I looked over at him, why was he being so blank with me? Was he just to shutting me out?

"Conor..you can't do this to yourself...look at you!" I sobbed, gesturing to his clothes and unhealthy face.

I breathlessly put my head in my hands, will he ever listen to me?!

"Abs...I've tried so many times, I just can't" He spoke quietly, sitting down beside me in the bed.

I turned my head to look at him, our eyes met. Realising I was crying, he wiped under my eyes and kissed my nose gently. He then placed his hand on my thigh, making me relax more.

"Gorgeous..please take a break, you can stay with me for a bit." I pleaded with him, forcing a smile.

He laid back on the bed, and stared aimlessly at the ceiling.

"Okay...I'm sorry for making you cry baby" He apologised sweetly.

I copied his actions, and laid back. Accepting his apology, also staring at the ceiling.

"How long will you put up with me at your house?" He suddenly asked me, playing with the ends of my hair.

I sniggered at his childish remark.

"I could put up with you forever"