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Chapter 15

Leela's POV
I'm all packed, up and showered, dressed, eaten and my make up is perfect. The time is 7.20am!
Conor was meant to be her 20 minutes ago, of course his late! His never on time. My phone goes off.

'Outside c x'

The girls are asleep I have left them a note. I'll call them later.
I take my case and make my way outside. A man greats me and places my things in the boot and I get in the car. Conor is in the back. He smiles as I get in and I smile back.

'Hey morning babe' I say
'Hey morning' Conor says as he put his head phones in.

Oh well that's awkward, whys he being so cold? Have I done something wrong? We was fine yesterday, has he changed his mind?

He doesn't speak to me the whole journey to the airport. We check in our backs and we have a couple of hours to kill. His management say bye and say they will see him at the other end tomorrow.

'Are you ok?' I ask
'Yep'
'Oh ok, er shall we grab a drink?'
'Fine'

We get our drinks and sit down in Starbucks.

'Conor, have I done something wrong? Have you changed your mind about me being here, it's not to late I can go back'

He says nothing. I go to get up and he grabs my hand.

'Don't go'
'Conor, I can't stay when your being like this. This was obviously a mistake'
'No, I'm sorry'

I don't know what to say.

' I'm going to the toilet. Figure out what you want Conor'

I feel as though I could cry. This is silly. I like him so much. What have I done to upset him so much?

'Leela, I'm so sorry, it's just I heard something last night that upset me abit'
'Heard what?'
'I heard that before you met me you hooked up with someone, just a one night stand but it's someone I know'
'Who?'
'Is it true then? You just sleep with anyone?'
'Thanks'
'Well? Don't I have the right to know if my girlfriend is a slut'

A tear rolls down my face, how could he say that. We all have a past, I have been with 4 people in my whole life surely that doesn't make me a slut? Does it?

'Leela I didn't mean that, in sorry' he says as he goes to wipe the tear away. I turn my face so he can't touch me.

'Conor, I'm not a slut. How dare you. You don't even know me, not really! Yes I have had one, one night stand. That doesn't make me a slut. I haven't been with many people at all. How dare you question my past. That's the past for a reason!'

'Leela I'm sorry, it's just I think you should know that G will be on tour with us. His my DJ'
'Who's G?'
'George'
'It was one drunken night'
'You don't have to explain to me babe. I just hated hearing you had slept with not only one mate but two'
'This was a mistake'
'What? Coming on tour or us?'
'Both'

I get up and walk away tears streaming down my face.

'Leela wait'

I carry on walking.

'Leela please'
'What do you want Conor'
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, I hate seeing you cry'
'Conor, I didn't know you when I was with both of them, it unfair for you to judge my past, how would you like it if I brought up your past in the middle of a airport?'
'I was annoyed'
'Well that makes two of us'
'Leela I'm happy to discuss my past with you'
'I don't need to know your past, i can't help what happened before I met you. I think I should just go home'
'No don't, this will be a great opportunity for you, please stay'
'I don't know, I don't think it's a great idea'
'Please I'm really sorry, I want mention it again' he say as he holds my hand. I pull away quickly.
'Fine'
Conor goes to kiss me, I just walk off, I'll go on tour with him but that doesn't mean I want to be with him. He called me a slut and he judged me.

'Babe, I said I was sorry'
'That doesn't mean we will go back to how we was Conor, you really hurt me.

Conor's POV
Well I really fucked up there didn't I. I mean I can't even argue with that. I was well out of line, I'm glad she is still coming. It will give me time to make it up to her. We have to sort a second cover out today and practice it.
How will I tell her that tonight we have to share a room because all the rooms are booked out.

They call our flight so we make our way to the gate. Leela doesn't speak to me, who can blame her? We see George tomorrow. I hope it won't be awkward between us all.