Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Ten

"If I lay here, If I just lay here, Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told, Before we get too old, Show me a garden that's bursting into life"

I hum along to the song that meant so much to me, the memories from back in the day flooding back to me as I drive along the motorway alone. It had been a tough weekend, three days filled with work and filming. It had been fun though, I must say, hanging out with the girls from Gleam always ended up with us having a blast and a few too many, if I end it there. We may be older, Zoe even turned thirty this year but it never stopped us from having fun together.

Zoe and I had clicked from the very beginning but we'd never hung out outside work, not more than a lunch or a quick shopping trip anyway. She'd met Leonelle before though and she use to always send her a little something for her birthday.

Hopefully Conor will be home when I get back, he'd been down to Brighton this weekend and Leonelle was at Caspar's like usual when we both was away on stuff. I'd missed them both real bad this time, you never really get used to it and even though Conor's career means he go away a lot from time to time have I never learned how to fully deal with it. Having Leonelle had helped a lot but this weekend I'd had neither of them beside me.

The sign telling me that I'm around two miles from London wakes me up and remind me of the fact that I'm home soon, back to the daily routines that I'd missed during my stay at what must be one of Essex' nicest hotels. I yawn and go back to listening to the golden oldies that I've been playing during my long drive back.

............

I press the button on my car keys to open the gate, making sure the coast is clear as I drive up onto the driveway. The time is around five in the evening as I turn the engine of, it had been a long drive and it was nice to be home. I lean my head against the wheel, taking a few deep breaths before exiting the car and grabbing my suitcase from the boot.

"I'm home!"

I hang my jacket up neatly on the hanger before untying my shoes, leaving my suitcase in the hallway and walking further into the flat, searching for my beloved boyfriend.

It doesn't take long to find him, his coughing leading my way there.

"Be careful baby, I don't want you to cough up your lungs quite yet, you'll need them later"

I walk over to him in the bed and ruffle up his hair before walking over to the wardrobe to change my more formal clothes into some trackies and a hoodie.

Conor turn over to his stomach and I can see him looking at me through the mirror.

"I've got the worst headache, my stomach hurts and it literally feels like I don't have any lungs left, I think I'm going to die"

I glare at him in the reflection and roll my eyes.

"It's quite funny how guys always exaggerate when they get ill, Jack's the exact same" 

Conor pout with his bottom lip and he do actually look a bit worse for ware if I'm honest.

"Oh come here baby, I'll look after you"

I sit down on the end of the bed and Conor's fast to place his head down in my lap, me slowly dragging my fingers through his messy hair and just as I'm about to blow it off to him being pathetic do another coughing fit hit him.

Running my hand up underneath his hoodie do I feel the sweat on his back, just another sign to put on the list of him being sick.

"Conor you're burning up, why haven't you taken any paracetamol to try and cure the fever?"