Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Twelve

Conor's P.O.V

It was late, way too late for my honest liking but I hadn't been able to resist. The urge to sit in front of the mixing table, hearing the loud beat through the headphones had been too strong.

I watch the red numbers on my digital clock, ten past three, quietly cursing for myself as I realise I'll be paying big time for this tomorrow. I wasn't used to this lifestyle anymore, a couple of years back this was how I usually worked, the early hours of the morning being the time I could be the most creative.

The screen from my computer is the only source of light in the now quite dark office, my eyes trying hard to focus on the digits, numbers and letters that made up the song I am working on.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a bit, leaning back in my chair, just a few more minutes and I would be done. 

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Jess's P.O.V

Tiredly do I reach my hand out across the bed, looking for his warm body so I could snuggle up with him for a few minutes before it was time to wake up and start the day.

To my despite the space next to me is empty, the sheets cold. Slowly do I rub my tired eyes, not really being able to understand what's happening.

I yawn and check the time on my phone, eight thirty, still confused do I wonder what Conor did up before nine on a Saturday morning. Now that he didn't had work for a few weeks wasn't it unusual for him to sleep in in the morning.

The rain is smattering against wooden floor on our balcony, it made me depressed, the summer days filled with sun and a slightly higher temperature was now officially over for this year. I still hadn't quite gotten used to the wet and cold UK since I moved here about five years ago now, coming from a country like South Africa where the sun is almost always shining had been hard for me.

The door to our bedroom creek a little as I push it open, the whole house is dead quiet apart from my bare feet against the cold floor. Where could he possibly be? Strangely I wasn't worried about him, sitting down on the sofa, wrapping myself up underneath a blanket do patiencelly wait for him to show up.

Conor's P.O.V

I wake up, my heart racing fast in my chest as I look across the room. Thankfully I was still in my office at home. The time streaking just past nine makes me wonder how long I've been asleep for, slowly caressing the side of my face, feeling some bumps formed from me sleeping against the stitching on my chair. I'm proper tired and slightly dizzy from sleeping whilst sitting down. Yawning do I grab my phone from the desktop before standing up and walking out from the room I've spent the whole night in.

Seeing Jess wrapped up asleep on the sofa make me smile, I ran out of things to say long time ago, there simply wasn't a word good enough to describe the person I shared my life with.

I sink down in the place next to her, wrapping my arms around her, leaning my chin against her head. She shift under my touch and look up at me with tired eyes.

"Morning gorgeous"

I kiss her nose softly before hugging her again.

"Where were you earlier?"

Jess's faint voice do almost disappeared into my shoulder and I'm just able to understand what she's saying.

"Just working, I needed to went for a bit"

I sit back in the sofa leaving one arm around her shoulders as I do so. Jess understood my struggle, she knew I was going through a hard time, me not having to go to work made me restless and the times I got to spend in front of the computer producing was the only thing that could calm me down when I got stressed.