Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Sixteen

Jess's P.O.V

"Jess come over here"

I'd woken up early to make the ones that stayed the night's at ours breakfast and now Conor was calling on me from the dining table were he was sat together with Joe, Josh and Jack.

"Oh what do you want?"

I walk up to him and sit down in his lap, feeling his arms wrapping around me out of habit.

"We've got a little something for you"

Conor signal for Jack to stand up and get something and I lean closer into him, my back against his chest.

Jack come back with a pink envelope with my name written on it and he hands me it after he's sat back down.

"Go on, open it"

Conor nod towards it and I begin to carefully tear the thick paper.

I'm shocked at first, why was there flight tickets. Conor begin to stroke my arm comforting as if I was sad about it all.

"I thought you'd like to get away from here for a while but we don't have to go if you're not feeling it"

He sounded depressed, as he'd been planning this for long and I instantly feel bad for not showing my honest reaction.

"I do like it baby, I just, I don't deserve to be treated like this, you're too kind to me"

I place the tickets down on the table in front of me before turning around to face him smiling.

He bend his neck and kiss my lips softly, the taste of him lingering in my mouth as he pull away.

"Just so you know the boys are coming too, they got a bit jealous and it was Josh's idea about going to South Africa"

I look over at the three boys sitting around the table, all of them smiling widely towards me and Conor.

"Oh god I'm excited and for four whole weeks, that's amazing Conor"

He hug me tight and kiss my temple, I can just about hear Jack doing gagging sounds and smile teasingly towards him, rolling my eyes.

"Go on then, you've got to pack, we're leaving early tomorrow morning, the flight takes off at Heathrow just over six in the morning"

I sigh before standing up and leaving the group of boys around the table, hearing their heated discussions from across the room do I bring my suitcase out from the wardrobe.

..........

The monotone sound of my annoying alarm wake me up at three thirty o'clock the next morning and surprisingly is Conor already awake, sitting up in the bed right next to me.

"Morning"

Conor kiss my forehead softly before cuddling up with me under the duvet, our legs tangled together.

I yawn and pull my hair out from the high bun that I'd been sleeping with, letting my curls fall loosely down and around my face.

"You alright?"

He let his hands run up underneath the T-shirt that I'm sleeping in and his soft touch send shivers down my spine.

"Yes I'm fine"

I wrap my legs around his waist and lean my head against his bare chest, breathing in his comforting smell.

"You're so soft"

He giggle quietly as I let my hand go loose on his warm, slightly clammy skin.

"Should I take that as a compliment?"