Boys cry too; they break down, they get lost, and they experience heartbreaks, believe me.
"You're mine! Whether you like it or not! You're always going to be mine!"
She shouted, anger flamming out of her hazel green eyes.
"Why are you doing this n...
Song of the chapter: Work (explicit)- Rihanna ft. Drake
Anastasia's POV_
"FOR GOD'S SAKE, ANNIE! MOVE IT!"
I ran across the room to reach for my phone, quickly sliding it into my pocket, with my front door wide open, allowing Jack's loud screams to put me in a rush, forcing me to quickly finish my last touches before taking off.
It's been a few days since I last saw Conor.
Interviews, studio sessions, dress-ups, night outs, filming, meetings... he's been a lot busier than he has ever been.
And that makes me both proud and sad.
As a fan, a supporter, and someone with deep admiration for Conor's work, I'm proud of how much he seems to be determined on getting his head back to work, and fix the mess he left behind.
But as a girlfriend, a part of me feels left out, since I can't share that experience with him as much as I want to.
Ever since he found out he's collaborating with Ty Dolla Sign- or whoever he is- for Are You Sure, he's been working his ass off in the studio, trying to get done with his drafts before the holidays.
He even put out a cover a few days ago... man, if only his fans could've seen his face when he received such a positive review.
Everything seems to be adding up for him, and that led him to sink back into work, and drift back in the party kind of life, especially that Anth is back in town, even though I chose to keep my distance when it comes to drinking now that I'm expecting a baby.
"Okay, first of all, stop yelling at me." I snapped at Jack, who was waiting at the front while I get ready. "Second of all, don't call me Annie, only Conor is allowed to do that." I gave him some tips while I fluffed my hair, and laced my shoes.
"You seriously take ages to get ready!" He breathed, rolling his eyes when I finally locked my door, moving ahead of him.
"You know, looking this gorgeous takes time." I flicked my hair, grinning back at him over my bare shoulder, my athletic feet helping me walk ahead, while he caught up slowly.
If I have to be honest, I didn't even bother looking fancy, or putting on anything special.
It's just a pair of black pants, a white tshirt, white shoes, and a denim jacket that I told Conor I needed to borrow, but we all know I'm not giving back.
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Oh yeah... don't forget my sunglasses.
I mean, it's not very sunny or anything, it's actually pretty cold seeing we're in November already, but in my defence, I'm not wearing much makeup, and I thought pink sunglasses would look great on a warm day like today.
Don't let Jack's words fool you, it actually didn't take me much to get ready, I just left it all till the last minute, seeing I'm honestly not even looking forward to get surrounded by all the noises of a concert like Conor's.
