Make Me Forget✔

F O U R T Y T W O

Song of the chapter: Panda- Conor Maynard (Cover)

Warning: this chapter includes some mature usage of words that some of you might find uncomfortable.

Anastasia's POV_

I walked behind, letting everyone go ahead of me into the room, trying to steal a sneak peek of Conor over Jack's shoulder, Caspar's tall body blocking my view as he gave Conor a quick hug, while they all hyped him up as he fixed his ear piece with a big smile, my heart fluttering to the view of him this happy to be surrounded by his friends.

I can imagine how happy he'd be to see all of them here, considering Jack told me they barely attend any of his concerts, which is stupid, because if I could, I would want to listen to him singing in every chance I get.

I waited for all the greetings to be done, before I finally moved to walk up to him, and I swear, the way his smile turned into a wide grin the second his eyes laid on me made me walk faster to wrap my arms around him.

My hands sneaked behind his long black coat to rest my head on his chest, and burry myself in his refreshing scent, one of his arms holding my body to his, with his other arm holding the side of my head to press me against his chest, my eyes catching a glimpse of his head over mine, with me going on my tip-toes to plant a kiss under his chin, interrupting his talk with the brunette boy that asked us to come in a few minutes ago.

That white hoodie he was wearing pulled out the angelic features his face holds, or maybe it's just the fact that his eyes got a bit brighter, and his hair got a bit fleekier, and he just got a bit hotter... either way, I was really enjoying my view.

"Anastasia! We finally get to meet!" The boy Conor was discussing a song with finally noticed me after I gave Conor a small kiss.

He turned his eyes to look into mine, and even though I wanted to step out, and give him a proper greeting, seeing he probably works with Conor, I was only pulled tighter against Conor's body, not allowing me to even move out as he made sure his arms hold my waist firmly against his.

"Hi!" I exclaimed, sliding one of my hands from around Conor to place it into the guy's hand, shaking it with absolutely no intake of breath.

Conor's hug was surprisingly so bone-crushing, yet so meltingly warming, I was enjoying every second of it.

"I'm George-" The tattooed man informed me, ignoring his friend's protective grip that only got tighter around me, my head nuzzling in his chest quickly after letting go of George's hand.

"G23." Conor corrected his friend, his fingers passing through my hair, and over my neck, slightly moving as he continued to hug my soul out.

I'm just glad he missed me throughout the past week... or at least that's what I think is the reason he's hugging me this tight, and for this long.

"Mate, she literally can't breathe." George, or G23, or whoever he is, complained about the long hug Conor has been giving me for the past few minutes, making me laugh, rubbing my palm against Conor's back, noticing Conor's chest moving away from my head, flinching away to look down at me, his arms loosening around me a bit as he eyed me as if I'm some sort of experiment.

"I just missed her so much." He complained, whining hurtfully, as if missing me physically hurts him... well, at least I know it physically hurts me.

Conor's hand moved to my cheek, his index setting on my left cheek, with his thumb setting on my right cheek, pressing my two cheeks closer against my face, causing my lips to uncontrollably pop out as he squished my features together, his lips joining mine right after, giving me a slow, heart-warming kiss, his gentle humming against my lips made my spine light up with unexpected shivers, showing how relieved he felt after his lips met mine, taking a bit longer through the kiss than I expected him to, but we all know that as much as I'd like to keep this going, and maybe take it a bit further, we need to consider the presence of most of his friends.