Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Prologue

*22/5 2015*  

It was officially over, the three years they'd spent together was now something in the past.

Not that it was unexpected, because what wasn't expected to happen when you're in the spotlight twenty-four seven, girls never get it, even though he kept telling them how hard it was before he committed.

The words he'd said so many times, still they never seemed to listen and he never seemed to learn from his previous mistakes, leaving him just as broken every single time it happened.

It was hate comments there and hate comments here until they finally broke them apart. No-one likes to be hated by millions of fans even though the people behind the screens probably aren't older than fourteen, trying to be cool, each and every one of them ultimately made it happen.

To never be good enough for anyone to stay was the hardest part, that was what broke him the most and how he never realised that before it got too much, that was the second part of it.

Now the bed had become his second home, there was in between these sheets that he spent the most of his time.

Not that he slept much, no he was sleep deprived, to say the least, still, he lay there day in and day out, forever in love with a distant memory.