Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Thirty-two

Conor's P.O.V

"Bye baby, I love you"

My heart feel heavy as I pull away from the hug, my hands shifting to the handle of the suitcase instead of Jess's waist.

It was always the same feeling everytime I had to leave, the feeling of loneliness.

"Don't do anything stupid now Conor, call me when you get there, yeah?"

I sigh, my head clouded with thoughts as I plaster on a forced smile.

She was worried about me, You could tell by the way she didn't walk away directly after we'd said bye. Instead she'd turned around, making me promise to be careful once again even though I'd already told her that I was going to be fine a million times already.

Although she was right, she always was. We both knew this would get hard for me, that the loneliness often made me do stupid things that I'd regret as soon as I got back home.

I force my legs to walk away, to leave the departure hall and move over to the long security line that always used to steal the last of my energy if I even had any left.

Travelling was never exciting anymore, now it was torture. My anxiety always hit me everytime I got on a plane nowadays and that happened way too often.

Maybe it was because I'd found my safety with Jess in Brighton, or maybe it was because I felt guilty if I just left the two that I loved so much behind for something that to Jess didn't seem that important.

Yet if I wanted to improve I'd have to go to LA, or it had at least become like that over the past six months or so.

The label moving a large part over to America could be both good and bad, to get to work with large artists from all over the world gave much yet always having to travel back and forth did tear you down.

I disappear into the loud music playing in my cordless headphones, nodding my head to the beat of some golden oldies.

The flight attendant smile as I border the plane, showing me to my seat and telling me something I don't hear because of the music.

It was the same everytime anyway, 'welcome onboard', 'just tell me if you need anything' and then it often finished with them handing you a menu of all the possible in-flight meals that they offered and that was exactly how it went this time as well.

Jess's P.O.V

I sigh as I lean my head against the wheel, praying he would be fine, that I would be fine.

It was always hard seeing Conor leave for weeks still it didn't get easier like people said it would, no instead all I could think about was if he would make it with his depression.

Shaking my head do I step out of the car, walking up the path to Helen and Gary's place. They'd looked after Nelle whilst I dropped Conor off and now it was time to pick her up. I shouldn't worry this much, I simply was pathetic.

"Hello darling"

Helen's jolly voice fill the hallway as she comes to meet me in the door.

I instantly calm down as soon as I get inside, Conor's parents house always having that effect on me.

"Mummy!"

It doesn't take long until Leonelle's found out I've arrived and her small arms wrap aroun my neck as I pick her up, stealing a quick kiss before she wants to be let down once again.

"Come on cheer up love, it's only a couple of weeks, he'll be back before you know it"

Gary pat my shoulder, the sadness probably evident in my eyes even though I tried my best to hide it.