Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 5

Alaska's P.O.V

"And another pose, try tilting your head a little bit more to the left"

I studied my model, my camera hanging in its strap around my neck as I tried to find the perfect angle.

"That's perfect, stay there"

Happy with the photo do I smile, inspecting it on the small screen on the camera.

I'd teamed up with Diesel this week and the company had hired a few models for the shoots, modelling the new clothes that were coming out in a few months.

"Okay that's a wrap and I'll like to do the boys tomorrow if that's alright with you Alaska?"

The manager of the project turn to me after he's shut his laptop that he'd been glued to for pretty much the whole day.

"Yeah no problem, whatever fit you best"

I packed up my lights and tripod, the models slowly but surely leaving the studio one by one, soon I was all alone.

It was just how I liked it, the only sound coming from my own breathing.

I take a last look around the deserted room, everything seemed to be in order, or at least as good that I'd be able to work here tomorrow without tripping over something.

Sighing do I lock the door, throwing my bag with my laptop over my shoulder.

It was almost dark outside, the time being just over nine pm as I get into my car to start driving home, although my heart took me somewhere else and I soon end up outside Conor's flat, the flat that I'd left around a week ago and I hadn't planned to come back.

Was it weird to show up uninvited, I tried to come up with an excuse to why I'd stop by.

Maybe apologising could work, I mean I'd practically ran out last time, not even giving him some time to explain.

Although I could just be honest, why did the guys always have to call, or in this case knock on the door.

Slowly do I walk up to the front door, cautious about the fact that he could have an alarm set to go off if someone got too close.

My legs feel heavier for every step that I take and I start to maybe regret this decision afterall.

Lifting my hand up do I knock firm three times, my knuckles hurting as they hit the hard wooden door.

"Coming!"

My ears peak as I hear the voice I've been longing for the past week or so, that huskiness that only came from the pain that he was experiencing.

The door opens fast and I make eye contact with a rather tipsy looking Conor, his cheeks flushed, with his hair all over the place.

"Ehh, I'm...... I mean...... I don't even know"

All I want to do is facepalm and run out of that small hallway as fast as I could yet my feet were glued to the floor.

I wasn't someone to get nervous when it came to talking to boys yet I only did it when I was drunk and now I was completely sober.

"Sorry, is it something that I've missed, like did I call you earlier?"

Ashamed do I just stand there, my eyes locked with his bloodshot ones. I'd really not thought this through, had I.

"No, no you didn't, I just came to like, apologise, for what happened last time, I should probably go now"

He look at me slightly confused before he chuckle.