Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 6

Conor's P.O.V

I close the door behind me, hanging up my jacket on the banister in the hallway before walking into the living room, placing the bags with Nando's down on the coffee table.

"Conor we need to talk"

Victoria comes out from our bedroom, a concerned expression on her face as she goes to sit down on the sofa opposite mine.

I'd come home late as usual and wasn't really in the mood for talking about us as a couple at this very minute, yet I nod, bringing my chicken wrap up to my mouth to take a bite.

"What's going on baby?"

She was never like this, the awkward silence between us that had occurred as soon as I got home being something I hadn't experienced in years.

Yet I knew her well enough to recognise that something was seriously wrong.

"What isn't going on, Conor I can't do this anymore?!"

She throw me her phone, the photo that I'd posted of us a few days ago being the first that I see as I pick it up from my lap.

It was a nice picture, maybe I could've looked a bit better, I could've been fitter yet I wasn't worried because I had everything I'd ever need. A great career and the best girlfriend you could ever ask for.

"I don't get it baby?"

She just roll her eyes and I go to sit down next to her.

"We aren't working out Conor, I'm done with taking shit all the time, I don't want to be your side figure anymore!"

Surprised do I move my arm from around her shoulders, resting it down in my lap instead. Did I actually hear that right.

"What do you mean not working out, baby you're scaring me?"

She take a deep breath and it feels as if she's inhaled every single partical of oxygyne that's in the room, my lungs feeling tight as I try to breathe.

"I love you very much Conor but I don't want to be hated anymore, you're fans don't want to see me with you ever again and it feels as if I'm hindering you from doing what you really want. Maybe we should just put this relationship off for a while, find ourselves and move on"

We both go quiet, staring at our feet as I feel the tears burning in my eyes.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

She sniffles before slowly nodding her head, only to make her burst out in tears.

Victoria never cried, she was always the strong one of the two of us yet now the tears were streaming down her face.

"I think that's what's best, don't you think that innerly as well, that maybe this isn't the best way to live?"

My throat go tight and I struggle to breathe, my lungs screaming for air as I hit my chest.

I was panicking, my heart racing as I watch my now ex-girlfriend that was sat beside me.

I'd been dumped, fucking dumped and it hurt like hell.

"Conor, Shhh it's fine"

I wake up to a soft voice and a pair of green eyes. Maybe it was just a dream, maybe everything was back to normal.

Yet soon I realise that it's in fact Alaska that's holding my numb hand, her face now being blurry from the tears that only kept falling from my eyes.