Through thick and thin; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Thirty-three

Conor's P.O.V

"Hey there, Conor right?"

I open my eyes and look over to my left, nodding.

It was late and I'd stepped out of the party to get some fresh air for a few minutes. Not that I'd drunk anything, no I'd been strict in that case yet the scene inside that crowded club had made me feel a bit weird and I'd needed some time for myself, time to just think. 

"Yeah, Why?"

I was always suspicious when it came to random girls, knowing there could be people around to snap pictures at any moment, and the time being over two in the morning wouldn't be an exception.

"Just saw you leaving and came out to check that you were alright"

Nodding do I lean back against the cold brick wall behind me, my head pounding from the loud music that I wasn't used to anymore.

"I'm fine thank you, just a bit jetlagged"

She smile, nodding, her curly blonde hair flickering in the light wind.

"You from England then?"

It always surprise me when people noticed my accent, not that I didn't sound British because I clearly did yet I think it have faded a lot over the years, living with a South African girlfriend and constantly flying over to the US not making it as obvious anymore.

"Yeah I'm over for work"

She nod, sipping on the drink she'd brought with her out from the club.

All I wanted was to be alone yet she didn't seem to get my hints or she just ignored them in hope that I'd give in and stay with her.

Taking up my phone do I send a quick message to my manager, telling him that I'm leaving due to not feeling too good. It was half true, I mean I'd a headache and the jetlag was slowly but surely killing me.

"Sorry but I'll have to go, early start tomorrow"

I stand back up, steadying myself before I start to walk over to where I'd parked my car earlier on.

Although it doesn't take many steps before I feel a tight grip around my wrist as someone pull me back.

Yanking my arm away do I turn around only to make eye contact with someone way too familiar.

"Victoria?"

My heart start beating fast in my chest as I see the girl I spent most of my time with a few years ago now.

That smile that I now could tell was so fake and the hair that I'd run my fingers through all those late nights back in the day.

"Conor? I'm.... I don't know what to say really"

She look down at her feet, her dark hair covering up the major part of her face.

I sigh, it didn't feel right to do this so in public, I knew it could be taken so wrong and it did only take a few seconds before such a thing would blow up everywhere.

"So that's how it is now, why can't you just let go of the past Victoria, this is in no way helping me at the moment"

She look back up at me, her cheeks now wet from the tears that streamed down her face.

"Just listen to me for a second and you'll realise that I suffered just as much as you did"

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest as I wait fo her to explain the situation.

My way away from our breakup has been nothing but hard for the both of us although I'd go through it all again just to be with Jess.

"We've talked this through already Vic, there's nothing we can do now to change it anyway. Let's just leave it behind us instead"

Looking around the street do I see a group of girls further down the curb, they were giggling, pointing at the two of us and it instantly made me anxious.

Being seen out with your ex was certainly not the most effective way to get along with anyone. 

"Just let me explain Conor, all I want is to start again"

I take a deep breath, looking at her in chock to what she just said. How could it be so hard to understand that I wasn't in any means interested in her.

"I've got a girlfriend that I love and a daughter that I'd do anything for, do you honestly think I'd leave that, the life I was always longing for before I met Jess. A life where you can trust each other with everything and not having to worry about the other one leaving you one day"

I knew she wasn't going to take it well, she had always been like that, as soon as something didn't go as she wanted it to her world seemed to tremble down beneath her.

"I know our breakup was hard for you Conor but I've thought it through and I've realised that I made a huge mistake by leaving you the way I did"

She push her hair away from her face, staring up at me.

"A fucking golddigger is what you are, sneakily coming back as soon as my career starts to blossom into something big, just fucking understand that I don't want anything to do with you!"

That's it, I knew we would only draw attention to us if the argument continued so instead I just leave, angrily driving back to my apartment and parking the car on the driveway right outside.

My head is pounding as I walk in through the front door, my body weak from what just went down and I'm almost incapable of standing up as I lean against the kitchen counter, swallowing two paracetamol tablets to cure the headache.

Although it doesn't take long until a sick feeling starts to grow in my stomach and I just about manage to get to the toilet in time before I throw up.

I sink down to the cold bathroom floor, sweat streaming down my face as I lean my head back against the wall. Why? Why is my life so fucking hard to live?

And if that wasn't enough a few minutes later the pictures start dropping in, the pictures I'd been dreading to receive. Pictures that soon would be seen by press and the worst, by Jess.

What do you say to your girlfriend when something like this happens. Like "By the way I met my ex today and she so happens to want me back".

Yet the photos were taken so out of context, anyone could easily make up their own version of the situation and start spreading those dreaded rumours that seem to never abandon me.

Stumbling over to the bed do I lie down, watching my phone as I waited on the phone call to come through.

She probably think I'm asleep, although that had never stopped her to call before, at least not if something bad had happened.

Why am I scared over such a silly thing, I never did anything wrong and Jess trust me, doesn't she?

Yet my phone never buzz, no instead it's all quiet in the dark hotel room and I'm left with my anxious thoughts alone.