Band Imagines

Conor Mason (4)

(Y/N Pov)
I'm sitting on the floor in my room crying, I've been depressed lately and the voices won't stop tormenting me, I hear a knock on the door but don't get up to answer it, I doubt it's important. After a few minutes the knocking stops but I hear the door open, it's probably just Conor, he walks into my room and says "Y/N, what's wrong?" I look at him and say "it's nohing" he sits next to me and says "it's obviously something" I srugg and say "I'm just depressed but I don't know why or what caused it" he pulls me into a hug and says "it's okay" we stay like that for a couple minutes until I move away smiling, he says "what?" I say "I love you, you know that right" he smiles and says "I love you too" we smile at each other, I ask "what's the time?" he says "it's six" I say "oh, how long have I been sitting here" he sruggs, I smile and say "you always come over at the right time" he smiles and says "I must sense when you're depressed" I say "maybe, but now I'm not depressed" he smiles and we talk for the rest of the night.