Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 10

Conor's P.O.V

"Fucking hell Conor, you could at least have cleaned up after, do you think I'm your fucking cleaner or something?!"

Jack's loud voice echoes through the flat as I groggerly walk out from my bedroom.

I still suffered from a light hangover from last night's tomfoolery and had therefore no memory of what had gone down whatsoever. Meaning I was still unaware of the potential state of the house and from the way Jack was currently sounding I assume it's bad.

"Don't overreact so fucking much, it's my flat afterall, you moron"

Sighing do I rub my puffy face just to get met by an annoyed eye roll from my so called brother.

Although the flat was in a bad state with bottles of alcohol scattered everywhere together with left over clothes and pizza from the guests that had been around.

"Conor it's just as much mine as it's yours, don't try and make it seem okay that you've completely managed to trash the place"

He pick up a bottle of vodka from the floor and place it up on the kitchen counter for now, sighing as he sees the dirty dishes in the sink that I clearly hadn't been able to clean up last night.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, the pain in my chest making the whole process a lot more difficult.

It was as if since Alaska had stopped bothering to care for my health it all had started to go down hill again.

I'd gone back to drinking every night just to go straight to the studio afterwards to hide from the normality in life, because I wasn't normal, I was as far from an ordinary person that you could come.

"Just..... Just leave Jack, I'll sort this somehow"

I point towards his bedroom, waiting for him to make his way out of the kitchen so that I'd be left alone. I needed space, space to breathe because at the moment it felt as if the air around me was closing in on me, as if the room wasn't big enough to fit both me and Jack in it.

Not that I didn't know that it only was my mind playing with me, no that had been cleared by now yet it still hurt like hell every single second of the day.

"Good, try sorting your fucking life out a bit as well, you'd need that"

He turn around, speed walking towards his room with an angry cloud evident around him.

It hurt knowing me and Jack had drifted away from each other since Victoria left, we'd always been close yet now it was rare that we actually hung out just the two of us.

Instead we often went our separate ways and the only time that we actually see each other is when we both come back from our nights out, wasted to the maximum level.

I begin to pick up a few bottles, leaving them in the kitchen for now although it doesn't take long for me to give up, deciding to leave the mess for another time.

Now all I wanted was time alone and the only place I knew offered full on privacy was my studio.

The sound of the rain against the window of my car is calming and I sit in silence for a while, waiting for the time where the normal people should be leaving the building to go home to their friends and family for the weekend.

I wasn't in the mood of meeting anyone tonight, the thought of having some kind of conversation instantly making me regret leaving the house tonight.

Closing my eyes do I sigh, tapping my fingers against the wheel as I wait. I wanted to be able to come back to what I'd been, the happy young boy that kept thinking life was nothing but perfect.