Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 11

Alaska's P.O.V

"Oh la la girls, we look hot tonight"

Callie inspect the photo we'd just taken before heading out for the second time this week.

"The guys will be all over us tonight"

Georgia who'd already had a few drinks turn around in front of me and Callie, walking down the corridor backwards as it wasn't broad enough to fit us all three in a row.

I kept quiet as the two of my friends started going off on who their dream guy to meet tonight would be, the day being Friday and making it possible for them to go home with someone.

Yet even though I pretended to have the same goal as them was all of that a total lie, I'd never want to get laid by a stranger after the sex I had with Conor a couple of days ago.

A light breeze hit my bare legs as we walk out through the door, spotting the awaiting uber a few blocks down the road.

"Why so quiet Al, you never act this weird when we're going out"

I look up from my phone, smiling towards my confused friends that was sitting on either side of me in the backseat.

The conversation that I'd had with Conor a few hours ago was still open on my phone and I'm quick to turn it over when I see Callie's eyes travelling down to my lap.

She wasn't happy over the fact that I'd gone back to him and I understand where she's coming from, I really do but how could I avoid someone that makes me feel so good.

"I'm not quiet, just you who don't interfere me into your conversation"

Callie rolls her eyes annoyed, her arm rested on the side of the window as she looks out into the dark night that was passing by us quickly.

To be fair she looked stunning tonight, with her long fake eyelashes and a dark smokey eye, if I'd still been who I used to be I'd be jealous still now I only went out because my friends wanted me to, not because I wanted to impress guys.

"Guys, not now please"

Georgia poke my side when she notice the tension between me and Callie and I sigh, giving her a weak smile as the driver stop the car to drop us off.

"Come on Cal, this is going to be fun, let Al hang out with him if she wants to, it's not your life for goodness sake"

I focus on my feet as we walk towards the club, loud voices already blending in with the sounds from the busy London night.

"Oh, let's cross the street guys, I don't want to get stuck in that mess"

Looking up do I spot a group of rowdy guys, their loud and heated discussions echoing between the buildings.

Yet as soon as I'm about to step out in the street to follow Georgia and Callie to the other side do I hear a familiar voice and it makes me instantly freeze in my spot, looking over towards the group we'd tried to avoid just a few seconds ago.

Quite abruptly do I find myself pushing forward through the mass of people that was stood watching what was going down in the middle of the pavement this late, Friday night.

Conor's stood face to face with an to me unknown guy, his nostrils flared as he breathe heavily, blood dripping down his face as if he'd been hit just minutes ago.

I see him lift up his hand, clenching his fist as he prepares to hit back, my heart beating fast as I manage to push though so that I'm finally right behind him.

Grabbing his risen arm do I pull him away from the stranger, my fingers locked around his wrist as he try to tug away.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"