Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 16

Conor's P.O.V

"Jack please, I don't have time right now!"

Pulling on my right shoe do I stumble over to the sofa, grabbing my rucksack after I've closed it.

I had an important meeting that I couldn't be late to, not even one minute or that could honestly completely ruin my career and even though that's pretty much what's happened already would it be nice to not have it written down on paper quite yet.

Jack follows me over to the kitchen, my stressed breaths being the only thing I could think about as I hastily grab an apple from the side

"It can't be that important Conor, you're always late anyways so why would it matter today"

I shrug his arm off of me just to realise that I'd left my laptop in my bedroom.

Facepalming do I let my bag drop to the hallway floor, rushing back inside to fetch the computer.

"Oh just shut the fuck up, you're definitely not making this easier for me!"

He shakes his head before grabbing his phone from the side and finally leaving me alone.

I knew he wanted me to film a video with him today, he'd been talking about this idea for a while now but I just couldn't in the world sit down in front of a camera in the state that I was in at the moment.

So instead I kept myself as busy as possible, recording until early in the morning and even though I spent much of my days at home asleep had I actually managed to avoid it.

My whole body is trembling as I park the car outside my label, the burning feeling of anxiety eating me up from inside.

I need to be there in less than five minutes yet I've frozen in my seat, my hands tight around the wheel as I quite literally can feel my heart burst through my chest.

Watching the people that once were people I called friends walking in through the large glassdoors do I sigh, they all had successful careers, they topped the charts and did tours all over the world.

Me on the other hand have released one album and I haven't even done a single headlining tour outside the UK.

I am a heartbroken young man that totally overestimated my capacity to survive in a business like this, a business that could be the end of you.

When the time strikes one minute to twelve do I stumble out from my car, the sunlight hurting my eyes as I speed walk over the curb quickly, avoiding any sort of human contact.

I knew the way in this building like the back of my hand, many studio sessions and a whole three years of being signed had led to me not only having to spend a fucking lot of time at this place but also the fact that I pretty much spent every awaken second of my day in the studio.

My heart stops as I spot the half open door in front of me, Aaron and Richard were already here waiting.

For a second is all I want to do to go back home, to hide underneath my duvet and cry until I can't feel anything anymore.

Then I bite my bottom lip, letting out a deep breath that I didn't know I was holding in and take the last dreaded steps in through the door just to make eye contact with the men that I know feared so fucking much.

I close the door behind me and sink down in one of the empty chairs, rubbing my face when they don't say anything at first.

"Let's start"

Richard's voice brings me back to reality and I quickly straighten my back to try and look a bit more alive.

"I guess you understand what this is about Conor"