Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 21

Alaska's P.O.V

"Oh god I remember that one!"

Conor starts laughing out loud as Anth begins to play one of their old covers from back in the day.

Honestly had it been all they'd been doing all day until now.

Yet I didn't complain, as long as they had fun I didn't feel the need to tell them off for not doing anything productive for a few hours.

To be fair had they got home late last night, the studio nights instantly returning now that Anth was in town.

They were both tired this morning despite waking up at half past eleven.

"Come look at this Als"

Conor pat his lap for me to come sit, the laptop being open in front of him and Anth.

I sit down, studying the screen whilst smiling. They look so young.

"This is crazy guys, you've been doing it for so long"

Conor nods, his chin on my shoulder as he watch the video in silence.

I can just imagine how he feels looking back at this, the nostalgic feeling always getting me when I go through old photos I took years ago.

"It's hard to believe this is five years ago now, isn't it?"

Anth nods, not moving his look from the screen as he raps along to his own verse.

To be honest am I very proud of Conor right now, like the way he'd been acting the last few days that Anth had been here had been nothing like I'd seen before.

He'd been happy in an other kind of way and most importantly he'd manage to go out to actually have fun and not only to numb the pain.

If that had to do with Anth finally getting here or that he just simply had gone into a good period of his depression I don't know. But either way I'm glad he's able to enjoy it the way I wanted him to when he first told me about Anth's visit.

I on the other hand had finally started to come back from the horrible news I got a few days ago now. Sophia, the little girl I took some photos of last weekend had sadly passed away only a couple of days after our first meeting.

It had hit me hard and even though I'd only met her and her family once did I feel as if we got some sort of connection during that short amount of time we spent together.

I and her parents had experienced the same thing yet my dad was a lot older, he'd lived most of his life. Sophia wasn't even six years old.

This situation had instantly brought me down to a place that I never thought I'd return to after I got back up last time. Yet this illness seems to always get the best of me every single time I get in contact with it.

"How do you guys feel about dinner, I got some groceries yesterday so we could attempt to cook something ourselves maybe"

I stand up from Conor's lap, watching the sad expression on his face as he kept a tight grip around my wrist. Although making sure Anth couldn't see anything.

"I'm dying for a Domino's though"

Conor whines, sinking deeper down in the sofa as to make sure I can't move him from his spot.

"I'm sure you two had at least one each last night, am I right?"

Anth chuckles quietly, trying not to give their secret away as Conor instantly declines my assumptions.

"Anyway, you don't have to help but there will be no pizza for you tonight"

I leave them sat disappointed in the living room, walking over to the kitchen to prepare for tonight's meal.