Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 29

Alaska's P.O.V

"Fucksake!"

Conor's sudden scream makes me instantly shift my eyes over at the TV where his game character now was lying dead on the ground.

"Language baby"

Honestly I regret buying him that game now. Mainly because he'd been glued to it for the past like two days, or since he'd gotten ill.

I'd thought it'd get him to feel a little better about his fever and pretty much nonexistent voice but instead I'd completely lost my boyfriend to an unrealistic computer-generated world, having to deal with his screams and swearing on a daily basis.

"Sorry"

I sigh, sipping on my coffee, going back to editing the photos that I have to get done for tomorrow. I'd even cancelled my shoots for today just because I hadn't been responsible to get them done in time last weekend.

"Come cuddle, I'm freezing"

His voice is croaky and I smile sympathetically before leaving my laptop open, walking over to my cute boyfriend.

Why are boys always so pathetic when they're ill, Conor literally acts like a little child everytime he doesn't feel well.

Luckily my sofa is big enough for us both to lie down next to each other and soon enough am I stuck in his strong arms, the smell of him tickling my nose.

I stroke his sweaty forehead, his hair now being extremely curly and together with his rosy cheeks is he just the cutest thing I've ever seen.

"This is why I told you not to work last night baby. You just made it worse for yourself"

He'd insisted that he had to go to the studio at half ten last night and as much as I'd tried to tell him that it wasn't a good idea working with a fever and a sore throat had he gone anyway.

The result had been an even worse cold that now would take longer to recover from and as it apparently is my job to take care of him does it mean less time for the work that I actually needed to get done.

"You should be the one feeling bad for me right now, I want to be loved not shamed"

Chuckling do I sit back up, grabbing the blanket that I always had thrown over the sofa and as I cover him in the thick throw does he finally close his eyes.

"Try to get some sleep babe, you've got a big day tomorrow"

He had an important business meeting about his album and as it's been a lot of problems around it wasn't it enough with his PA doing it for him.

"Don't remind me of that shit"

I don't think there's anything that Conor worries about more than this second album. It's been the main cause to his anxiety ever since I met him and still, he hasn't been able to figure things out, both with himself and his life but also his management and his fans.

And I must say I hate seeing him this stressed about such an unimportant thing. Yes, I understand that the fans want new music but can't they just be content with the fact that Conor's a human too, that he's struggling with stuff just like anyone else out there.

I hate seeing him hurt by the people who got him to where he always wanted to be and maybe they are too young to understand the complicity behind the screens, because no-one ever talks about the struggles that come with living your life online, with working in an industry that has one of the highest depression rates in the world.

It had broken singers in the past and I'm just scared Conor could be the next in the line to quitting the dream he'd wished for during pretty much his whole life.