Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 33

Alaska's P.O.V

"Last night was fun"

I chuckle at Conor's ironic way of describing the party we'd been to yesterday.

"You don't remember anything, do you?"

He shakes his head, sinking down next to me in the sofa, the smell of sick still clear on his clothes.

"I feel horrendous though"

"I guess you fell into the pool about ten times, you managed to throw up in the uber and then me and Jack had to practically drag you into the house. But other than that my night was great"

I don't think I've ever been disappointed in Conor before still that had been the case last night.

He'd promised not to get hammered, that he would take it easy with the drinks and have a good night. Still it ended with him literally not being able to take care of himself, something that actually hasn't happened before.

"Sorry baby"

He massages his temples, his current hangover probably making this conversation a lot harder for him.

"No, you know what Conor! A promise is a promise. It's not like I'm just going to forget about last night in a matter of seconds"

I sigh, of course this would end in an argument. I'm not even surprised this time.

"It's not my fault people kept giving me drinks"

Rising my eyebrows do I look at him unimpressed.

"You're twenty-three Conor"

He shrugs his shoulders casually as if he just doesn't really care about the fact that he'd just blamed all of this on someone else.

"I know how old I Am yeeze and I've said sorry, it's not much else I can do now is there?"

"No I guess promising it won't happen again is unnecessary as you can't seem to know what a promise is anymore"

I go a bit light headed as I stand up from the sofa. Cause even though I'm here, angry at Conor for drinking am I actually hungover myself. It's not something I'm proud of yet at least I was able to take care of both myself and my boyfriend.

"You remember if I had my beanie on when we got back last night?"

Jack stops me just as I'm in the doorway to mine and Conor's bedroom and I rub my forehead, trying to remember what he'd even worn yesterday.

"Honestly I couldn't care less about your hat right now Jack, I'm so fucking hot"

He looks at me slightly concerned as I lean against the door frame. Somehow I'm sweating like crazy, almost like when your really ill.

"Let's go lie down for a bit"

The whole room is spinning as Jack guides me to the bed.

"I feel sick"

I close my eyes to make myself feel less nauseous yet Jack instantly makes me open them again, worry clear in his voice.

"You hit your head or anything?"

"No"

Of course I hadn't hit my head, not that I know of anyway.

"I'm gonna go and get Conor"

He stands up yet I grasp for his arm, stopping him from leaving me.

"Don't, he'll shit himself"

Why am I so fucking terrified? Like why?

"Als, you nearly fainted and I want him here in case something happens"