Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 34

Conor's P.O.V

Rubbing my eyes do I press the home button on my phone, 4.36 am. It marked the tenth hour of me being in the studio and I still wasn't anywhere near finished with the things I'm here to get done.

"Catch me here", the song that I'd written over a year ago is soon to be released and I don't think I could've been more anxious about it. It's the first original that I release since Royalty and Talking About and I just hope this one doesn't flop as well.

Yet I don't even know why I'm building up hope when it's clear that it'll do just as bad or possibly even worse. Back then things had just started to go wrong yet in comparison to now my mental state was a lot better.

It's about an hour later when I practically force myself to leave, all nighters wasn't uncommon still since being back from the holiday had there pretty much been none. At least not planned in advance.

The house is airy quiet when I arrive back, the lights in the kitchen being on telling me that someone, most likely Alaska's awake already.

"You up?"

I shrug off my jacket and bag in the hallway moving over to mine and Alaska's bedroom.

"Almost"

She's stood in only her underwear, watching herself in the mirror, leaving me standing in the doorway.

How I'd been able to find myself such a gorgeous girlfriend is still something I question every single day.

Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and I admire her petite body even though I'm practically falling asleep standing up.

Walking up to where she's standing do I wrap my arms around her half naked body, closing my eyes as soon as she's in my arms.

"Did you manage to get it done?"

I sigh, just thinking of the hours I'd spent trying to get that fucking song to work out made me want to hit something.

"Pretty much"

There was still a few tweaks that needed to be done yet does it even matter when you know it'll flop anyway.

"Do you think my bum looks too big in these?"

I sit down on the bed, watching her judge her thong in the reflection.

"Why would that ever be a bad thing?"

She chuckles, sticking her tounge out as an answer to my latest comment.

"You look exhausted bear"

Sighing do I let my back connect with the mattress, my head pounding from the light headache that had troubled me for the last like five hours.

"And I thought I was used to not sleeping anymore"

She pulls on one of my baggy T-shirts on top of her lacy bra before joining me in bed.

"How about we stay in bed all day?"

Closing my tired eyes do I nod. It sounded like a great plan to me.

"Do you ever regret the night you met me?"

It was a question I'd wanted to ask her for as long as I can remember still I'd never had the courage to do so.

"No, I regret the reasons behind it but I never regret the action. If I hadn't done it we'd never be here today"

Kissing the top of her head do I sigh silently.

"It's so hard because you never know where things will end up in the beginning. I walked up to you for a one night stand with a popstar, not a relationship. Still I guess we were meant to end up together afterall"