Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 40

Conor's POV

"Just do that part one more time and then I think we're done for today"

I give the producer a thumbs up, adjusting my headphones so that they cover my ears properly. 

"Let's not play. You told me to go and then you put your hands on me. (Hands on me). Let's not play. I can feel your body, baby it remembers me. (Remembers me). Is he all that you, all that you need? Oh, come on won't you please tell me. Oh-oh. Who do you love? Are you sure? Who do you love? And are you sure? Who do you love? Are you sure? Who do you love? And are you sure?"

The Kriss Kross trio looks well chuffed as I finish off the part, my throat now hurting from all the recording we'd done today. I am definitely not used to this amount of singing at the moment. 

"Alright, we're done. Great work today guys" 

I leave the recording booth, pushing my hair up in its signature quiff since the headphones had made it rather flat during the day. To be completely honest am I glad to finally be done for the day, not that I'm not excited to be here but knowing I could be spending this time with Alaska kills me a little more every second that passes. 

If it wasn't for the fact that I know that she's busy with shoots all day would I have called her now, craving to hear her voice even though it hasn't been more than ten hours since we facetimed this morning. 

"You on for a drink tonight, man?"

Jordy gives me a light push as to snap me out from my thoughts and I just flash him a quick smile, telling him that I'd love to. It was ages since I went out last time anyway and I should really make the most of it whilst I'm here. 

"I'll send you a text but we'll probably just go down to NYX like usual"

He shrugs making me chuckle. And I thought I went out a lot, these guys are fucking patrons to that club NYX, or what it's called. Not that I don't have a favourite but at least I try to move around a bit, not sticking to the same old shit every damn night. 

"Sounds good, see you then I guess"

I pick up my pace, ready to be out of this shithole at the moment, I don't understand why I suddenly hate my job this fucking much but somehow does it feel like I'd do anything to not have to be back here to do the same thing tomorrow. 

It's already dark outside as I leave the building, my large, red Canada Goose Jacket doing its job of keeping me warm even though I regret spending a bloody fortune on it when I bought it back around a year ago. Fucking hell, I don't even like red on me. 

I manage to wave a taxi in, throwing my rucksack down in the footwell by my feet as I tell the driver the address to my hotel. And if it hadn't been for the fact that the man in the front seems to never have learned to drive would I probably have fallen asleep, my head heavy against the cold window as we come to a stop outside the place where I'm staying. 

"Welcome back sir"

The security holds up the door and I give him a quick nod, hating Pete for booking me something this fancy, something that I clearly don't deserve. Although it could've been worse and I must admit it's very convenient having everything I could ever need only a phone call away. I mean I could even get a massage at four in the fucking morning if I asked for it. 

I check my phone, spotting a text from Jack and one from Pete on my lock screen. I ignore them both, laying down on the large double bed releasing a deep sigh as I think about the plans for tonight. 

It probably isn't the best going out on a weekday knowing I actually need to be civil tomorrow, it's only the first day here and I wouldn't enjoy fucking this opportunity up the first thing I do. But then, what is there to lose, Jordy sounded like he was planning on getting fucked tonight and I'm sure the rest feels exactly the same, meaning I wouldn't be the only one hungover tomorrow if I decide to get drunk.