Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 47

Alaska's POV

Shuffling up closer to my sleeping boyfriend do I sigh content, a small smile growing on my lips as I think about today. It's his big day and if it wasn't for the fact that I'm badly hungover from last night would I actually have gone up to make him some breakfast in bed. But then he probably is at least as bad as I am so I'd be surprised if he even feels the slightest of hunger when he eventually wakes up. 

Instead, he'd get a tablet of paracetamol together with the water I'd made sure to bring with me up when we got home last night, the tablets already lying prepared on the bedside table next to me. 

I run my fingers along his exposed skin, his chest warm against my fingertips. Last night had been so fun and I really hope Conor enjoyed himself to the fullest. All the boys had been there and a night out with them always ended with everyone getting absolutely smashed. Even I, who lately had taken on the sensible role in the group had gotten rather drunk yesterday. The vouge memories of Conor and I having sex in the bathrooms flooding back to me faster than I'd like them to. 

But then why should I want to forget about it? You're only young once and getting it on with the one you love in a place such as a toilet in a club could be one of the best things out there. 

He's awake now, you could easily tell by his breathing and the enhanced movements but I let him pretend for a bit longer, knowing that every minute counts the morning after. 

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Conor, happy birthday to you"

I sing it quietly, finishing off with a small kiss on his cheek, smiling as his crystal blue eyes open to look at me. 

"I'm so old"

He sighs, pulling me up so that I'm sat on top of him, his hands on my hips as I make myself comfortable where I'm sat on his stomach. 

"24 isn't old and if anything have I always had a thing for older men"

It was meant to be a joke but I realise first afterwards how serious I'd sounded as I said it, the look on Conor's face being priceless, to say the least. 

"My god I love you"

I lie down on him, our lips only millimetres apart as we stare into each other's eyes in silence. Awkwardness is not something in my and Conor's relationship anymore, to be honest, do I not think it has ever been awkward between us. 

"And I love you"

He smiles and how I love his smile, how I love everything about him. I remember the time when those smiles were so incredibly rare, when he was so down that he just never was happy enough to even smile genuinely. All there was were fake ones and scarily had I been the only one who'd noticed them. 

Yes, he still has days when he is just as bad as how he was when I first met him but today we can work together and he never has to hide his inner feelings. 

"Let me go and get your presents"

I roll off of him against his will and knowing he'd clearly told me not to buy him something made this whole thing even more exciting. 

"There you go"

He smiles content as I place the small pile of wrapped up gifts down on his lap, his card lying on top. 

I'd written it before we went out last night and to be honest had I just full on spilled my heart out on a piece of paper, trying my best to get my love for him out in words. 

"Aww, that's really sweet baby"

Placing the card down on the side does he lean over to give me a kiss, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness as I stop to properly look at him. He's so extremely beautiful my man and he'd definitely gotten more handsome over the year I'd known him.