Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 50

Conor's POV

I open my eyes only to get met by the most beautiful view there is in this world. The feeling of Alaska's bare back against my warm chest instantly wanting me to go back to sleep. We are in Brighton and I'm hungover, what a chock.

In about a month time have we been a thing for a year, a whole fucking 12 months, 365 days. And I thought I'd never commit to anyone again, just look at me know, even more in love than last time.

I roll over to my back, my right arm still stuck under Alaska as I stare up at the ceiling, the glow in the dark stars that I'd had when I was little still being stuck where I remember dad putting them up many of years ago. The time had gone by so quickly and I don't think I've ever gotten a moment out of my busy life to just stop and reflect over all the things that had happened.

There was a lot of things, a crazy amount of things actually and it's almost scary to think about how different my life would've been if I hadn't had the upbringing that I had.

The garden is all frosty from the cold, the grass white with a thin layer of snow that would melt as soon as the day starts. I don't think I've had a white Christmas since I was about nine, one single white Christmas in twenty-four years. That must be some sort of a record. Poor Anna was only one that year, too young to remember anything of it even though Jack and I made sure to take her out in the garden enough times for mum to get worried about her catching a cold.

But I guess England isn't directly known for our snowy winters, especially not down south, it just doesn't get cold enough.

I pull my free hand through my hair, turning my attention back to my sleeping girlfriend. My lips soon connect with the exposed skin on her neck, the butterflies going crazy in my stomach as I linger on her skin.

The fact that a simple neck kiss could make me feel this kind of way is sort of scary, I'm addicted to a person, a living human being.

A light knock on the door makes me quickly pull the duvet up to cover our naked bodies, looking over as Anna's face appears in the doorway.

"Mum has made breakfast but she told me to give you this first"

She winks, moving over with a cup of coffee and a packet of Nurofen, the kind act making me miss living at home even more than I previously thought I did.

"Thank you, I'll be down in ten"

Nodding does she leave me to it, the warm coffee curing my dry throat as I take a quick sip. It is definitely needed if I should be able to get out of bed before midday today.

I gently pull my arm out from underneath Alaska's body, sitting up on the edge of the bed with my feet touching the soft carpet. I decide to let Alaska sleep in and grab my joggers and a T-shirt from my bag down by my feet, pulling the pieces of clothing on before I join the rest of my family downstairs.

The light from the Christmas tree brings back memories from my childhood and I quickly pull a piece of hanging chocolate off from one of the branches even though I know mum doesn't like it when we do so.

Presents, a fucking lot of presents are scattered underneath the tree and I can already see a few ones that are for me, my name written clearly on the paper.

"I think I forget about you not being a kid anymore"

I smile at the sound of my mother's voice, turning to look at her where she's stood leaning against the doorframe, her blonde hair now almost being a bit grey in the roots. She's got her apron tied around her waist, Christmas themed of course.

"I sometimes feel as if I let you grow up too fast Conor. As if my approval to your choices damaged you in some ways"

The hurt was clear in her voice and I feel a sting of sadness in my heart when I realise that she's blaming herself for something I chose to do.