Life behind the fame; A Conor Maynard fanfiction

Chapter 51

Alaska's POV

"Conor, you are so annoying" 

I look at my now half-eaten protein bar that I'd just opened, the other half being stuffed in Conor's mouth at the moment. 

He smiles cheekily, chewing away whilst earning a laugh out of Jack and George who are sat opposite us in the stuffy gate. In about thirty minutes would we be on our flight to Dubai and I don't think I've been this excited about a holiday since I was a little kid. 

"Sharing is caring"

I roll my eyes at him, going back to looking at my phone and the texts I'd been exchanging with Georgia since we got here. 

"Oh come on, don't be mad at me now"

It's hard not to crack up at that but I ignore him until he finally gives up, fishing up his own phone from his pocket.

"All passengers travelling in first and business class, please make your way to the counter"

Conor nudges my side as he stands up from his seat, grabbing his rucksack and throwing it over his shoulder. 

The lady checking our passports gives me a look of disgust. Almost as if she thinks we are some spoiled brats who don't deserve to travel in business. 

"Thank you"

I try my best to be polite, shooting her a small smile but as expected do I not get anything back, her eyes instantly moving over to the next passenger. 

"What a bitch"

"What?"

Conor looks over at me when he didn't hear what I previously said and I just shake my head, not feeling to bring it up again. 

"Come here"

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side, leaning his chin on top of my head as we enter the aeroplane. And as much as I wanted to be annoyed at him is it all just washed off as soon as we sit down in our seats, Conor's hand comfortably rested on my thigh where I'm sat next to him in our little pod. 

Conor asks for a glass of champagne, the flight attendant placing it down on his table before looking over at me as to ask if I wanted a glass as well. I just shake my head, not really in the mood for drinking at ten in the morning. 

"You are so strange"

I refer to his drinking habits, nodding towards the glass that he now had in his hand, the light sparkling liquid being the in the centre of his attention. 

"It's complimentary and we are going on holiday, you need to let the hair down a bit"

He chuckles at his own reasoning and I just shake my head, going back to my phone. This was going to be a long flight. 

***

Eight hours, four films and a lot of cuddling later we finally touch down in Dubai, the heat hitting me in an instant. 

"It's so warm"

I groan, fanning myself with my boarding pass as we wait to get out of the plane, my back already soaked with sweat. 

"What did you expect, we are pretty much in the desert"

Jack pulls his beanie off of his head, his unstyled hair making me chuckle. 

"You probably want to keep that on mate"

I look down at my feet when my dear boyfriend nudges his brother, Jack giving him an evil glare before he pulls the hat back on to hide the mess that now was on his head. Conor just laughs.