The Vamps imagines & one shots

one shot// "you can stay if you want" pt 2--Connor

When I woke up the next morning, I almost forgot what had happened the night before with Connor, and I realized I would have to deal with him once I got downstairs. I got out of bed, making sure I looked somewhat presentable, before throwing a sweater on because it was actually a bit chilly in the house. I headed to the kitchen to make myself some coffee, hoping that would make me a bit more awake and ready for the day. 

When I reached the kitchen, I found a note next to a full pot of coffee, which was still hot. The note read, 

Thanks again for last night, I really appreciated you letting me spend the night when I know you probably didn't want to let me. I'm still sorry about what happened between us, but you look great and it seems like you're happy without me, which is all I care about. ~Con

I went to the living room to check to see if he had actually left, and when I got there, I found the blanket folded up, the pillow on top of it. Deep down, I was actually a bit upset that he had left before I got the chance to say goodbye. Why is he the one that gets to have the last word? I know he was just doing it so that I wouldn't have to see him again this morning, he knows how I feel about him.

My head was telling me to ignore it, but somewhere in my heart, I felt bad for the guy and I thought that I should reach out to him. The band was his life, music has always been his passion, and to think that he was kicked out and he's now doing nothing, I can't help but feel the slightest bit of sympathy for some reason.

I sighed as I found myself dialing his number on my phone, lifting it up to my ear and waiting for him to answer. Not too long after calling him did he pick up, "Hello?" he said, sounding a bit upset.

"Hi Connor, it's Y/N," I said quietly. 

I heard a sniffle before he responded, "Oh hi, I didn't expect to hear from you," he said.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks for the note, and the coffee." I said.

"Oh yeah, no problem, it really was the least I could do." I sat there for a minute, feeling quite awkward because I obviously called him while he was in the middle of crying. Unless he was sick, but he didn't sound sick last night.

"Listen, I know we both know how we feel about each other, I know you've been considerate about my feelings, but I think we should talk." 

"Really?" 

I was quiet for a minute, unsure of if I was lying or not. "Yeah, I think it would be good for the both of us. I think it's about time that we talked about everything."

"Okay, do you want to meet somewhere? I'm staying at a hotel in the city," he said.

"We could meet at Starbucks? That's like one of the closest places to me. I can meet you there in half an hour." I suggested.

"Sounds good to me, I'll see you then." 

---------------------------------------------------------

I met Connor at the Starbucks, when I got there he was waiting at a table and had already ordered for the both of us. "I hope this is still your order, I figured I'd order for you." 

"Thanks, how much do I owe you for it?" I asked, pulling out my wallet and taking out some money.

He waved my cash away, "Don't worry about it, it's on me."

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip before putting my wallet back in my bag. "So," I said openly.

"So...." he said, taking a sip from his own drink. 

"I know I said that I wasn't going to ask about anything last night, but I want to know what happened with you and the boys."

He nodded his head, "Yeah, it's fine. So I've been trying to get sober after, well, you know what happened, and I was doing really well. But I hit a wall last week, and I fell back into my bad habits. It got really bad yesterday, and the boys had enough of it, so they told me that I couldn't come back until I showed them that I cared more about the music than the alcohol."