Conor Maynard fanfic

Chapter 6 - Conor fanfic

*Jordan's p.o.v*

Me and Conor walked hand in hand under the stars back to the house. Conor let go of my hand to get his key out of his pocket. I looked at what he was wearing. He had a light blue top on with red skinny jeans and a black snap back on. As we walked into the house Conor grabbed my waist.

'I love you Jordan' he whispered.

'I love you too Conor' I smiled. We kissed and when we broke apart I went upstairs to get changed. My room light was on although I was pretty sure I had left it off. I opened my door and chucked my bag on the floor in shock.

'I thought I'd find you here' the man sitting on my bed breathed heavily. It was Tom.

'How did you find me here' I said shaking.

'Why are you shaking Jordan? There's no need to be scared of your boyfriend is there'. He said grabbing my arm.

'Your not my boyfriend, Conor is' I said shaking his arm off.

'What did you say' He growled getting closer to me.

'You need to go Tom' I said backing out of my room.

'We don't want a repeat of last time now do we Jordan'

'Just leave please' I said tears in my eyes. Why had he come back. Everything was perfect then he had to come and ruin it.

'Jordan are you okay' Conor called from downstairs.

'Yeah I'll be down in a minute'

'Oh is this mr perfect'

'Leave Conor out of this'

'Don't tell me what to do' Tom said slapping me in the face.

'What was that for' I said crying.

'I didn't need a reason for that but this is for leaving me' he said punching me in the gut.

I cried out in pain. I lay on the floor struggling to breathe. He pulled out a knife.

'No Tom don't' I screamed.

'Jordan' Conor said running upstairs. 'Are you okay' he said running towards me.

'Stay away from her pretty boy' Tom snarled.

'Who are you and what have you done to Jordan' 

Conor obviously hadn't seen the knife yet.

'I'm teaching her a lesson' Tom said pulling the knife up.

'NOOOOOOO' I screamed. The knife pierced right through my leg. I was laying in a pool of my own blood.

Conor jumped on top of Tom bringing him to the floor.

'Its good I called the police before I came upstairs. I found Eleanor tied up in the living room. Jordan sweetie' Conor said in his quiet soothing voice. He had a tear in his eye 'I called an ambulance. Your going to be okay'

Tom struggled trying to get free. Eleanor run upstairs with a towel. She ran straight towards me and pushed the towel over my leg wound. 

'Oh Jordan honey' she said stroking my cheek. The door bashed open and the police came in.

'Up here' Conor called.

They came running up and arrested him straight away. The paramedics came running up and came over to me.

'What's your name love?' A woman said wrapping a bandage over my leg.

'Jordan' I said quietly trying to fight through the tears.

'Okay Jordan, you have a really deep leg wound that we are going to have to stitch up but we have to get the bleeding to slow down first' Another paramedic stuck a needle in my arm.

'Its just a strong painkiller to get you through this' he said.

'Is she going to be okay' It was Conor. He was crying more than me.

'Yes she will be. Jordan, we need to get you into the ambulance so we're just gonna get you onto the stretcher and get you down to the hospital' the woman said putting the stretcher under neath me.

'I'm coming with you' Conor said wiping his eyes. He came over to me and held my hand. They all lifted me downstairs and onto the ambulance.

Conor sat onto the seat next to me still holding my hand.

'Well that's a first date to remember' I said smiling.

'It sure is!' Conor said planting a kiss on my head. 

'Why are you so perfect' I said giggling.

'I think the drugs are kicking in' Conor said to the paramedic in the corner.

'I'm being serious Conor. Why do you like me. Tom could of hurt you earlier and it would of been all my fault'

'I like you because your funny, kind, cute, gorgeous, smart the list goes on forever and it wasn't your fault at all Jordan' Conor squeezed my hand and kissed me again.

'I love you Conor'

'I love you more!' Conor said smiling.