This Is My Version; A Conor Maynard Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Olivia's POV

I hand the waitress over my menu after she's taken my order, turning back to my friends to continue our conversation.

"So, are you gonna tell us anything or?"

Chloe locks her phone, placing it down on the dark wooden table we'd chosen next to a big window.

"It was good"

I smirk, thinking back on last night's happenings. It'd had been really good in fact but I really didn't want to flaunt it in their faces.

"Oh my god, I told you it'd be amazing!"

She leans back in her seat, clapping her hands in excitement.

"And what's next? You think he's gonna call you back?" Kayla who'd been quiet so far asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Nah, he probably doesn't even remember who I am. He was completely trollied"

To be fair had he not even bothered with remembering my name last night so how would he possibly remember it now, the day after.

"He's gonna call or you could just call him"

I roll my eyes, as if I'd call him back, it's called a one night stand for a reason, with emphasis on "one".

We'd both gotten what we came for in the end so why keep up with something that really wasn't necessary in this case.

"We'll see"

So my friends, I've known Chloe and Kayla since I moved to London to study five years ago. We quite literally got forced together in uni and had stayed friends since. It really isn't anything special with our friendship even though it would've been fun to have a cool story to tell people about.

Chloe is the most energetic, outgoing person I've probably met, ever. She loves any kind of social situation, especially if alcohol and music is involved. She'd been the queen of the party at uni and she still was to be fair.

Kayla on the other hand is more laid-back, not that she doesn't go wild on the dancefloor on a Saturday night but she, just like me, prefers to stay in to watch a movie over having a wild night out in a club.

I think that's why we work so good as a group, we could simply give and take from each other, complimenting one another perfectly.

"So, are we going out tonight or?" Chloe smiled, not taking her eyes off her phone.

"I mean, it's Friday"

Usually Fridays consisted of us going out, it'd kind of become tradition by now, quite an unhealthy tradition if you ask me.

It's not that I don't like going out because I really do. I love the buzz and being able to be completely you without anyone really judging you. Everyone is drunk anyway.

But we had in fact gone out once this week already and fighting off yet another hangover wasn't really how I'd want to spend my free Saturday.

"Where you thinking?"

I needed time to think this through because I didn't want to come off as boring to my best friends and yes, I know giving into peer pressure is bad and I should stand up for myself but that'll probably have to happen another day. A day where I know I'll be doing better things without them.

"Drama? It's the closest anyway"

We often ended up at Drama, it was the local club in our area and for the most part you could find someone decent looking to hook up with. Yet to many of the men's disappointment my standards had been raised since sleeping with Conor. How someone could be that good-looking and famous at the same time still baffled me.

Stop thinking of him!

I shake my head, knowing full well that it wasn't going to happen. It was a one night thing, yes, a good one night thing but that really didn't matter in this situation.

"Alright then, when are we meeting? I have a casting at five, remember"

Modelling had never been my dream job, it'd simply just become a thing during uni to get some extra money on the side. But I'd stuck with it, unlike my two friends who'd stopped as soon as they graduated.

And as much as I could hate it at times, was it somehow addictive. Seeing myself hot af in pictures after a shoot always made me get past the days where I felt like pure shit about my appearance. Plus it kept me in shape which always could be classed as a positive aspect.

"Nine at yours, get ready together?"

I nod, taking a bite of the avocado toast that I just had been served.

"That should work"

Chloe smiles at her phone as she begins to type out a message.

"Who you texting?"

She looks up at me, clearly embarrassed after realising I'd picked up on what she was doing.

It's not that I really care, she could text who the fuck she wants but I'm a bitch who likes to embarrass my friends and could clearly see that this was more than any normal text conversation going down.

"It's a guy, isn't it?"

Kayla joins in, we both chuckling as our friend starts to blush. We really are mean and I'm enjoying every single second of it.

"Alright, alright it's just this guy. He has dmd me asking if I was going out tonight so I said I probably was, knowing us and all that, and then he said that he could get us into VIP if we wanted to. So I said that would be fantastic" She says, continuing to type out a message.

"But?"

I nod, agreeing with Kayla on that question. There was definitely a but to come because otherwise she wouldn't be acting the way she was currently. In true Chloe style she would've been celebrating, letting the whole café know that we were gonna have the best night ever tonight.

"He just said that he needed to ask his friend because that's like his contact and then he would be able to get us on a table, free drinks, the lot. It's getting completely out of hand though because this so called friend is apparently not picking up his phone so now he's said that he's gonna call someone called Jack who knows this other friend, so he can tell him to pick up his phone or something. It's hella complicated"

She sighed, showing us the conversation on her phone screen.

"Is he hot?"

Yes, I'd just asked that question and no, I'm not ashamed. Because hopefully the answer would be yes and then I'd get an opportunity to get over the only growing crush I'd developed on a certain Conor Maynard, something that currently wasn't proving to be healthy.

"I mean, he's not my usual type but that doesn't mean I won't play around with him a little"

I roll my eyes, going back to my food. Guess I'll have to spend the next few hours thinking about nothing but Conor Maynard and the things he'd done to me.