This Is My Version; A Conor Maynard Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Conor's POV

I press the keys on the keyboard randomly, letting my muscle memory take control of what I shall play. Because I literally don't have anything else to do in this empty studio at half past one in the morning.

And it takes a while until I realise what I'm actually playing, the words exiting my mouth without me really thinking about.

Is it a weird coincidence that the song I've started singing is Marvin's Room?

Probably not.

"I just want to know one thing Victoria, one thing and I'll leave you alone- do you still love me?"

I press the keys harder as the tears start streaming down my cheeks.

"I- I don't Conor. I thought you knew that"

My heart had been broken for the second time by the same person and don't ask me how that is possible because I don't even know myself.

And she thought I knew that. Knew what? That she doesn't love me anymore? That she has someone knew?

I know that I should've been able to tell that she's over me but I'm not like everyone else in this world. I'm broken to a level nobody will ever be able to understand. I'm not me anymore, I'm Conor Maynard without the Conor Maynard.

So I call Olivia, the girl that had become my source of distraction these last couple of weeks.

The person who simply fill the void when nothing else seems to matter.

"Hiya, you alright?"

Her voice is lined with worry like it always is when I call her. It really never goes away.

"You live in Mayfair, right?"

I've got a vague memory of her enlightening me about the fact that she had a flat in Mayfair.

"I do, why?"

She chuckles and it's enough calm down my racing heart in an instant. No-one had ever had that effect on me before but somehow could just hearing her voice calm my anxiety.

"Can I come over?"

I park my car outside the address Olivia sent me and then take the steps two at the time until I reach her door.

I'm excited to see her, to get to forget for a while. Because that seems to be what I'm doing each time I'm around her.

And all I currently want to be doing is forget, forget about my crappy life and fucked up career. Forget about who I am.

One knock and she's there in front of me again, dressed in nothing but a pair of pyjama shorts and a sport's bra.

"Well who would've thought, ey? Conor Maynard in my flat at two in the morning"

She takes a step back to let me into the hallway and I quickly close the door behind me.

"Don't push your luck, I could just leave now if that's what you want"

A smile appears on her lips as she turns around to roll her eyes at me and I really don't know how something so simple could make me feel so much better in so many ways.

This is the first time I'm at hers and I chuckle at the fact that I've chosen 2 am as the time to come over and she just doesn't mind, accepting me with open arms as if it's nothing.

"It's cute, the pad, I mean"

I find myself smiling as she leads the way into a small kitchen.

"It does the job"