This Is My Version; A Conor Maynard Fanfiction

Chapter 25

Olivia's POV

"I'm just going to open this door a little, get some fresh air in here and then I think you'd do good with a shower"

I smile, ignoring the fact that he doesn't even react to what I've just said. He's definitely a lot more fucked up than I'd previously thought, that's for sure.

"Come on then buddy, let's get you clean"

He sighs but at least he lets me pull him up to a standing position, his arms down by his sides as I stop to face him for a second.

"Why do you even care, Olivia?"

His teary and bloodshot eyes break my heart and all I can do is look away.

He doesn't deserve this, no-one really deserves this but especially not him.

"Because you deserve it Conor, because you deserve it"

I let my hand rest on his cheek, my thumb wiping away a tear that seems to have escaped his eye without him noticing.

He's so beautiful, broken but still absolutely beautiful.

"You've got so much to live for Con, remember that"

With that I get up onto my toes, pressing a tender kiss to his chapped lips, the taste of him mixed with alcohol staining my tongue after I pull away.

I help him out of his hoodie and then his trackie bottoms, collecting the dirty clothes into a pile on the bathroom floor, ready for me to put them in the wash as soon as he'd get into the shower.

"Almost there, you can do it"

He sighs, looking at me through teary eyes as I turn the water on, making sure it's an alright temperature.

It's almost like taking care of a child, to be honest I think it's even harder. A kid would laugh if you tickled them, of you blew bubbles into their face or played with them for a second. A kid doesn't get depressed, not like the way Conor currently is.

"I don't know if I can"

I nod understandingly, pulling my shirt over my head, leaving me in just a pair of jeans and my bra. Right now I'm willing to do anything to make him feel just that tiny bit more like himself.

"I'll help you"

He shuffles out of his pants and I quickly strip down as well, walking over to the running shower once I'm completely naked, Conor following closely.

"Sorry, I don't have energy to do anything at the moment"

Even his voice is lined with exhaustion, his tired eyes staring straight into mine as I let my hands rest on his cheeks, the water drenching us both.

"I understand, sometimes you just can't be bothered, right?"

Nodding does he sigh and I quickly reach for the shower gel, starting to lather his body in soap.

"I haven't left my bed for days. All I've done is sleep pretty much and still I'm just as tired as I'd be if I hadn't done that. I was doing better, you told me I was getting better"

He doesn't even react as I begin shampooing his hair, my fingers focusing on his scalp, knowing just how much he enjoys a head massage when he's feeling a bit worse for wear.

"Remember what I told you in the park, Conor. Healing doesn't have a timeline, it goes up and down, it takes one step forward and then two back. Some days you'll be doing great and others you will feel worse than ever. Just because you feel shitty right now doesn't mean that this is how it's going to be like forever"