This Is My Version; A Conor Maynard Fanfiction

Chapter 20

Olivia's POV

"Hello, you"

I close the door behind me after entering the guestroom my mum had set up for me to stay in this weekend.

"Am I interrupting something? Sorry, I should've text you to check first"

His eyes scan my face as I sink down on the bed and I just shake my head, leaning back against the headboard.

"You're fine, don't worry. What's up? You never facetime"

He smiles and as far as I'm aware it's a genuine smile for once. He seems happy in a way I can't recall ever seeing him before.

"I've got some exciting news and I couldn't be bothered with waiting until the next time I'll see you so I thought I'd do the next best thing instead"

I find myself smiling back at him, nodding my head for him to continue.

"Do you know about Kris Kross Amsterdam?"

My face has probably already given away the answer to that question because Conor starts chuckling before I even manage to come up with something to say.

"They're a group of Dutch producers, they made the song called Sex, you must've heard it"

I nod, I knew about that song, but then I would be surprised if someone said they didn't know it seeing it'd been played on the radio for the majority of this year so far.

"And?"

He rolls his eyes, the sight making me chuckle.

"That's it"

He smiles teasingly, his voice lined with sarcasm, something that I'd been introduced to early on in our "whatever the fuck this even is" relationship.

"Haha, very funny Maynard"

My eyes happen to get stuck in his for a bit too long, the bright blue seemingly calmer than I'm used to. Do I even dare to say they have a bit of a sparkle in them?

Happiness has never really played a role in our "thing", it had always been sadness, deep meaningful discussions about dark topics that ruled his mind.

Yes, we laugh and we have fun but there was always a darker reason behind it. Bloody hell, if he hadn't been completely fucked up because of his ex I wouldn't even be a part of his life.

"Alright, they want me to hop on their new track. Nobody really knows yet, or apart from now you and my manager but I sort of wanted to get your opinion before I say yes"

His cheeks turn a bright pink after he's done speaking and I feel my heart melt in my chest at the way he'd asked for my opinion on such a matter.

"How do you feel about it, Conor?"

I'd always got the impression of him not really asking himself in situations like this. He was a signed artist and sometimes I felt as though his label and management made most of his decisions without considering his own opinion in most cases.

Like the cover album he'd been going on about last time I'd seen him. It was clear that he wasn't really into the idea let alone that he was ready to release the original song they'd convinced him to add to the project to, as much as I understood, make it more interesting.

"It's different but I like the song sample they sent over. I'll have to do a few changes but as of now I'm quite positive actually. Are you surprised?"

He lets out a soft laugh, after having pulled his hand through his messy hair, a couple of stray curls falling down onto his forehead.

"That's amazing Conor! I'm so happy for you"