New Job (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 18 - Jealous?

Conor POV

Sitting in the hotel room I flicked through the TV channels, nothing. Ever since the moment Ella walked out of the car, I couldn’t get her out of my head! The look in her eyes when Mike told her to get out, when I sided with him… God… What a dick I am… Who knows where she is right now, whether she’s upset or not, if she misses me or hates me. I knew I should have said something when Mike was saying about me not loving her, but I was scared! I’ll admit it! Mike always threatens me, he wants me to be this sexy, cheeky guy, yet a down to earth guy, yet a flirt… I can’t do it… He said to me as soon as twitter knew I had a girlfriend they lost interest! I believed him. Now, sitting here on my own, I’m wondering if he was just saying that to add to the idiom he was gonna say to her in the car. You’re drowning him and I’m offering him a life boat. Eurgh. I had no idea what to do now, I was slightly more weary of going out knowing these bodyguards didn’t know everything Ella did… my phone beeps. That was the first time I’d seen the time 7pm. I’d been sitting here flicking through channels and thinking about Ella for hours… I think my mind is made up – I need her…

From: Jack. Bro, check out the gossip!

What the hell did that mean?

To Jack. Gossip?

From: Jack. Twitter, my man.

Without thinking or replying I logged straight into twitter, where do I look? Well the fact all girls were going crazy over tweeting Niall made me think I should check out his recent tweets.

@NiallOfficial ‘Having a great night with the best friends ever – including @Ellalle and @JakesTheMan01 x’

WHAT? Ella’s with them? HIM? That Jake was always there when he wasn’t wanted… I could see Ella’s face light up when she saw him at the Arena that day… And Harry thought it would be great for him to hang around together? Now they’re best buddies? I shake my head and throw my phone on the bed, but hesitate. Should I reply? Should I say something rude? Funny? Nah leave it…

“Room Service!” A voice calls from the door. I walk up to the door and open it slightly.

“Just leave it there thanks.” I smile at the waiter and he nods as I give him a tip. I wait for him to leave before popping my head round the door checking there’s no fans and wheel in my trolley. Well it wasn’t that great, alcohol and a doughnut. I’d eaten at Nando’s before I got here so I wasn’t hungry, but I could never say no to a doughnut! I open the bottle of – well I couldn’t even pronounce it, but it was alcohol, high percentage, just what I needed to take the edge off and forget about Ella for a second. Minutes turned into hours and a glass of alcohol turned into a bottle. Before I knew it I was pouring the last drops of this stuff into a glass and drinking it, feeling numb and very drunk.

From: Jack. Sorry mate. Thought I should tell you. Twitter again.

What the FUCK was it now? I drunkenly open twitter on my phone.

@Real_Liam_Payne ‘great night out and guess who’s looking hot?’ There was an image attached. I swiftly opened this image and there was a group photo, the 5 boys, Ella and Jake. Ella looked amazing, wearing this black dress with a white stripe across the abdomen. It was mid-thigh length. She wore platform boots, laced up with ribbon and had thick eyeliner on. She never was one to look girly, if she ever wanted to wear a dress she’d always look gothic or like a rocker. In this case her stud-shoulder leather jacket was draped over one shoulder. God I missed her… I wanted her… I was furious.

I click reply without thinking.

@ConorMaynard ‘@Real_Liam_Payne and where was my invite? Huh?’

Simple. I await his reply. Smug git. My phone rings.

“What?” I answer, seeing its Mike.

“What the hell are you thinking? Why post that on twitter? Delete it now!” He shouts.

“Oh, Shut up.” I say drunkenly.

“A-A-Are you drunk?” He asks furiously.

“What does it matter to you? You put me in this state!” I question, practically spitting at my phone.

“Oh ok, yeah. Blame Mike…”

“Yeah, Yeah I fucking will! You threw Ella out of my life, now she’s partying with her long lost lover!” I shout.

“Yeah, well at least you can get over her once she’s moved on…” He says smugly.

“Asshole.” I mumble. “What are you trying to say?” I say calmer.

“She’d have cheated on you anyway, she was gagging for him. But you’re always too blind to see it. I fucking helped you! Now delete that message or your next 70 articles and interviews will be you explaining your way out of this mess!” He yells. He must have been lying. She wouldn’t have cheated on me? Would she?

“She’s loyal, she wouldn’t have…” I was interrupted.

“Look at her in these pictures Conor! She’s got her arm round him all the time! They were in love before you were even a thought in her life. How can you not see this? Now you can drown your sorrows with alcohol or you can get seen with a prettier girl tomorrow by the paps and make her feel jealous she ever thought about leaving you for Jake…” He persuaded. For some reason it seemed the right thing to do. “Can’t you see? The boys are posting these on twitter for YOU to see! They want you to feel like shit, but she’s not worth it… So tomorrow, we get a pretty, skinny girl wearing an outfit models couldn’t pull off and you make her jealous. Yeah?” His voice was extremely calm. Worryingly calm…

“Yeah… yeah alright. When am I meeting her?”