New Job (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 21 - Two Sides Of The Story

Conor’s POV

Everything that Mike was telling me to do, I took in. I need to post a picture of me and this girl on twitter, I need to walk around holding hands with her, go out to eat with her, hold her waist at one point. And I’d done a few of these. What an idiot I was. I flicked through the TV channels for the second day in a row, this time with no room service and what pops up on the TV but a picture of me? I hold on and listen to it. Some stupid gossip reporter called Jade thinking I asked Liam that and posted that picture cos I was jealous they’d stolen Ella from me? I’d never even thought of anything like that! I immediately receive a text from Ella. Reading it made my heart break. The way she was so blunt, rude…

From: Ella. Vic Secrets model? Really? Is it the great personality you fell for? Or did Mike fall for her looks? :/

Ouch. I read the message over and over. I’d made a huge mistake. I didn’t want her to hate me more, I wanted her to be jealous and ask me about her, then we’d chat and realise we were in love and we live happily ever after. For fuck’s sake, Michael is always wrong!! He wanted me to tweet a public apology for my behaviour! It’s called being angry, jealous and drunk, most normal people experience this so why do I have to apologise? I try to call Ella but her phone is off. Makes sense really… She wouldn’t wanna talk to me… I grab my laptop and log in, stalkerishly I begin to search for photos from last night, to see what Ella got up to there. My stomach drops. I feel sick. I begin to shake with anger. What the fuck was this picture? Her holding Zayn up against a wall? Really? Why would you need to do that? I look at another one. A lump appears in my throat. There she is, my Ella, kissing Jake! Oh I just wanted to throw my laptop across the room. How could she be over me so quickly? It wasn’t even a day ago! I can’t help it, I need to text her, see what’s going on…

To: Ella. Ok, so what’s going on with you and Jake? Or is it one of the direction boys? I saw the pictures from last night. How could you move on so quickly?

Ok, leave it as that. Wait for a reply. I check my phone every minute but no reply. I don’t want to seem desperate. My phone rings and I pick it up urgently.

“Hello?” I say, waiting to hear Ella’s voice reply.

“Conor, you need to meet up with Diana. Ella’s all over the news with One Direction. You need to get more attention! Do you want her to be more famous than you? The girl who was ready to cheat on you?”

“Mike… I’ve had enough. I don’t want to do all these stupid plans you keep coming up with… I hate them and some of them have only got me into deeper shit…” I mumble.

“Conor… Your new song is being released in 5 days. Be known by then, or I’m dropping you…” And he hung up. Great. Well, now things are in my hands, I shall do it my way. I’m gonna call Ella, explain everything, apologise and hope for the best. If all else fails, I’ll drop her and find another girl. That sounds like a better plan that what Mike came up with! My phone rings again. God can I ever get any peace?

“Yes?” I say bluntly.

“Hey it’s Diana! Mike says we need to meet for dinner later. You happy to do that?” Her ‘cutie-pie’ voice made me want to be sick. She was the stereotypical head to toe fake, but she was hot. I guess that’s all that counts to Mike. Maybe Ella was right.

“Sure, sure. See you at nando’s at 7?” I ask.

“I don’t eat Nando’s” She replies disgustedly.

“Ok you decide and text me the plans, alright? Bye!” I hurry off the phone. Why I let myself get into these situations is beyond me… Now to call Ella. I think. Or not? God I’m too annoyed to think…

Zayn’s POV

There we are, all having a good time, swigging bottles of wine, vodka; well whatever Harry ordered. He’s such an idiot when we have days off, he acts like it’s the end of the world and we need to party our lives away! But I knew today was different; he wanted to cheer Ella up. She was a sweet girl, with a temper, nothing I couldn’t relate to. She protected me at the party last night, slapping a girl straight in the face – now had it been a man I would have punched him, but I can’t hit a girl… That gossip article on the TV had really hit her. I know she had, or has, feelings for Conor and he’s there posting pics of him and some skinny model as if he’s not got a problem or care in the world! If I was him, I’d be cherishing every moment I had with her. I always love seeing Louis and Eleanor together, the love between them is so strong it makes everyone else in the room happy. I wish I had that! I think that’s what annoys me, cos I – we – went on tour with him and he seemed really nice, he seemed to care for Ella and treat her so nice and he just changed… I turn my head to the left as something flashing catches my eye. It’s Ella’s phone, and it’s Conor calling. Oh what I could say to him… But should I?

“Hello?” I question.

“Who’s this?” Conor begins, slightly annoyed.

“Someone who’s having a good night with Ella. Who’s this?” I say, trying to wind him up.

“Can you put Ella on the phone?” Conor asks hesitantly.

“No. She’s busy with me, sorry!” I say, smirking as I talk.

“Zayn? Who you on the phone to?” Ella calls from across the room.

“Zayn?! What the fuck?” Conor exclaims.

“No one, sweetie. Just some non-descript called Conor or something?” I say smiling, but she looked shocked.

“Zayn, gimme my phone!” She runs at me, rugby tackling me onto the sofa, but rolling off onto the floor. I hold it out of her reach but she straddles me, holding my arms down and snatching her phone back. Oh she knew how to restrain people, from the job, but does she know how to play fight?

“Leave the phone, Elz” I state, but she ignores me.

“Conor? Hi… I can… Well… Woah. That is an accusation!” it sounded like the conversation was getting heated, my time to jump in. I wriggle free of her grip on me and begin tickling her waist. She screams and drops the phone on the floor, laughing loudly. “ZAYN!” She shrieked. I looked at the phone, it seemed he was still on the phone. Well, there are many things I could do in this situation, but I’ll keep her happy. I tickle her until she’s squirming around on the floor and I restrain her the same way she did to me. I bend down, my face millimetres from hers and whisper ‘Let’s see how you like it with me on top!” Of course I wanted it to sound like an innuendo and I most certainly wanted Conor to hear it. I pick up the phone and put it to my ear.

“You still here?” I say harshly.

“I WANT to speak to ELLA.” He said spitting down the phone.

“Sorry, she’s busy having fun with me!” I said and hung up. Ella looks shocked at me. I look up over the sofa and notice everyone’s too drunk to even realise we’re not with them! I bend back down so my face is inches from hers. “You’ll thank me!” I said smugly. She smiled a half smile at me.

“Thank you!” She says. I wasn’t expecting one that soon. “He’s trying to make me jealous, I get that, but I had nothing to use against him! So thank you!” This time a proper smile spreads across her face. It was nice to see. She was such a good friend; I couldn’t stand seeing her upset.

“Got one more idea!” I say, grabbing my phone. Before you could say ‘genius’ I tweeted a picture of me kissing Ella on the cheek to Conor. Ella phone beeped and she looked at it.

“ZAYN!” She said in an angered whisper. “Are you trying to kill me?” I couldn’t help but smile. It was funny to see her angry, but her angry face turned into a smile, which turned into a smirk. She said pushing me off her and straddling me again. “You could have at least done it properly!” she said, inches from my face. And she kissed me.