I Won't Let You Go (Conor Maynard)

CHAPTER SEVEN; I'M DATING CONOR MAYNARD/Freya

The first funny thing I notice when I wake up is that someone is sleeping next to me and has his arm around me. I don’t understand what’s going on because I always sleep alone. Then I suddenly remember everything. I turn around to see Conor’s face few centimetres away from mine. I can’t help but smile as I start thinking about last night. How he appeared to my front door and boom, kissed me. How I asked for him to stay. And how he did stay.

Since Conor is still asleep and I feel thirsty, I decide to get up. Moving as carefully and silently as possible I tiptoe down the stairs and into our kitchen. I open the fridge and take out a carton of apple juice. I grab a glass from the cabinet and pour some juice into it.

I’m casually sipping my drink and being totally in my own thoughts - basically thinking about Conor - when someone speaks up scaring the shit out of me.

“Well good morning, you”, a male voice says.

I startle and rapidly turn around with my eyes wide open only to see my brother standing in the doorway with a grimace on his face. “Fucking hell, you scared me!” I hiss.

“Sorry about that”, he says. Then he adds, winking: “Did you sleep well?”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I ask with a frown.

“You tell me. With that guy staying over and all.”

For a second I just stare at him in disbelief then I crack up laughing. “Are you fucking kidding me? You seriously think we were shagging last night?”

“At least it seems quite obvious to me”, he says shrugging. “Pass me the juice carton, please?”

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you. Nothing happened”, I laugh as I hand him the carton.

“Not even a blowjob?”

“Andrew!” I exclaim. “I don’t think that’s any of your fucking business but now to be honest, not even a fucking blowjob. Why would you even think about that? We’re just friends with Conor.”

“Is that so? Because then you must make out with each and everyone of your friends. And yes, I saw you two kissing last night and shit.”

“Jesus christ”, I sigh. I didn’t know he was such a fucking stalker. “Okay, you’re right. We’re not just friends. You happy now?”

“Yes! Thank you”, he says as I head back to my bedroom. When I arrive, I find out that Conor is still asleep. As I look at his beautiful face, I feel like dying inside. He looks so adorable asleep. I go sit next to him and gently press my lips on his forehead. That’s when he starts smiling.

I let out a little laugh. “You awake, babe?”

Conor opens his eyes. The sunlight coming from the window makes him squint his eyes.

“Good morning, beautiful”, he mumbles, sounding dazed. “To be honest, I haven’t had this good wake-up for such a long time.”

“Aww, well I’m honoured”, I say and giggle a little.

“Oh, come here you”, he giggles and grabs me closer kissing me passionately.

After the kiss, I say: “Look, I’ve been wondering… are we now like dating or what?”

“Well I don’t know about you, but I personally would actually like it if we were dating”, he says with a serious look in his eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I would actually like it, too”, I say and give him a little smile. Then I laugh and kiss him gently.