New Job (Conor Maynard and One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 26 - The News...

Conor’s POV

Despite her best efforts to show everyone that gossip was not always true, the stories still appeared. Day after day they came up with a story, one that could tear people apart but we all got together or called each other and sorted it out. It got to a point we just laughed them off. We were a close-knit group. Nothing could stop us now. When we knew it wasn’t true, the fans knew it wasn’t true and I’m pretty sure even Jade knew it wasn’t true, but they kept going…

“Hun? I’m off to the doctors, yeah?” Ella shouted to me. She’d stayed round mine a couple of nights as Jake and Penny had been with each other more often. They were a cute couple, and we were but I could still see the love for Jake in her eyes. I admired her for being strong and trying to get over it.

“Alright babe! Want me to pick you up?” I turn round, seeing her walk up to the door, putting on her military style black coat over her long green top that she wore with grey skinny jeans and combat boots.

“Nah, it’s not far… I’ll be back in an hour latest!” She smiled as she walked out. My phone rings.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Conor, we’ve found you a new manager!” Mark from my management office said happily.

“You done what?” I said, barely making sense of my own sentence.

“Look, we spoke to Ella, we spoke to Mike… We know what happened! Can I just say how sorry I am about it all? If I knew what Mike was doing I would have put a hold to it… he was out of line… But he did explain about his family problems; his divorce and his wife taking the kids, and explained he just couldn’t bear to see anyone happy…”

“Look” I interrupt. “I don’t want explanations or excuses. I just want it all sorted. I want me and Ella to be working together again, I want to tour with the 1D boys again and I want to live my life without my manager making my life difficult!” I began to sound angry.

“I understand Conor, but this will take a while to sort out… And you have a show at the O2 in two days…”

“Those bozos you hired to protect me couldn’t protect themselves let alone me! I will NOT go to that show unless Ella is accompanying me…” There was silence on the phone.

“We may be able to arrange it for that one day… But if you want her permanently I’ll have to pull a few strings. I know how good she is, I know no one else would put their life on the line for you like she did. Leave it with me Conor!” he said and hung up. I slump onto the sofa and switch the TV on. I grab my water from the table and take a sip but spit it back out when I see what greets me on the TV. It’s Ella. I turn the volume up.

“Ella, there are rumours you are pregnant. Why were you going to the doctors?” A reporter asked shoving a microphone under her face.

“Please, just let me past. Leave me alone!” She shouted back. I could see the anger, hurt and pain in her eyes.

“Ella, are you pregnant? Who’s the dad?” Another report shouts over the voices.

“I am NOT a story! And I am NOT a whore!” She says, pushing past them. “Leave me alone!”

“Ella! Is it Zayn’s?” One reporter asks. “Or Jake’s? Or-” He is stopped mid-sentence as Ella shoves him to the floor.

“Go away!” She said.

“Is it Conor’s?” Another reporter shouted. I could see her get her phone out and grabbed mine, waiting for a call.

One New Message.

From: Ella. Please come and get me…

I was already heading towards the door. I can’t believe they were still trying to make shit up. Or were they? I never asked why she was going to the doctors… And she had been complaining of feeling sick recently… I ran to my black 4X4 and drove as fast as I could to get to her. I could hear the reporters as I turned the corner. They were like a crazy mob; like fans were to me! I honked the horn and she immediately looked up and ran straight to the door, jumping in quicker than I’d ever seen. She ducked down and whispered ‘Drive!’ at me. I floored it.

“Ella, you alright?” I ask, concerned.

“What the hell was that? They mobbed me! I had no escape!” She broke down. I couldn’t help but look down at her stomach.

“They said you were pregnant…” I mumbled.

“I know. Bastards. Why do they have to lie? It’s a ridiculous accusation! And then to ask who the dad was? I can’t believe it!” She ranted. I felt relief come over me. How could I believe the gossip for one second? I’m so stupid…

“Look, hun, we’ll get you back to the-” I slam the brakes on as some paps run out in front of the car trying to take pictures of us. “What the fuck? Are they trying to get killed?” I sound the horn and rev, most of them move to let the car past but one man stood in the way. I sound the horn again and again. I look over and Ella is hyperventilating. She wasn’t used to THIS kind of attention… I begin to drive forward; he was gonna move or I was going to make him! He eventually moved out the way as I was inches away from him but he swore at me. Asshole.

“Conor… I-I don’t feel well…” Ella said, her face a deathly white, and she passed out. Shit.  Again, I put my foot to the floor as I put my Bluetooth earpiece in and called Mark.

“Hello, This is Mark from-” he began professionally but I interrupt.

“Mark! I need the nearest private hospital or doctors or something. Ella’s passed out!” I shouted urgently.

“Where are you?” He asks quickly.

“ Err… Nearing the pier in Brighton.”

“Right, take a left when you reach the pier, then second right. There should be a large white building with red doors, go there…” He said and I hung up.

We arrived at the doctors and Ella had come to but she was in a state. I walked her into the doctors and a woman greeted me straight away.

“Conor? And Ella? Mark told me to expect you!” She said, ushering us into a private room. “What’s happened?” She said as she sat at her desk, logging into her computer.

“Ella passed out. I think it was from the shock of being mobbed by paps.” I explained.

“Right. Ella, a few routine questions if you don’t mind… Have you been feeling sick, lightheaded, dizzy?” Ella nods. “Is there any chance you could be pregnant, are you sexually active?” There’s a pause and my stomach drops. She shakes her head. “And have you fainted before? Recently?” She nods.

“Well, when I got stabbed in the stomach…” She mumbles.

“Right, can I check your stomach?” The doctor asks. I can tell she doesn’t want to. No one has really seen the scar. She covers her stomach all the time so no one sees it. I’ve not even seen it. Ella lies on the bed and the doctor lifts up her top, revealing a large scar in the bottom left part of her stomach. “Gosh that is a war wound…” She exclaims to Ella, who does nothing but fake a smile. She begins pressing around Ella’s stomach, then puts on her stethoscope and listens to her breathing in and out. “Right, you can sit back down now.” She says as she taps away on her computer.

“Am I alright?” Ella finally comes out with.

“I’m afraid you are…” I hold my breath, please don’t say what I think you are going to… “You’re suffering from neurocardiogenic syncope, or Vasovagal Response. It’s a heightened risk of fainting from specific symptoms like stress from trauma, dehydration, low blood sugar… There are many causes. The problem is there is no cure, you just have to grow out of it. Now luckily I think you have a mild case, you haven’t fainted often, so it could be fine and that was your final one, but they could become regular. It’s difficult to tell…” I sigh with relief.

“Ok…” Ella says, “Thank you…”

“If you feel faint, stick your head between your legs, or breathe deeply, take your mind off it as much as you can, ok?” Ella nods and walks out.

“Just one thing after another…” She looks into my eyes. “Why can’t it be easy?”

“I wonder that every day hun…” I said as I put my arm round her.

“Let’s just get back to your house. I wanna be alone…” She looked at the floor.