Is He Here? // Conor Maynard
Word Count- 2402
Hey there! Hope you’re having a great day! Could I place a request for a Couple nor imagine please? The plot could maybe be where he comes back from tour a week early and the reader doesn’t know about and he asks the rest of the buttercreams to help him surprise you. If not then it’s no problem. Thanks x
Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours. You had been counting. Conor left exactly Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours ago. And you missed him more and more with every passing second. He had gone on the North American leg of his worldwide tour. His second album was #1 on all the charts and most of his concerts were sold out. You couldn’t be happier for him; but the emptiness in your heart was undeniable.
It’s not that Conor ignored you. No, it was rather the opposite. He’d make sure to text you non-stop throughout the day and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a random snap from the tour bus or dressing room. Every Sunday night, he’d Skype you and you two would talk until you fell asleep.
Yesterday he was in New York, tonight he’d be playing in Ohio, and tomorrow he’d be in Indiana. You kept up with his shows, watching the Instagram and twitter posts and the overflowing snaps stories; but mainly Jack’s.
The younger Maynard had decided to help George with the DJ’ing part of Conor’s tour. So most of your nights were filled with you sitting on your couch re-watching Jacks story over and over again just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.
Tonight would’ve been like every other one, but you chose to dive into a new TV show. You needed something to take your mind off of Conor, just for a little bit. As you clicked onto the next episode of Shameless, you’re phone buzzed.
Don’t make plans on Friday, Caspar and I want to take you out to lunch.
You giggled as you typed a response.
I have a boyfriend.
A few minutes later he replied.
Haha very funny. But seriously, we miss you.
This made you smile. You hadn’t seen either of them since Joe’s house party a few weeks back.
Caspar and I
Miss you guys too :) pick me up at noon?
The rest of the night was spent curled up in your half empty bed, trying to focus on the lives of the Gallagher’s rather than your own.
Four months, 16 days, and 4 hours.
His American leg was supposed to be six months, then he’d come back to London for two weeks. Then he’d be heading on to the South American leg of his tour for another 5-6 months.
It was less than two months until you would see him again, but it felt like a lifetime. You just had to wait a little bit longer.
You were currently cleaning the flat; not that it needed it though. Then your phone rang.
“Hey.” You said as you organized the movies on the shelf.
“Hey, Y/n.” Joe’s voice rang through the phone.
“What’s up Joe?” you were only half focused on the conversation.
“I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday,” he said.
“Actually yeah, I am.” you said, but then realized how rude that sounded.
“Oh…” you could tell he was feeling awkward.
“I am so sorry! That sounded so rude,” you laughed to try and lighten the mood. “But I’m going out to lunch with Oli and Caspar. You’re more than welcome to join us.”
“Oh no, that’s okay.”
“Joe,” you said sternly.
“You’re going to lunch with us. Just come over to the flat at 11:30. Oli will pick us up at noon.”
“No, Y/n. I don’t want to intrude.”
“Joe, you’re part of the group. It’s not intruding.”
“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Great!” you cheered and then ended the call.
Four months, 17 days 2 hours.
You woke up rather late on Friday. It was a complete accident though. You had stayed up on Thursday watching Conor’s old videos. It was very emotional and you just couldn’t fall asleep. So then you headed over to his Instagram and just scrolled, reminiscing all the old moments. Before you knew it, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.
So as you slowly made your way to the kitchen, you were in no rush to get ready.
Then there was a knock at that door. You stared at it for a solid 30 seconds before reluctantly dragging yourself to the door.
“Morning love!” Mikey smiled brightly at you.
“Mikey, what the bloody hell are doing at my flat at 10 in the morning?” you let him in nonetheless.
“Am I not allowed to hang out with my favorite person?” he laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.
“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, following his suit. “But I have plans today.”
Panic flashed across his face and he started stuttering, “I- what- you- I mean… you have plans? What plans? With who?”
You laughed, “Calm down mom.”
“I’m not your mom.”
“I could’ve sworn you were,” you said in a serious tone, but your face showed you were being sarcastic.
“But seriously, what are your plans?”
You grabbed the milk from the fridge, “Going out to lunch with Oli, Caspar and Joe.”
“Yeah, do you want to come?” you handed him his preferred cereal and waited for a reply.
“No, I um… I already had plans too,” he played with the spoon in his hand.
“Then why’d you come over?” you gave him a small smile.
“I uh, I wanted to see you duhh.”
“Mikey, you can come with us. They won’t mind.”
“Okay,” he flashed his classic smile which made you smile.
You two finished your breakfast and Mikey happily waited in the living room as you got ready. While you continued to do your hair, you heard a knock at the door.
“Hey, Mikey? Could you get the door?” you yelled from the bathroom.
“Sure,” he replied and a few seconds later another pair of feet were padding around your living room.
“I’ll be done in five minutes, I promise!”
“Don’t rush love, I’m early.” Joe called from the living room.
“Hey,” you said opening the doors. “I invited Joe and Mikey as well. Hope you don’t mind.”
Oli gave you a hug, “Of course not.”
“The more the merrier, right?” Caspar smiled, pulling you in for a hug.
Oli and Caspar arrived at your flat around 11:50 and since none of your cars were big enough to fit all 5 of you, you had to wait for an Uber.
You five finally made it to Central London by 12:30 and had lunch at a small little sandwich place. Lunch went by smoothly. Caspar, Oli and Joe vlogging part of it and all four of you helping Mikey talk to a girl on Tinder.
“Would you mind if we stopped by a few shops before we head back?” you ask the boys as you leave.
“I don’t see why not,” Oli looked at the other boys for assurance.
“As long as we stop by TopShop,” Joe said.
“Yay!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around Mikey and Caspar’s neck.
The boys hadn’t complained once since you started shopping, which was very unusual.
“So why aren’t you begging me to go home yet?” you asked as you walked to another shop.
“Huh?” Mikey asked.
“What do you mean?” Oli questioned.
“You guys hate shopping. So why are you guys not complaining?”
“We don’t mind it,” Joe smiled.
“Bullshit,” you stopped walking. “What’s going on? Why are you guys being so weird?”
“We’re not being weird,” Caspar laughed. “We just want you to have a good day.”
“That’s all, love.” Mikey added.
“Because we know you miss him,” Oli said simply.
“Oh,” you looked at the ground. “Thanks.”
“Of course, love.” Joe smiled.
“Ready to go home?” you headed towards a bench.
“Uh,” Oli said, grabbing his phone.
“What’s wrong?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“Just gotta… call the Uber!” he said and rushed off.
“Since when do you call Uber’s?”
“It’s Oli, he’ll realize soon enough.” Caspar laughed causing the three of you to join in.
After another 30 minutes, the Uber finally arrived. The ride was very awkward; you used your phone as an escape from the silence filled car. Meanwhile, all the boys were exchanging worried looks as the car arrived closer to its destination.
You finally dragged your eyes away from the illuminating screen. But you weren’t where you were supposed to be. The Uber stopped.
“Why are we at Jack’s?” you glared at the boys.
“I forgot something here a few days ago,” Joe gave you a sheepish smile.
“Okay,” you said, unlocking your phone again.
“Hey Casp, wanna help me look for it?” Joe asked as he opened the door. The blonde nodded and followed the older man into the building.
“Where the hell are they??” you whined. It had been a solid five minutes.
“Let me go check,” Mikey slipped out of the Uber and ran into the building Joe and Caspar had walked into a few minutes earlier.
You gave Oli a look and he just awkwardly looked out the window.
“I’m sorry, but I really need to go get some other people.” The Uber driver gives you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.
You sighed and grabbed your bags, “It’s okay, and have a great day!”
“Sorry,” Oli says, scratching his neck as you two stood out in the cold.
“Might as well go help the others look,” you walked into the building.
Oli followed you and pulled out his vlogging camera. He began speaking to the camera, making sure not to bother you. When the elevator doors opened, he switched the camera onto you.
“What are you doing?” you looked past the camera and continue towards Jack’s door.
“Just vlogging,” he shrugged.
You turned back, “Mikey? Why aren’t you in there?”
“Uh…” he stammered, holding a camera as well. “Just go in.”
You gave both boys a weird look but opened the door nonetheless.
“Joe? Caspar? What are looking for?” you ask as you walk in, keeping your eyes on Oli.
“Oh uh, hi.” Josh said. “You weren’t supposed to be here yet.”
“Josh? What are you doing here?!?!” you questioned.
“What? Who’s here?” Joe appeared from the hallway, Caspar right behind. “What are you doing up here?”
“Waiting for you! The Uber left. What’s going on here?”
“Nothing,” they all say in unison.
“Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded. “Now.”
“Hey Joe, is Y/n still in the Uber?” a familiar voice says, it’s respective body emerging from the hallway.
“Jack?” you whisper.
“Uh, hi?” he says.
“You’re supposed to be on tour…” you continued to whisper, more to yourself than to him.
“About that…” he trailed off.
Tears began to well in your eyes, “Is he here?”
No one answered.
You looked at each boy, all of them looking at each other for help.
“Is he here?” you repeated, voice weak.
Jack nodded, and stepped out of the way of the hallway. You sprinted from where you previously were to the door of Jack’s room. Your hand slowly went to the doorknob, but you quickly remove it. You were anxious.
It had been exactly four months, 17 days, 8 hours, 48 minutes, and 36 seconds since you had last seen him in person.
You just stood there. You were scared. What if he had changed? What if you had changed? What if you two weren’t meant for each other anymore?
Who cares? You love him.
You knew you were right. So you grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly opening the door.
He was looking in the mirror, checking his hair and outfit.
He had changed. He was buffer. His biceps were a lot more defined than when he left. He was also tanner. His completion looking extra good in his grey t shirt.
He hadn’t noticed you yet. He grabbed the flowers on the bed and turned to face you; a huge smile spreading across his face when he saw you.
“Ello, love.” He chuckled.
“What are you doing here?” you said quietly.
“I got a week off, and I had to see you.” He smiled.
You stood there for a few more seconds until you lunged yourself into his arms. He instantly dropped the roses and pulled you closer to him.
“I missed you so much baby,” he breathed into your neck. “So. Fucking. Much.”
“I missed you too,” you hugged him tighter, which he returned.
You two finally let go, but Conor kept his arms wrapped around your waist; and yours around his neck.
“You’re only here for a week?” you pouted.
“Yeah, but I had a question,” he started.
“Well ask away.”
“Come with me.”
You stepped back, “Are you serious? Because I swear to God if this is a prank, I’m going to kill you,” you turned around, looking for cameras.
He chuckled and laced your hands with his, “It’s not a prank, I promise.”
“Yes, of course I’ll go on tour with you,” you laughed, hugging him again.
“I have been waiting four months to hold you again,” he smiled, pulling you closer.
“And I’ve waited four months to kiss you again,” you giggled.
“Is that right?” he asked sarcastically, causing you to giggle again.
“Yes, so are you gonna make my wish come true?”
“Well, since mine did. I guess, I could help yours a little,” he exaggerated. He brought his lips to your neck and then to you jaw and then your cheek.
“There you go, wish come true.” He said, pulling away.
“Asshole,” you laughed.
“Did you expect something else?” he asked seriously, but his toothy smile showed you otherwise.
“A little,” you shrugged. “But you’re a bad kisser anyways.”
“Don’t lie,” he smirked. “You know my kisses are the best.”
“Prove it,” you smirked back.
Conor cupped your face in his hands, leaning closer to you.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too,” you whispered back.
He captured your lips in a kiss; it was all over the place. You two went from a heavy make-out session to little pecks all over each other’s bodies and then finally to what you guys have lacked the most in the past 4 months. And Conor definitely made sure to let you know how much he missed you that night.