chicken pasta something

CONOR’S DATE - a Conor Maynard imagine

Conor was leaving tomorrow morning for his tour. It would be your last chance to spend time with him for a few months. Even though it saddened you, you were determined for it to be a lovely night. He had gone out for the afternoon with all the boys and so, you decided to make a dinner for the both of you when he got back. You hadn’t told him that you had planned this and that made you excited. He probably wouldn’t end up staying out too late, you had reasoned, especially with his early morning scheduled. Hence, why you had thought a dinner would be the perfect, small surprise for him.

Arriving at his shared apartment, you used the spare hidden key to let yourself in. When you got in, you immediately set about cooking. You had decided to make a simple chicken pasta (something Conor would like) and make enough for the rest of the guys too, who would be sure to come around as well. Even if they didn’t all come back afterwards, there would at least be enough for Josh and Jack for the next few days. You boiled some water for the spaghetti and chopped up the chicken and some vegetables. As you did cook, you danced around the kitchen to your current favourite playlist. Cooking to music was definitely made it a lot more fun, considering you were on your own.

Your phone buzzed on the countertop and you saw that there was a text from Conor. He told you about what the guys and he were doing; chilling and a bit of fooling around on camera. You replied as you normally would, not saying anything about what you had organised, though in hindsight, it would have been a wiser move.

When the food was done, you went to ready the dining table. You decided to just set it up for the two of you and that the other boys could eat at the couch or in their rooms. You set out some cutlery and some glasses of water. You also pulled out one of the nicer smelling candles that the guys had and lit it, placing it between where you would both sit at the end of the table. It was a cute little placement and you were proud with your efforts. It neared 8 o’clock and was around the time Conor was meant to return to pack his bag. In preparation, you heated up two servings of the pasta and laid it on the table. You then switched all the lights off (leaving the candle) and sat in your eat at the table. You would be ready for him, when he returned.

Half an hour passed. Then an hour. Waiting and being patient was difficult; it was tempting knowing that you could ring him to tell him to come home. Reasons as to why he was late would flood your mind; maybe he was just helping out one of the guys with something or maybe something was wrong or maybe he was just late as usual. But you withheld, determined that your surprise would work.

The next thing you knew, someone was nudging you awake. You must have fallen asleep waiting.


You blearily wiped your eyes and looked up to see Conor standing beside you, house keys in hand. It all hit you again, this was a surprise! How could you have fallen asleep?!

Jumping up, you exclaimed, “Surprise!”

He and the other guys (from a quick glance, it looked like the whole squad) laughed at your sudden outburst. It would have been hilarious seeing you, a sleepy girl suddenly jump from the chair.

“You did all this for me?” Conor asked, looking still genuinely shocked.

You nodded, “What time is it?”

He sheepishly replied, “Its just gone 11. I’m sorry, I wasn’t home earlier!”

You shook your head; you weren’t mad. It was your fault for not telling him anything at all. He did continue to look really apologetic though. It was quite endearing.

“If you’re still hungry, I’ll take the apology because otherwise all this food would have been for nothing!” Remembering that the other guys were there as well, you added, “I also made enough for you guys, too.”

Conor, after realising that you weren’t mad, scooped you into a warm hug. You softened into his embrace, relaxing almost immediately. Over his shoulder, you saw that the other guys had gone to start warming up their own portions of your pasta. As starved as you were, you didn’t want to move from this hug.

“Thank you,” Conor whispered. “This is really nice.”

You just smiled and leant into him more, “I’m going to miss you when you’re on tour. I just wanted to spend this last night with you.”

“I’m sorry, again, Y/N. I should have been back earlier.”

You shook your head on his chest.

He laughed before joking, “Well, you could have at least nudged me to come home earlier too. Or at least told Jack or Caspar or something.”

That made you laugh, Conor was never too serious for long and that was one of your favourite things about him. It would be something you would miss endlessly, but at least there was still this moment.

“Alright, should we go eat?” you asked, starting to pull away from him.

“NO! I’M NOT LETTING YOU GO,” he mockingly squealed, continuing his antics until Joe came over and pried him off you.

“Jesus, Conor. The poor girl has made all this for you and you’re not eating? Its amazing!” Joe muttered, walking back to the kitchen where the others were.

Part of the DATE series.