Comfortable || Conor Maynard Imagine
“Hey baby,” Conor closes the door kicking off his shoes.
“Hi,” I say as he presses his lips to mine for a split second. My eyes trained on the computer screen in front of me as tears build up threatening to fall.
“What?” Conor asks letting me know he’s watching me. I shake my head standing from the computer chair I was sat in.
“I’m so tired Con,” I say throwing my hands into the air.
Conor is taken aback by this, “Then sleep?” he says confusedly.
I laugh sadistically, “Not that kind of tired. I’m tired of never seeing you. I’m tired of not getting the version of you that everyone else gets.”
“Where has this come from?” He asks exasperatedly.
“We’ve lived together for six months. Out of those six months, I’ve seen you for two.” I narrow my eyes at him.
“I have a job Y/N,” Conor sighs.
“You also have a girlfriend,” I cross my hands over my chest.
“You know how much I love you.”
“No, not anymore. You don’t love me. You love the comfort of having me. Of having a girlfriend.” I seeth.
“What the fuck?” Conor curses.
“You did love me-,” I say Conor interrupting me.
“Who are you to tell me how I feel?” Conor inquires.
“But you don’t love me anymore. Please don’t lie to me anymore and say that you do. It hurts so fucking much waking up without you and going to sleep without you. I can’t pretend that I’m not hurting Conor. Is there someone else?”
“There is no way I would cheat on you! I could never lie to you, ever,” His eyes darken, “But you are right about one thing.”
“And that is?” I question.
“I was comfortable, I am comfortable. Since we’re being honest, I was going to propose to you. I thought you were the one. And now I see that you’re just like every other girl out there.”
Tears fall from my eyes one after another. He spins on his heel and walks away from me picking up his previously discarded coat on the way.
“If you walk out that door, I will never forgive you,” I shout after Conor as he stomps his way to our front door, his hand is placed upon the handle. I watch his body tense. The tears that were once falling from my eyes stop.
“Then don’t.” Conor opens the door stepping out and slamming it behind him.
All it takes is one fight, to lose everything. It was that day that I realized the apartment I was stood in wasn’t my home. I realized that home isn’t a place, it’s a person. I lost my home that day.