I Hate Me Too || Conor Maynard Imagine
“Ugh! I fucking hate you, Maynard!” I scream slamming my hands down onto the counter in front of me.
“No, you don’t, and that’s the problem, that’s why you’re here,” Conor says, “You’ve stayed with me this long because you love me.”
“You fucking asshole,” I spit, “You told everyone, and I mean literally everyone, that I’m a slut!”
“That’s not what I said, I said that we had a lot of sex! What the fuck is wrong with saying that?” He says anger coursing through us both.
“It makes me seem like a slut Conor!” I shout.
“No, it doesn’t.” He breathes.
“Conor I’ve read what they say about me, they already thought that I was just with you for the money or the fame,”
“Don’t read what they have to say, they don’t know us.”
I push his chest as he comes to stand in front of me, “I fucking hate you. But even worse I’ve started to hate me too.”
Conor throws a punch into the wall behind me making me jump.
“Don’t you dare say that,” He breathes.
“Conor! I’ve not been given a reason not to hate me! Your fans hate me! I can’t fucking imagine the shit they’re saying about me now!” I shout, his face only a meter away from mine.
“Who gives a fuck Y/N?”
“I do! I will always care what your fans think of me!”
“Well don’t!” Conor shouts, my eyes widen and my body become rigid.
“Maybe were better off apart. Where I won’t have to worry about what they say, would you like that? Would you like to be able to fuck any girl that you wished? I bet you would like that!” I shout back tears brimming my eyes, “You’re right, I do love you, But do you want to know something? I fucking hate me, because of what they’ve said. You always tell me not to read it or to-”
Conor places his lips on mine, effectively shutting me up. I feel all of the anger rush out of me, replaced by my love of the boy in front of me. Conor pulls away from me eyeing me cautiously.
“I love you, please don’t hate yourself,”
“I love you too,” I whisper placing my lips on his again.