All Started With a Song Part 2// Conor Maynard
Word Count- 491
Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you
A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) sorry that it’s so short! but its very important. please let me know what you think. because it’s so short i will put part 3 up tomorrow, i promise!
“What?” they asked in unison.
“He just DM’ed me.” You said quietly. “Conor Maynard just DM’ed me!” you started crying.
“OH MY GOD Y/N!”
“What did he say?!?!?”
“He wants to do a cover with me.”
“No fucking way!” Alice squeals once again.
“What do I say? How do I say it? Do I pretend to not know who he is?!?!” you questioned your best friends.
“Okay, say ‘thank you. And I would love to film with you… right after we hook up.’” Olivia says, causing Alice to snort.
“What? No!” you yelled, not knowing what to say.
After many minutes of bickering you settled with,
Hey Conor. Thank you, and that sounds like fun! When are you free?
You sighed grabbing the remote, he’d probably take a few days to reply. Might as well wait by binging Stranger Things once again.
You froze, there’s no way. It was probably Alice or Olivia.
I’ll free my schedule for you :) are you available next Friday?
You tried not to get to excited, he was just a normal person. You still waited a few minutes to respond, making sure not to click the notification.
After about 5 minutes you replied with,
Sounds good :) your place or mine?
You squealed, you might actually go to Conor Maynard’s house.
He replied later this time. An hour later.
Sorry, Jack got stranded. But mines fine, ill make sure to kick Jack and Josh out.
You giggled, of course Jack would get stranded.
Haha, if you insist on kicking them out me won’t complain. What time should I be there?
He didn’t reply until about 9 at night, but you tried not to think about it. He had his own life, it didn’t revolve around responding to you.
Sorry again :/ but is 4 okay? We can get dinner afterward?
You dropped your phone on your face, he wanted to eat dinner with you. You were baffled. This has to be a dream. It has to be.
That was all you said. It didn’t want to seem too crazy or fangirly.
Simple and sweet.
However Conor took it the wrong way.
“Jack I fucked up.” He said, running a hand through his hair.
“How?” he asked, not looking up from his FIFA game.
“I took forever to reply, and now she’s being short with me.” He sighed, dramatically falling onto the couch next to his brother.
“Dude, you’ve known her for less than a day. How can you already like her?” his brother questioned.
“I don’t like her!” Conor scoffed, “She just seems cool. I don’t want to piss her off.”
“Just don’t over think it bro.” Jack laughed, he knew his brother was crushing on this mysterious girl he knew nothing about.
Conor did the exact opposite. He knew he had to make it up to Y/n, but not because he liked her. He didn’t… did he?