All Started With a Song Part 12 // Conor Maynard
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) IT’S HERE! bet ya weren’t ready for that plot twist ;)
The night ended with all six of you heading back to the hotel. It wasn’t until about 2 am that the guys left.
“Wait!” you protested as they stood up. “We all need to switch numbers so we can have group chat after we leave!”
“Ok,” Justin laughed as he grabbed your phone.
“Gimme,” you motioned for Tyler to give you his phone.
After everyone had each other’s number, the boys left.
“Alright, I’m going to bed.” you said as you plopped onto the bed.
“Same,” Alice yawned.
“I’m gonna go call Sean,” Olivia grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony.
You three didn’t wake up until about 11 am. And none of you rushed to get ready.
“Hey, I’m gonna call Anth and see what the plan is,” you said as you walked out to the balcony, leaving the other girls to continue getting ready.
After a few rings, Anth picked up. “Hey, Y/n.”
“Hi. What’s up?” you ask, looking at the city below.
“Nothing, just chilling at home.” He sounded hesitant, but you brushed it off. It was probably nothing.
“Do you still want to go to the Santa Monica Pier?”
“Listen, Y/n…” he trailed off.
You laughed, “You can say no.”
“It’s not that…” he said and you began to worry.
“Y/n, Conor left.”
“What do you mean he left?” your voice cracked.
“He went back to London last night. He was really upset,” Anth was biting his slip almost to the point of drawing blood. He didn’t want either of his friends to be sad. He just wanted them both to realize that they were in love.
“About what?!?!” you yelled, tears threatening to fall. “What could he possibly be upset about?”
“He saw that you were hanging out with another guy,” Anth explained.
“Oh. My. God.” You sighed. “He’s so fucking childish! Maybe if he actually talked to me then he would know he was just a friend.”
“Y/n, just please try to fix this. You guys are perfect for each other.”
“Obviously we’re not Anth!” you began crying. “He plays me like a fucking game. He treats me like crap and then gets mad when I’m not interested anymore!”
“He likes you a lot,” Anth tried to level with you.
“He has a real shit way of showing it.”
“It’s not your fault,” you yawned. “Sorry for flipping out on you; you didn’t deserve that.”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “You still want to go to Santa Monica Pier?”
“Sure,” you smiled even though he couldn’t see it. “Meet us there in an hour.”
You tried. You tired really hard. But you just couldn’t. Every time you weren’t talking, your mind would flood with him. Whether it be his smile, his hair, his voice or anything else. It was him. Always had been and always will be.
You walked down the pier trying to stay tuned in to the conversation, but you just couldn’t. You wanted to see him, feel him, and be with him. And you couldn’t. And that killed you.
You needed him.
“Y/n? You aright, love?” Alice asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Yeah, just a lil homesick,” you plastered on a fake smile.
“C’mon babes,” Olivia smiled. “We’ll be home soon enough.”
So a few more hours were spent at the pier and then you four went out to lunch.
After lunch, you guys arrived at Anth’s apartment at around 2 o’clock.
“So, you girls are leaving tomorrow…” Anth said as you three entered his apartment.
“Yeah, our flights at noon.” Alice frowned.
“I don’t wanna leave,” Olivia pouted.
“Same, but I couldn’t stay here forever.” You said, sitting on the floor.
“I could, 100%. This place is like paradise,” Alice laughed.
“Have you ever considered moving to London?” Olivia asked Anth.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I have actually. But I’m super close with my family and I couldn’t do that to them. Tours are hard enough as it is.”
“That’s understandable,” you give him a small smile.
“So what do you ladies want to do on your last night in LA?”
“Hmmm, movie night?” Alice suggested.
“Yes! Let’s have a Harry Potter marathon!” Olivia squealed.
“Do you have the Harry Potter movies?” you asked.
Anth gasped and put a hand over his heart, “I am truly offended that you even had to ask.”
Anth put in the first of eight and you four spent the rest of the evening making jokes and reciting entire scenes.
As the fourth movie came to a close, you looked at the time.
“Bloody hell, its two in the morning!” you laughed.
“We better get back and pack,” Alice said.
“Since when are you the responsible type?” Liv giggled, earning a glare from the brunette.
“Do you guys need a ride to the airport?” Anth asked.
“Thanks, but we’d hate for you to go out of or way.” You said.
He laughed, “It’s no big deal, I promise.”
“Wanna help us pack too?” Alice said sarcastically.
“No, but I can keep you company if you like.”
“Sure!” Olivia said. “Let’s use the little time we have left to our advantage.”
“We’re not dying, Liv.” You laughed.
“Who knew packing could be so fun?” you laughed as you shoved a pair of shorts into your suitcase.
Anth had decided to show you girls his playlist; which was lit as hell. You all began singing while he watched you three back your bags.
Anth paused the music, “Its 10:30, you girls should probably be at the airport by now.”
“Just a few more things!” Olivia said, cramming a few more souvenirs into her bag.
“Here,” Alice laughed, grabbing one of the bags. “I can put it in my bag.”
“Thanks,” she sighed.
“C’mon, you’re gonna be lateeeeeeeee.” Anth whined, already halfway out the door.
The ride to the airport was also filled with many good songs. Once you got the airport, the goodbye to Anth was sadder than you expected.
“Thank you,” you cried into Anth’s shoulder. “For trying to help us.”
“Of course,” he hugged you tighter.
After you finally let go of your American friend, you three silently walked to your gate. None of you wanted to leave, but you all three wanted nothing more to be home. The flight back home was filled with sleeping. Alice and Olivia slept the entire way, except for small bathroom breaks. But you, you only slept for a little bit. After a tiny power nap, your mind was racing. You thought of all the things you could do when you got off the plane. But only one stuck out.
You had to see Conor.
“Do you guys want to go to my place, and just chill before we get back into our daily routine?” Alice asked as you three waited for your Uber.
“I’m down as long as you have wine and pizza,” Olivia smiled.
“Sure, but I have to go somewhere before that.”
You rolled your eyes sarcastically, “I wonder…”
“Do you want us to go with you?” Olivia gave you a heartfelt smile.
“No, this is something I need to do on my own,” you said. “But thank you.”
“Anytime,” she winked.
The Uber ride to Alice’s was normal. You girls quietly chatted until the car had arrived at her place.
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.” you said to the girls and gave the Uber address Conor’s address. The nerves started to rise in your stomach as you grew closer to the apartment. You had no idea what was to come.
You walked up the stairs to his floor and slowly walked to his door. You knocked, and stepped back, heart beating faster than usual.
The door opened and Jack Maynard stood there, a smile quickly approaching his lips.
“So you’re the girl my brother went to America for,” he chuckled, leaving against the door frame.
“Yeah, uh is he here?”
“Yep,” he said, opening the door and motioning for you to come in.
“Conor!” he shouted. “Someone’s here for you!”
You followed him into the living room where Josh was sat on the couch, controller in hand.
“Oh. My. God. You’re her?”
“Yeah…” you said slowly, who else knows about you two?
Everyone. Literally everyone, you dumbass.
“Who could possibly be here to see me?” Conor laughed from the hallway.
You and Jack turned around, watching his expression change.
It went from comical, to confusion, to sadness but then settled on anger.
“What do you want?” he said coldly.
You were slightly taken aback, “I want to talk.”
“Why?” he crossed his arm.
“I think you know why,” you looked at him, your heart breaking into a million pieces.
“Fine,” he said and led you to the balcony.
“What do you have to say?” he scolded.
“Okay. First of all, you can lose the attitude. And second of all, I want you to explain.”
“Explain what?” he asked.
“I just want to hear your side of the story.”
“I don’t have one,” he said simply.
“So you can’t tell me why you did what you did? Why you flew all the way to bloody America for me, but then left before actually apologizing?”
“No,” he sighed. “I was just confused. I was jealous, but then I relished that I fucked up. But then I saw you with the other dude. And I just got so angry.”
“What other dude? Clayton?” you asked.
“I don’t know how he is. He was on your Instagram, and he was obviously into you. I just felt unwanted.”
“Really?!?! YOU felt unwanted? Are you fucking kidding me???” you yelled at him. “You treated me like actual shit but got pissed off when I wasn’t still hung up on you! You’re literally the epitome of a fuckboy, yet I can’t help being in love with you! You piss me off more than anything in the world yet you were the first person that I wanted to see when I landed! So don’t you dare say that you felt unwanted?”
“You gave me mixed signals! You would seem interested but when you had picture of you kissing a guy! How was I supposed to know if you were interested or not!!”
“What picture of me kissing someone?”
“The one with the balloon where you’re on his back!”
“Oh my god,” you laughed, yet you were far from showing humor. “That’s my fucking brother, which you would know if you bothered to get to know me!”
He stepped towards you, “I tried! You were the one who got short with me!” he poked you in the chest.
Jack opened the door to the balcony, “Mate, back up.”
“Stay out of this Jack!” he yelled, yet his eyes stayed looked with yours. “You said something. Say it again.” His features softened.
“Which part?” you asked.
“The part where you say you love me,” he said, turning his pointed finger into a flat palm, he wanted to feel your heartbeat.
“I am so incredibly in love with you Conor Maynard.”
“I’m in love with you too, Y/n.” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
You giggled, “Of course.”
After you two awkwardly went back into his flat and awkwardly said goodbye to Josh and Jack, you headed over to Alice’s.
You were all lounged around her living room, a pointless show playing in the background.
Conor was deep into an awkward fan story when there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” Olivia said.
“No! Alice should,” you smiled.
“Wow thanks.” She rolled her eyes but got up nonetheless.
Get up you mouthed at Liv who gave you a questioning look. You two and Conor followed the brunette to the door.
She opened the door and froze. Liv did the same, yet you were smiling ear to ear.