Headphones [Conor Maynard Fanfic]

Conor Maynard the UK's new teen heartthrob from Brighton and Jess the kind of person nobody pays any extra attention to. Could you image them two being best friends? Me neither. Somethings are destined to be but others aren't. Which is this friendship? {COMPLETED}

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12. Chapter Twelve.

Conor Maynard Fanfic.
'Be Yourself, Someone Loves You For It' 

Chapter 12.
Recap:
"Jess?" Someone shouted across the town square!
CRAP!!

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Damn! Someone's seen me and that means they've seen Conor! The person that shouted managed to weave their way through the crowd towards me.
"Ally!" I squealed running towards my best friend. "I've missed you so much. By the way this is Conor," I cried as we hugged each other until we couldn't breathe.
"What happened to your leg?" Ally asked.
"Long story," Conor and I shouted in unison. We looked at each other and Conor's eyes had an added sparkle in them. He spent the rest of the day talking to Ally and going off in private. "Guys Im off home, I know where I'm not wanted," I announced before heading to my car. I've got no idea if they even heard me shout they were too busy eye-flirting to acknowledge me. After telling them I was leaving, I jumped in the car and drove home. I got into my leopard print onesie and put on disney channel searching for Austin and Ally. When it turned 6 O'Clock I called for a takeaway for Conor and I, expecting him to come home soon. While I waited I plodded into my room and dumped myself in front of my vanity mirror. I need a new look but what to change first? In the bathroom there was my Mums hair dye and all her make up.
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The takeaway came as I was dying my hair so I paid the delivery person and continued my make over. At 8 Conor came back as he was staying at mine again.
"What have you done to your hair?" Conor asked staring at the birds nest on my head.
"I thought I could've done with a new look so I died my hair black, red was boring. I'm sick of all the cruel taunts! Do you not like it?" I replied nervously awaiting his reply because it meant so much to me. 
"It's.... Different bit I'll still love you whatever you look like. What do you mean 'cruel taunts'? Conor answered mumbling the middle bit. 
"What did you say?"
"Is that food I can smell?" Conor got up and hopped out of the room at a very rapid pace.
Later that evening I overheard Conor on the phone..

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