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}


3. Chapter Three.

Conor Maynard Fanfic.

Everything Is Not What It Seems.


When I got to the top of my street I reached into my bags to get my keys out and dropped them down the drain. Today just couldn't get worse,or so I thought!


I turned around to go and get some keys of my Mum when I bumped into someone.

"Hi, I'm Conor. And you are?" The not so mystery person said before he looked up at me. "Jess?" he asked quietly. I just nodded shocked by the fact that Conor was stood in front of me. "I saw what happened a minute ago. Do you want to come to mine until your Mum finishes work?" he kindly offered and since it seemed the method that used the least amount of my energy I agreed as Conor lead me to his car. The drive back to his took about 45 minutes because we took a de-tour to get petrol but when we pulled up at his house I didn't know what to do. Something didn't feel right but I ignored that annoying voice at the back of my head and tried to enjoy chilling with Conor. We sat down and started to watch Fast and Furious with snacks and drinks. Midway through the film Conor left the room for a bit and everything got too much. I scribbled out a note for him saying,

To Conor,

Sorry for randomly leaving but I can't stay.

Hope you do well with your single.

Once again sorry :(

Jess x

Once I left the house, I had no where to go so I just ran and ran until I couldn't run any further. I slid my back down the cold brick wall, exposing my bare back to the painful bits of the wall getting scrapes all over, and slumped down on the floor. I tried to find my phone in my bag only to find that I'd left it at Conor's. Somewhere in my bag I found my mirror to check how I looked and apparently I 'd been crying as my jet black mascara was smudged across my porcelain coloured cheeks. My green eyes were no longer surrounded by eye liner because that had smudged too. The last thing I checked was my hair, it had become proper messy from running so instead of looking like straight brunette hair it looked like a bird had made its nest on my head! My watch said that it was 4:30 and my Mum would leave work soon. I was sort of lost because I paid no attention to where I was running but at least I got out before he could ask any questions. Once again I started my walk home to sit on the step until Mum got home. When I got home I rolled my jumper up and used it as a pillow to rest my head on.

"Are you ok?" a voice that I'd never heard before said. I opened my eyes to see who it was and got a slight shock.

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