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}


20. Chapter Twenty.

Conor Maynard Fanfic.
'All good things come to an end'

Chapter 20.
'To Jess: I'd love to go out with your family for dinner, I'll come round about 5ish. Tell Nic I can't wait to see her either! Love You, 
Conor xx'

During dinner I noticed Conor acting as if he would rather be somewhere else, for example- Away from me! Throughout the meal he seemed to be ignoring everything I said to him. Nicola, who was sat opposite me, decided she was the entertainment for our table- which I have to admit did take my mind off the 'Conor thing'. She was singing One Direction songs as loud as her tiny vocal choirs could. Just before desserts came my chest started to hurt again, I clutched at my chest and rummaged through my Mum's bag for my inhaler. I took two puffs of my inhaler and the pain eased immensely. 
"I'm going to the bathroom," Conor stated sliding his chair away from the table and speeding away from the table towards the front door (?) Mum gave me a 'You should follow him' look so I did as I was told. 

-Outside The Restaurant-
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted as soon as I caught up with Conor.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? Don't you trust me to go to the bathroom alone?" He yelled back. 
"Sorry? I have just got out of hospital after having a bad Asthma attack, you walk the opposite way to the bathroom where you were supposedly going and now it's my fault I'm annoyed. You've practically annoyed me all night since I left the hospital," I snapped, my eyes filling with tears threatening to spill over.
"I'm-I'm leaving for America," Conor blurted out. I was speechless.
"I'm leaving to go over to America, I'll be gone at least a year. That's why I've been off all night. I found out after you invited me out for this dinner but I didn't want to ruin it for you. I leave tomorrow morning" he explained.
"I'm sorry. I can't do this. I've got to go," and with that I was gone. Once again I found myself running away from my problems, back to the place I felt safest, my doorstep. Luke left his house but ignored my sobs as he walked past on the other side of the road. I pulled out my Phone and text my Mum.

'To Mum: Sorry I left, I'm at home now. When you get back I need to talk. Love you, J xx'

-20 Minutes Later-

Mum had just got home and we were currently sat in my room on my bed while I cried into her shoulder.
"He is such an arrogant piece of work and I never want to talk to him again," I snarled.
"Well there is someone who wants to see you.." Mum said.

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