Chapter 143

Lucy’s POV

I’ve got to say, I was kind of upset that Conor didn’t come and irritate me into going out with him at midnight last night. Well, what did I expect really? We’re kind of in the middle of an argument. I can’t just expect him to apologise to me.

“You what?” Jack gasps.

“I want to go. Jack, don’t make a big deal out of this. I just thought it might be fun” I sigh, informing him that I do in fact want to see his brother perform in concert tonight.

Although I told Conor the other night that I would come and see him in concert, I’ve recently been debating whether to go or not because of the slight argument we had on Tuesday. Who am I kidding though? I would’ve gone anyway when I think about it. As if I’d have stayed at home whilst everyone’s watching Conor perform. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

It’s Thursday night which means I only have 3 whole days in LA. I’m absolutely gutted that I have to go back to Brighton after this. It’s a pretty extreme change.

“Aw this is great, he’ll be well chuffed” he smiles, applying gel to his hair. I’m currently sat on my bed watching him get ready for tonight.

“Jack, we’ve both moved on now”

“Yeah, yeah” he rolls his eyes. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready then?”

“Yeah, I will in a sec” I groan, falling back on my bed.

“No because knowing you, it’ll take you an hour to get ready then the only song we’ll see him perform is bloody ‘Can’t Say No’ and I don’t think my ears can take it” he cringes. We’ve all heard that song so many times to be honest. I’m the only person who’s not bored of it.

“Alright, alright” I chuckle, standing up from my place and pulling out a simple dress to wear. I’m not thinking my outfit out too much. I’m just wearing a black dress with small mesh cut-out’s at the belly. Hang on a second... Conor got me this for my 16th birthday. I don’t know why I’ve even brought this.

I put it back on the hanger and as I’m about to put it back in my wardrobe, Jack grabs my wrist.

“What’s up with that?” he raises an eyebrow.

I shrug, “Just not feeling it”

“Mhm, just put it on Lucy” he rolls his eyes, clearly knowing that it’s the dress Conor got me.

I’m not even going to put up a fight. I quickly change out of my comfy clothes and slip into the dress, reassembling it to fit my body. I think I’ve finished growing now. I’ve been the same size since I turned 16.

I slide my feet into some flat ballet pumps and take my hair out of the pony tail. Shaking it out a bit, I decide to put it in a half up half down do, and apply a bit of mascara to my lashes. I’m not in the mood for making effort tonight.

“How do I look?” I frown at Jack who’s actually waiting patiently on my bed, texting away at his phone.

“Yeah, great” he smiles up at me. Knowing it’s the best response I’m going to get, I decide to make my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth. With a sigh, I apply the toothpaste onto my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth.

Will Conor even want me to come tonight? He’s making out like he hates me. I knew I shouldn’t have tried to kiss him. It was wrong and just completely spare of the moment sort of thing.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when the bathroom door bursts open to reveal an over-excited Jack.

“Come on, we’re going” he almost squeals.

I don’t know why he’s so excited about seeing his brother sing. He’s been to many of his concerts before but I think he just gets excited about being swarmed by girls in an arena that know he’s Conor’s brother.

Conor’s already at the arena he’s performing at tonight. He had to go at around 2pm to do sound check and stuff. I don’t know... Famous people stuff. I think he did a small meet and greet too with people who bought VIP tickets.

“Why did Conor leave so early?” Eleanor groans as she notices the Lamborghini’s not parked at his house.

“He had to do sound check and have a meet and greet”

“Who’d pay money to meet that asshole?” she cringes.

I know she’s only joking by what she just said. I think Conor and Eleanor’s relationship has actually kicked off to a good start so far. They’ve gotten on pretty well this week, but all the nasty comments that they take as ‘banter’ are still there.

“Wait, so all nine of us have to squeeze into this car?” she frowns in confusion. “Couldn’t he have ordered a party bus or limousine or something?”

“You’re so picky” I chuckle at my best friend.

“Hey, he’s rich now. I have high expectations” she shrugs.

“Well no actually, Anna went with him to the sound check so only eight people have to squeeze in the car” Jack informs us, walking over to the driver’s seat.

“Oh hell no, I’m not squishing up in the back” Matt shakes his head. “I’ll drive”

“Conor would kill me” Jack frowns.

“He doesn’t have to know” Matt shrugs. “It’s not like I can’t drive”

Jack glances around at us all before shrugging, “Okay, whatever”

“Right then” Matt rubs his hands together, taking Jack’s position of being the leader of the group. “Adam next to me in the front, Marie, Lauren and Angela in the back, Lucy on Marie’s knee, Eleanor on Lauren’s and Jack can go in the boot”

“What?” Jack’s face drops.

“Come on, Jack. It’s not like we’re locking you in. You can still peep over the back seats to see us” Matt shrugs. “We’ll have to park around the back of the arena though or I could be sent down for this”

“Whatever” everyone mumbles, piling into the car.

We arrive at the arena around twenty minutes later which honestly felt like an hour. That was the most uncomfortable, annoying car journey of my life.

I jump out of the car as if it’s on fire when Matt parks up around the back of the arena.

“Thank god for that” I breathe, smoothing down my dress.

“I’ll just give Conor a call” Jack tells me, jogging a couple of metres ahead of us all as we make our way to the back door.

“This is so cool, I feel like a celebrity” Eleanor sighs in satisfaction, walking by my side.

“Did you see how many people were queuing up outside?” I raise my eyebrows at her and she nods excitedly.

“Why do people pay to see the guy?” she shakes her head in disbelief. “Mind you, he has a pretty insane voice”

“Yeah” I nod in agreement.

“Are you excited?” she smirks.

“I actually am” I chuckle. “It’ll be cool to actually know the person on stage. I’m usually dying to meet them”

“I know” she sighs. “He better let me on stage for a bit”

“Why the hell would he let you on stage?” I ask as if she’s stupid. This girl dreams big.

“I don’t know. I’ll bribe him somehow” she shrugs.

“And what would you do on stage?” I raise an eyebrow, slightly amused at her theory.

It wouldn’t surprise me if this actually happens. Once she gets something in her head, she’ll have a good go at making it happen.

“I don’t know. Show the audience my moves” she smirks, beginning to do the robot.

I roll my head back in laughter, “You wouldn’t last two seconds. You’d get stage fright”

“Yeah, probably” she huffs.

“Right, Conor will be here any second” Jack tells us as we arrive at the back door. In a matter of 30 seconds, Conor pushes open the door and lets us through what I think is the fire exit.

I immediately see the huge stage and equipment that’s been set up. A few staff members and musicians are walking around the stage and talking amongst themselves. The rest of the arena is completely deserted and with the lights out, I can’t even see the back of it. This place is huge.

“You like it?” Conor smirks as he approaches me, microphone still in hand.

“Yeah” I almost gasp.

Wait, I’m still angry at him...

“Is that on?” I gasp in realisation when I realise his microphone is still in his hand.

“Yeah, want me to sing to you?” he wriggles his eyebrows.

Yes.

I scoff, “No”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take some time out of the show to dedicate a song to you” he winks.

“Conor, if you dare...” I trail off. I’ll actually kill him if he does that.

He rolls his head back in laughter, “Don’t worry, I won’t”

A wave of relief washes over me and I look behind Conor to see that the rest of the group are just wandering around the arena. Jack and Eleanor immediately catch my attention when I see them running across the top of the seats in the arena like Troy Bolton does in the middle of his ‘I Just Wanna Be with You’ rehearsal in High School Musical 3.

I turn back to Conor when I realise I just blanked out of our conversation, and take time to notice what he’s wearing. He’s just wearing a plain black t-shirt and some grey joggers with his white converse, and man, he makes it work.

“I’ll change for the show, chill out” he raises his hands in defence, clearly realising I’m checking him out.

I snap out of my thoughts, “Oh yeah, whatever”

I sound like an idiot.

“Why are you being nice to me?” I decide to change the topic. I wish I had more time to think of something else to get me out of the fact I was checking him out.

He shrugs, “I’m a nice person”

I just raise an eyebrow, making him chuckle.

“You still mad at me?” he sighs and I just nod, honestly. “How about I make it up to you tonight?”

“What?” my eyes almost pop out of my head.

“Nothing dirty” he rolls his eyes. “Unless you want to?”

Yes.

“No” I snap, shaking my head.

“Okay” he chuckles. “I’m glad you came though, thanks”

“Sure, no problem” I nod. “I kind of want to see what the buzz is all about”

“You won’t regret it” he winks. “We haven’t bumped into each other at midnight recently, though. We’ll have to get back to our usual tradition”

“It happened twice” I frown in confusion.

“I still miss it” he shrugs.

“Conor, you need to get ready” someone from the stage calls over to us.

“Alright” he nods. “Make sure you’re free tonight”

“What else am I going to be doing?” I hold my hands out in exasperation.

“I’m liking the attitude” he smirks, licking his lips as he walks away. “Follow the rest of the group” he nods to the left and I turn to see everyone already making their way into a different room.

“Bye” I wave and he blows me a kiss.

With a huge smile on my face and butterflies erupting in my stomach, I jog over to the rest of the group and take one more glance behind me at Conor, before walking through the double doors.

We walk down a long corridor, up a flight of stairs and turn left where I find myself overlooking the whole arena in a glass box sort of thing.

“Woah” Eleanor gasps, walking over to the edge of the glass. I follow behind her and look out to the stage. This is amazing. “This is what it feels like to be VIP” she gawps, taking a sip of her Coke.

My jaw drops slightly, “Where’s my Coke?”

“Oh, we got given them whilst you and Conor were flirting” she winks. “But I got you one, chill out”

She hands me the same plastic cup as hers making me smile in satisfaction as I take a sip. Mmm.

I take a seat in the ‘box’ next to Anna and Eleanor and wait patiently for Conor to come on. This is unreal. I can’t believe I’m actually watching him perform... and in such luxury.

“I’ve got to say, I did expect to be backstage” Eleanor frowns. Honestly, she always has something to complain about.

“What would you see from there?”

“True” she shrugs. “But it’s buggered up my chances of getting on stage”

I chuckle, “Maybe he’ll let you on when the show’s finished”

She gasps, “Oh my god, yeah”

After waiting another half an hour or so, lots of people start to pile into the arena. I take time to notice all the merchandise people are bringing in. Some are wearing similar t-shirts with Conor’s name on them or even his face on them, and some have even gone to the extent of creating banners for the guy to notice them. I hope he does pay attention to them; they’re freaking amazing and look like they’ve had a lot of time spent on them. Some banners even have lights on them... That’s incredible! How were they even made?

As you can probably tell, I lack in creativity. I bet most people know how to stick a few lights on a bloody poster.

Other people in the arena wear bright clothing or bring foam fingers, glow in the dark sticks and lots of other things to stand out. Everyone looks absolutely amazing. Conor’s so lucky to have people that like him so much that they put all this effort in for one night. It even amazes me that people have paid for tickets and have made effort to come here just to see him. It’s unbelievable.

“Woah” Eleanor mumbles, staring in amazement at everyone that excitedly finds their seats. “I don’t think I’ve come to terms with the fact he’s famous yet”

“Me neither. This is incredible” I shake my head in amusement.

It’s so weird to see that people actually take time out of their life to come and see Conor Maynard sing. The guy that used to sit in his room and create covers of songs on his little recording studio. The guy that I freaking dated for months is now selling out arenas, has his own mansion in America and has made a bloody album!

“As if you split up with him” she shakes her head.

I frown in confusion, “Well he did cheat on me. I wouldn’t have stayed with him just because he was going to get famous a couple months later!”

“Yeah but look what you lost out on” she shrugs.

“Eleanor, it probably wouldn’t have worked anyway. I would’ve just been in the way”

It’s true. Now that I think about it, I don’t think Conor and I would’ve ever worked out. I would’ve gotten in the way of his plans. We would’ve had literally no time to see each other because he would’ve been so busy creating an album and having concerts and stuff. Besides, he would’ve had to move to America and that would’ve really messed things up.

It makes me think... Could we even work now?

I mean, the asshole is growing on me and I seem to be falling for him harder each second I spend with him. He just says all the right things and I don’t know... I think after being away from him for so long, I kind of want to make up for lost time.

“You so like him” she smirks, shaking her head in amusement at me.

“No, I don’t!” I say way too quickly, making her laugh even more.

I don’t want to leave on Monday, and not just because I’m in America. A certain guy’s stopping me from wanting to go. I was expecting a week of hell but this has been quite the opposite. Yeah, we’ve already had a fair share of disagreements but that’s just what we’re like. We always find a way of getting over it.

We always work things out.

Fucking hell... I’m in love with the guy all over again.

I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving him.

I’m screwed....