Chapter 76

“Can I do your make-up?” I gasp and his eyes grow twice the size.

“No way” he shakes his head.

“Why? I’ll do it nicely” I try to persuade him.

“I’m a man, and men don’t wear make-up” he crosses his arms across his chest.

“Please!” I pout. “I’ll let you do mine”

“No”

“Pretty please” I beg and he sighs.

“Fine” he moans and I squeal. I run over to the bag I brought here and pull out my make-up bag. “Do you always bring make-up in your bag?” he frowns.

“Yeah, pretty much” I shrug.

“Why?”

“I don’t know to be honest. I like to know it’s there”

“You don’t even need make-up though” he laughs dryly.

“How would you know? When do you ever see me without it?”

“Whenever you sleep over” he frowns. “I've probably seen you more times without it than with it” he laughs.

“True” I shrug.

“You don’t need it” he smirks.

“Aw, thank you” I smile. I sit on the bar stool next to him and scatter my make-up out on the kitchen table.

“You need to tell me what you’re putting on then” he warns me before I start. I roll my eyes.

“Foundation” I say slowly, squeezing a bit on the back of my hand and applying it to his face with a brush. He’s pulling faces the whole time and when I’m finished, I hand him a small mirror in my bag.

“What. The. Fuck?” he frowns, staring at himself in shock. I burst out laughing and he starts pouting.

“It’s your red lipstick!” a tear rolls down my face and I hold my stomach in laughter.

“I’m taking this off” he shakes his head.

“No, you need to do mine first” I smirk and he rolls his eyes. He starts applying make-up where it shouldn’t be applied – e.g. foundation on my lips and lipstick on my eyelids – and when he’s done, he bursts out laughing. “Give me the mirror!” I moan.

He passes me the mirror and I gasp in shock. I have mascara down my cheeks and the biggest slag line going.

“I have a slag line!” I gasp.

“Oh, I forgot to rub it in” he laughs.

“My eyes have gone sticky from the lipstick” I laugh and he does the same.

“Can we take it off now? My face feels horrible” he frowns and I nod. I get some make-up wipes out of my bag and we spend at least 15 minutes taking it off. We also go to the bathroom and wash our faces to get rid of the parts that won’t come off. My eyelids still feel sticky...

“What kind of idiot puts lipstick on eyelids?” I huff and he laughs.

“Sorry I’m not a make-up artist”

“You don’t need to be a make-up artist to understand that lipstick goes on your lips” I smirk and he laughs.

“Anyway, what film are we watching?” he changes the subject and walks out of the bathroom.

“I brought The Conjuring” I shrug.

“Shit, I’m not watching that” his eyes go wide and he shakes his head. “They all went to see it in cinema and me and Mike were the only ones that didn’t go”

“So I had to sit through all the Paranormal Activities, shitting myself, and you can’t watch one film?”

“Lucy, it’s based on a fucking true story!” he panics and I start laughing.

“Well I put up with every single Paranormal Activity film so I think you can cope with one” I roll my eyes.

“I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight” he sighs, walking downstairs. I follow him down and throw myself on the sofa.

“Where are your Mum and Anna anyway?” I ask as he sets up the TV.

“Anna’s having a sleepover and Mum’s gone to a work party thing and is staying in a hotel afterwards” he explains and gestures for me to throw him the film case. I throw it him and he hesitantly puts the disc in the side of the 60” TV. It’s ginormous.

He grabs the remote and runs over to the sofa I’m on, throwing his body on me.

“Get off” I moan, pushing him to the side. We eventually get into a comfortable position and I’m lying on his chest with our feet sprawled out at the other end of the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket. We also changed into something more comfortable. I changed into my joggers and an oversized t-shirt that I brought over and Jack changed into some sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt.

The whole way through the film, we’re jumping and squealing – Jack’s screaming – but it finally finishes and we’re just led on the sofa shaking.

“Now you know why I didn’t want to watch it” he sighs, turning the TV off by the remote. I’m literally sweating.

“That was so scary” I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding in.

“I did warn you”

“Shut up, Jack” I frown, getting off the sofa.

“Or what?” he challenges me.

“I’ll buy you that doll on the film for Christmas” I smirk, silencing him. “Let’s get ice cream!”

“Yeah!” he smiles widely, jumping off the sofa and running into the kitchen. He gets out a big tub and hands me a spoon and we just eat as much as possible.

“I’ve got brain freeze” I manage to say with a mouthful of ice cream in my mouth.

“Same” he moans, holding his forehead. I decide to stop eating before I get sick, and put my spoon in the sink.

“What time is it?” I frown as I follow Jack up the stairs.

“Half eleven” he tells me. Time has literally flown by. We step into his room and he gets out his laptop. “What do you usually do on a ‘sleepover’?” he uses air quotes.

I shrug, “Same that we’re doing now”

“Don’t you each other’s make-up and have face masks and pillow fights? And do the ‘best friend tag’?” he smirks. How typical.

“The best friend tag?” I raise my eyebrow and he laughs. “We should do that actually”

“I was joking”

“Well it wasn’t funny. Come on, let’s do it” I laugh, turning his laptop towards me so I can type it in on Google. “We’ll do this one. It’s better than the best friend tag”

“Yeah, we’re too mainstream for the best friend tag” he rolls his eyes and I burst out laughing.

“First question,” I read the webpage. “Who’s most likely to take charge in situations?”

“You” he shrugs.

“What the hell? Jack, you’re so demanding. Don’t lie to yourself” I roll my eyes and he starts laughing.

“Who’s most likely to laugh at the wrong moment?” he asks.

“Definitely you”

“How?” he smirks.

“Whenever me and Conor are arguing, no matter how serious the argument is, I guarantee you’ll be sat there laughing to yourself” I raise my eyebrows and he laughs.

“Who’s the most flirty?”

“You” I sigh.

“Says the one. You have everyone after you!”

“Like who?” I frown.

“Ben, Sam, Jam-“

“Don’t!” I interrupt him before he can say ‘James’.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking” he gasps.

“Since when has Sam liked me?” I laugh. I don’t want James to ruin our mood so I just let it drop.

“I heard you two were getting it on in the club” he winks.

“Who told you that!?” I gasp.

“Conor” he shrugs and I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, he would say that wouldn’t he?” I mumble. “Who’s most likely to cry in public?” I laugh at how childish we’re being by answering these questions but hey, it’s amusing.

“You. Don’t even argue with me about this” he puts his hand up to stop be from arguing. I just laugh. He’s right, I always cry...

“Who’s most likely to trip on a red carpet?” I laugh. “You! You’re so clumsy. Don’t even argue with me” I mimic his voice at the end and he laughs.

“Most mischievous?” he smirks.

“You! You’re always doing something to annoy someone” I roll my eyes and he shrugs.

“Let’s do a prank!” he gasps.

“My point exactly...”

“Watch this video on YouTube, it’s so funny” he laughs, choosing to ignore me. He gets up YouTube and types in some public prank video.

“Jack, it’s ten minutes long” I moan.

“It’s so good though!” he keeps his eyes locked on the ‘Sneezing Prank’ where you spray water on the public and pretend you’re sneezing.

“I’d probably cry if someone did that to me” I cringe at the end of the video.

“We should do it one time” he laughs.

“Shall we?” I gasp.

“Would you actually do it though?” he asks and I nod furiously. “We should do it in Sweden!”

“Yeah!” I smile, putting my hand up to high five him. The slam of the front door interrupts us and we both look at each other with wide eyes, knowing who it is.

“He’s probably just drunk” Jack shrugs.

“Shall I check on him?” I ask when I hear Conor go into his room. Jack nods so I hesitantly get up and sneak out of Jack’s room. I slowly open Conor’s bedroom door and I see that he has his back faced to me and he’s looking at something on his desk. “Hey!” I express, trying to catch his attention. He turns to face me and I see his face practically covered in blood and bruises. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I love how you assume it’s my fault” he spits.

“Because it always is. Trust you to get into a fight!” I raise my voice. “Who with?”

“Does it matter?” he asks, taking off his checked shirt.

“Obviously” I frown.

“It doesn’t matter who with” he shakes his head.

“Well aren’t you going to clean your face?” I change the subject slightly. I can’t look at him properly with all that dry blood on his face. He ignores me and continues getting changed, stumbling around while trying to remove his t-shirt. I moan, “Come on”

He rolls his eyes and follows me into the bathroom. I sit on the toilet seat lid and gesture for him to sit on the edge of the bath tub. I get out some cotton buds and wet them before removing all the blood from his face. I’m so annoyed at him. Why can’t he have a night out without getting into any trouble?

“Was Alex involved then?” I say monotonously.

“No” he mumbles.

“How come?”

“It wasn’t his fight” he winces as I apply pressure to his face. I’d apologise but I’m so wound up at him.

“I’m surprised you didn’t get kicked out of the club” I sigh and watch as his eyes trail to the other side of the room. “You got kicked out of the club!?”

“Why else do you think I’m home so early?” he raises his voice.

“It’s like, one in the morning, how is that early!?” I frown.

“Well if I didn’t get in a fight, I’d be home at three or something”

“Doing what?”

“Watching strippers” he shrugs, smirking afterwards. I only just realise how drunk he is.

“You’re not even funny” I sigh heavily, standing from the toilet seat lid when I’m finished cleaning his face. I put all the rubbish in the bin and wash my hands in the sink. “Are you going to tell me who you got in a fight with then?”

“Ben” he shrugs.

“Ben!?” I shout.

“That’s what I said isn’t it?” he shouts louder than me, standing from the bath tub.

“Why the fuck did you get in a fight with Ben?” I frown. “And what was Ben doing at the club?”

“Drinking?” he says but it comes out as a question.

“Who did he go with?”

“His friends” he shrugs. “They’re not from our group”

“Since when did Ben know people from outside the group?” I ask but Conor takes it as a joke and starts sniggering. “Conor, this isn’t funny! Why did you get in a fight with Ben?”

“Take a wild fucking guess” he throws his arms up in the air. I start to think for a while but nothing comes to me. If he got into a fight over me and Ben I’m going to flip.

“I don’t know” I shrug. “It better not have anything to do with me”

“Well it did” he mumbles, storming out of the bathroom and walking into his room.

“Why did you fight over that!?” I shout. He’s under the influence of alcohol and his attitude is really starting to piss me off.

“He kept pushing it. Saying he’s going to fuck you behind my back and shit” he turns to me and his knuckles turn white from how hard he’s tensing them.

“And you actually believed him?” I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know how many times we have to go through this situation, Conor. Me and Ben happened one time and it’ll never happen again, you know that”

“Well it’s kind of hard to believe when he’s pecking my head, going into detail about what he’s going to do with you” he mumbles.

“He was probably just drunk”

“There you go, defending him again, as usual” he rolls his eyes.

“I’m not defending him, I’m just saying, he wouldn’t have said it if he was sober would he?”

“You don’t get it. He’s a fucking prick, he’s all nice to you to try and get you in his pants but when you’re not there he’s a dick. I hate him for a reason, Lucy!” he takes a step towards me.

“Well I’ve told you multiple times, me and Ben aren’t happening” I say calmly.

“It wouldn’t surprise me”

“Excuse me!?” I gasp and he stays silent. “You fucking hypocrite. You slept with Claire behind my back and you have the cheek to say stuff like that about me?”

“I didn’t sleep with her” he frowns.

“You would’ve done if I didn’t walk in on you!”

“Well at least I got stopped. You and Ben slept together and I’m still here with you” he shouts.

“I didn’t fucking sleep with him!” I scream. "And you have a choice if you want to be with me or not"

“That’s not what he told me tonight” he shrugs, ignoring the last thing I said to him.

“Well maybe you should start believing me rather than a load of rubbish that comes out of other people’s mouths” I snap.

“This is why we shouldn’t fucking be together. I’m bad for you and you know it. All we ever do it scream at each other”

“I can’t believe you actually just said that. You’re willing to just give up our relationship after a little argument here and there?” I lower my voice and stare at him in disgust. I can’t believe he doubts our relationship after everything we’ve put up with.

“I’m just saying what we’re both thinking. You can’t put up with our relationship anymore because I’m a fuck up and all I ever do is bring you down. Look at us now,” he points back and forth between us both “arguing over a fucking fight I got into. All I’m saying is that you can go and be with someone that makes you happy and someone you don’t argue constantly with”

“Conor, you even said it yourself. Our arguments are what keeps our relationship stronger” I cry.

“Exactly. Even you were doubting our relationship the other night. Maybe it’s for the best” he shrugs, turning away from me.

“We’ve been through so much and you’re just willing to give it all up like that?” I ask calmly although inside, I’m shaking in fear about his answer. I actually thought he loved me but his silence tells me no. “You disgust me” I mumble but before I can walk out of his room, he turns around sharply.

“Just fuck off!” he shouts and raises his hand, making me gasp and flinch away from him. My heart rate’s sped up and I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. I’m actually scared and I freeze on the spot. He lowers his arm and when I open my eyes, I see he’s just as shocked as I am. “You thought I was going to hit you” he whispers as I take a step back.

“I didn’t” I lower my head. I don’t know what I was thinking to be honest. I know Conor wouldn’t hurt me but he moved in such a fast motion that I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’m much calmer than how I was when it happened but I still fear as to what’s coming up next.

“You’re scared of me” he mutters, his face still in shock.

“I-I’m not” I stutter, raising my head slightly and letting a tear roll down my cheek.

“Lucy, I would never hurt you” he says, slowly putting his hand up to my chin but I flinch away again. Not in fear, I just don’t want to be near him. I don’t need his comfort. Not now anyway. He’s drunk and nearly hit me. This isn’t the Conor I love.

“I’m going to Jack’s” I mumble, turning around and walking out of the room. I wipe away my tear before walking into Jack’s room. His head shoots up from his laptop and he looks at me in shock.

“Lucy, what happened?” he gasps, coming off his bed and walking over to me.

He pulls me into an embrace and I just let all my tears fall onto his shirt. I worry about making his t-shirt wet but he doesn’t seem to mind as he rubs small circles at the lower of my back.

“Do you want to stay in here tonight?” he pulls away slightly so he can see my face and I nod.

“You just want me to keep you company in case that doll from the film comes in” I try to joke but he actually laughs.

“Honestly, I try to be nice and you just throw it back in my face” he teases and I laugh dryly. He leads me to the bed and I get in at one side and he gets in at the other. “What happened?” he closes his laptop and puts it on the floor before turning to me.

“He got into a fight with Ben at the club because apparently, Ben was saying that he was going to fuck me behind Conor’s back. We was arguing about that at first but then he started doubting our relationship and was saying that I’d be better off without him and stuff” I sob and Jack pulls me into him again.

“He doesn’t mean it, Lucy. He’s just drunk” he tries to soothe me but Conor sounded so convincing when he said it, that I find it hard to believe what Jack’s saying. “Just go to sleep, it’ll be alright”

I nod and lie down on one of Jack’s pillows. He puts his arm around me and I put my head on his chest for comfort.

Conor’s POV

I’m such a fucking dick. I turn to my desk and smash a glass of water I left on there earlier on my wooden floor. I wish I didn’t get drunk. I would’ve been able to control myself more and just explained why I got into a fight and she wouldn’t have gotten mad.

Who am I kidding? We argue all the time, me being sober doesn’t change that. I’d never want to split up with Lucy but I just wanted to see how she’d react if she actually had the option to leave me. I feel like she doesn’t want to be with me for some reason that I don’t understand myself. Life without Lucy would kill me. I’ve never loved someone as much in my life. It actually hurts.

But maybe she’s tired of our arguing now and just wants to move on and have a simple life. She’s thought twice about our relationship before so maybe she wants to have her easy life back that she had in Cheshire, rather than putting up with me and all the drama.

I decide to try and calm myself by forcing myself to sleep. I take off my jeans so I’m just in my boxers and lie down in bed, keeping the covers off me because I’m too hot.

I’d do anything to just apologise to Lucy and take everything I said back but I know it’s going to take some time for her to forgive me. It just pissed me off how she was defending Ben and was shouting at me for getting into a fight.

My head is fucking banging at this point and I just wish I didn’t smash that glass full of water. One, because I feel like it could’ve cured my headache, and two, because I’ll probably forget about it in the morning and end up cutting my feet. Plus, if Lucy sees it, she’ll probably freak out and Jack will just call me pathetic or something if he sees it. But I am pathetic so fuck him.

I hate how Lucy’s had to go and sleep in Jack’s room because of my stupid behaviour. I know nothing will happen between them two but she probably would’ve come in mine if I didn’t act the way I did.

Lucy’s POV

I have been tossing and turning all night and I just can’t get any sleep. I check my phone and see it’s 4am and I haven’t got a wink of sleep. Jack’s taken up practically all the bed and me getting some covers is just not an option. He has them all.

Conor’s probably asleep by now and won’t be getting up until mid afternoon because of his hangover so I risk going to sleep in his room. I sneak out of Jack’s and creep over to Conor’s room, slowly opening the door and stumbling over to his bed. I continue to toss and turn until I just accept the fact that I’m not going to be getting any sleep tonight.

I wish I brought my phone in here to at least keep me entertained for the rest of the hours I have to spend being awake. I huff in frustration and turn to my side.

“What’s up?” Conor moans in his morning voice. He sounds so fucking hot.

“I can’t sleep” I mumble, remembering how angry I am at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said” he sighs.

“We’ll talk in the morning” I say monotonously.

“Come here” he whispers but I stay still. He wraps his arms around my waist and I don’t deny his touch as he shuffles towards me and puts his chest up against my back. I sigh and turn to face him. “Um, there’s glass on the floor so be careful when you get up” his eyes shift to the other side of the room. I can still see them shining bright in this dark room.

“Did you smash something?” I sigh.

“Yeah” he trails off. “It was only a glass” he adds and I nod understandingly.

“Go to sleep” I tell him and he kisses my forehead.

“If you still can’t sleep, wake me up” he mutters and I nod although I won’t do it. “Goodnight”

“Night” I sigh, turning on my side again and shuffling back, so my back is against his chest again.