Chapter 89

“Are you staying here tonight?” Angela asks me. I spin around on her bar stool in the kitchen while she makes me a drink.

“I’m not sure” I shrug, trying to stop spinning so I don’t throw up.

“Lucy, you’re going to be sick” she laughs, reading my thoughts.

“I can’t stop” I panic and she stops the chair with her hand. “Thanks” I smile, adjusting my sight to the spinning room. So this is what it’s like to be high.

“Here you go” she smiles, putting my cup of tea in front of me on the kitchen table.

“Thank you” I grin, taking a sip of it.

“Is Conor alright now?” she looks at me sympathetically.

“I think so” I nod, reassuring her.

“Whenever I came in his room, he kicked me out” she chuckles and I roll my eyes teasingly. “What even happened?”

“Um-“

“Am I better off not knowing?” she smirks.

“Yeah, pretty much” I nod and we both laugh.

“Well as long as it’s sorted now”

“Yeah, we’re fine” I smile. “It was just an argument”

“Must’ve been big”

“Huge” I correct her. “But like I said, we’re fine now”

“What you talking about?” Conor walks in the kitchen, kisses my cheek and sits next to me. I smile at his gesture and he just smirks.

“You” I smile.

“What are you saying?” he frowns.

“Just told your Mum that we had an argument but we’re fine now” I shrug and he looks at me in confusion. I give him a small glare and his eyes light up.

“Oh right, yeah” he nods.

“I’ll leave you two alone” Angela laughs, leaving the kitchen and shutting the door on her way out.

“Thank you” he smiles, giving me a hug. If I told Angela that he got into a fight, she’d be so disappointed. She thinks Conor’s past all that now. He used to fight way more frequently than this.

“It’s fine” I smile slightly.

“Are you staying tonight?”

“I’m not sure” I shrug.

“You should” he smiles, leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Why?” I smirk.

“Well we haven’t slept together in like, three nights” he shrugs, hiding his smirk.

“Fine” I roll my eyes as if he’s persuaded me into it, when in reality, I would’ve stayed over anyway.

“I don’t think Eleanor likes me” he frowns.

I shrug, “I think she does... Most of the time anyway”

“I don’t give a fuck” he shrugs. “She annoys me”

“How?” I laugh.

“I don’t know”

“You’re just saying that” I roll my eyes and he starts laughing.

“You can read me like a book” he smirks, standing up from his seat.

“No, I just know you love her really”

“We both know that there’s only one girl in the world that I love” he sighs, taking my hand and pulling me up off my seat.

“And who could that be?” I smirk.

“My Mum” he smiles and I slap his arm lightly. “I’m joking”

“You do love your Mum though” I frown.

“No” he shakes his head.

“Not as in you’re in love with her. You love her like family” I giggle.

“Yeah, whatever” he shrugs, picking me up bridal style and carrying me up to his room. I climb into his bed because I’m freezing right now and he soon comes in after me. “Are you tired?” he asks, kissing my forehead again.

“Yeah, kind of” I sigh. I’ve spent all day at Conor’s house and it’s only 8pm but I did wake up at 7am after having barely any sleep last night. I’m practically dead.

“Go to sleep”

“Are you sure?” I raise an eyebrow. I feel bad just going to sleep when he’s not tired.

“Yeah” he chuckles lightly.

“Love you” I smile, kissing his lips softly.

“Love you” he smirks.

Conor’s POV

I stroke her long hair and watch as her face hardens and her breathing gets heavier. She looks so worn out. I feel like such a dick for the way I treated her when I was with Beth but I didn’t even realise until she mentioned it.

I can’t even describe how much I hate Ben. I could literally fucking kill him and the only thing that’s stopping me is Lucy. The amount of times I’ve planned his death in my head is uncountable but I think I’d do a good job at it. Fuck, I was so close yesterday.

I’m surprised Lucy even came round to apologise today. I was going to do the same thing for her but I thought I’d give it a bit of time so we can both get our heads together. I thought she’d just kick me out again and scream at me if I tried to sort things out so I just didn’t bother. I wasn’t in the best mood today either.

I can still picture her standing at my bedroom door with a tear rolling down her cheek and that sympathetic look on her face. She looked so innocent but guilty of something. I could’ve just ran up to her and held her in my arms there and then but I didn’t know what the fuck she was going to say. She could’ve been confirming that we’re done so that would’ve been pretty awkward.

She’s literally changed me so much. Before she came, I used to fuck whoever, drink constantly, skip school all the time, treat everyone except our group like shit and I’d always be in fights. Now that she’s come along I’m so much more... happier? The only people I seriously hate are my ‘Dad’, Ben and James. I’m barely ever fighting, I don’t drink as much and I hardly ever skip school... Well, I try not to. It's just if I'm tired or some shit. And the only person I fuck is Lucy because she’s the best I’ve ever had. It means more than just ‘fun’ with her and I fucking love it.

I hear a chorus of laughing coming from downstairs so I decide to see what they’re all doing seeing as I won’t be going to sleep anytime soon. I slowly creep out of the room and slowly shut the door, running down the stairs and seeing everyone in the living room playing with that fucking car Jack’s not let go of. They are pretty entertaining, not gonna lie, but he’s always finding new things to do with it.

“Jack, that thing’s gonna break eventually” I frown, sitting on the sofa next to Eleanor.

“They don’t break, Conor” he sighs.

“Whatever” I roll my eyes.

“Where’s Lucy?” Eleanor asks.

“She went to sleep in mine” I say monotonously.

I spend the rest of the night just watching telly and talking to Eleanor about shit. Anna went to bed ages ago and so did Mum, and Jack went up about an hour ago so it’s just me and Eleanor. I like Eleanor but hate her at the same time.

“Conor, this is the fifth episode of Friends that we’ve watched. Can we not watch something else now?” Eleanor moans for the hundredth time tonight.

“No, fuck off. My house, my rules” I frown, turning up the volume slightly.

“Please!” she whines.

“Fucking hell. What else is there to watch?”

“I don’t know, anything but this” she pouts.

“Pouting isn’t working with me” I frown.

“It works with Lucy” she sighs.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend” I say as if it’s obvious. “Besides, she looks cute when she does it”

“Stop, I’m going to be sick”

“You’re just jealous because you’re single” I smirk. She gets wound up so easily, it’s fucking hilarious.

“I am not jealous!” she gasps.

“Mhm” I nod. “You’re always complaining about our relationship and stuff. I think you just want a boyfriend of your own. Unless you want to get with me” I smirk.

“What the fuck!? Conor that’s gross. No” she shakes her head and it takes everything in me to keep a serious facial expression.

“Do you want me and Lucy to split up just so I can get with you? Oh Eleanor, I’m flattered” I smile widely at her but she just stares at me in horror.

“Are you joking?”

“Nope” I lick my lips seductively.

“Well actually, I do have a small crush on you” she smirks, walking across the room to sit next to me.

“What?” my face drops. Fuck, I was only joking.

“What’s not to like? You’re hot as fuck” she bites her lip and my eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “I’m joking you dickhead” she starts laughing and I let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t fucking do that” I frown, throwing the remote at her.

“It’s payback! You’re always winding me up” she laughs again. “And now I get to watch what I want. I win” she sticks her tongue out at me and changes the channel. I roll my eyes and watch her scroll through channel after channel.

“Fucking choose something!” I snap, making her jump.

“Don’t be so impatient” she frowns, scrolling through the channels even slower than before.

“You’re fucking kidding me” I mumble. “Eleanor, if you don’t hurry up I’ll hit you with that remote”

“You won’t hit me” she rolls her eyes and I sigh in defeat. She eventually chooses to watch SpongeBob and I relax, knowing she’s not put some shit Disney show on. That’s all Lucy watches. Fucking ‘Good Luck Charlie’ and shit.

We sit in silence watching the show until she starts coughing repeatedly.

“Oh my god” I moan in frustration.

“I’m dying” she coughs harder, hitting her chest repeatedly.

“Yeah well die quietly would you? I can’t hear what’s going on” I mumble, straining my ears but she continues to cough. “For fuck sake!” I raise my voice, walking over to her and hitting her back.

“Ow!” she cries. I stop hitting her and she lets out a huge breath. “Do you do that to Lucy when she has a cough?”

“Lucy never coughs like that” I shake my head. “But I’d probably pat her back gently and give her a glass of water”

“Such a gentleman” she smiles sarcastically.

“Just because you don’t get my hospitality, there’s no need to be jealous” I smirk and she just rolls her eyes. “Besides, you were nearly dying. I had to take serious action, right?”

“I wasn’t dying, it’s a figure of speech” she frowns.

“You mean a serious exaggeration” I correct her and she moans in frustration.

A few hours or so later, Eleanor and I decide to stop watching TV and go up to bed. We’ve been none stop arguing that whole time but I know she doesn’t take any of this seriously. She’s cool.

“Where are you sleeping?” I whisper to Eleanor at the top of the stairs.

“I’m not sure” she frowns.

“Just go with Anna” I nod towards Anna’s bedroom. “Or I’m sure Jack won’t mind you two sharing” I smirk and she sticks her middle finger up at me before walking into Anna’s. I laugh quietly and creep into my bedroom where I see Lucy sprawled out across my whole bed.

I push her body up to one side of the bed and get in at the other, wrapping my arm around her waist and falling to sleep.