No Limit (Conor Maynard Fanfic)

Chapter 31

I empty my whole wardrobe trying to find something acceptable to wear. I feel like going out in my sweats because it’s so cold out there but that wouldn’t turn out well. I need to make effort.

I eventually find some black super skinny jeans and cuff the ends of each leg. I wear an oversized, plain white tee that I tuck into my jeans and pull it out slightly to make it baggy. I put on my blue hoody and put my black, leather jacket over that because it’s freezing out. I finish with my low top, black Converse.

I check my image in the mirror and think I look pretty decent so I quickly top up my make up so I have time to curl the ends of my hair and brush my teeth.

15 minutes later, I check my image for the last time, put my keys, some money and my phone in my pocket and go downstairs. Conor texts me saying he’s on his way so I quickly write a note for my Mum, telling her I’ve gone out for the day with Conor and I’ll be home before 10pm.

I pace around my living room waiting for Conor and realise how much effort I’ve put in for tonight. Maybe it’s too much. Should I take some of my make up off and put my hair up? We’re only going to the Pier...

Why am I so nervous? It’s only Conor... He’s making me freak out.

I hear a knock at the door and take a deep breath before opening it.

“Hey” I smile. He’s wearing black jeans, a grey shirt and a denim jacket. He looks perfect.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Yeah” I smile and walk out my house, locking the front door behind me.

“You look beautiful” he smirks making my heart flutter.

“Thank you” I smile. I decide against complimenting him because I’ll probably just embarrass him and he’ll hate that.  “Will it just be me and you going?”

“Um yeah. Unless you want me to invite someone. I’ll call Jack if you want”

“No it’s fine” I assure him. He looks as nervous as I do. He keeps messing with his hair and I know he’s nervous when he does that. I don’t know why we’re acting like this.

I get out my phone to distract me but I have no messages or anything to do. I get up the camera and put my phone in front of us to take a picture. Conor notices what I’m doing and stops walking. He bends down to get to my height and sticks his tongue out so I decide to go bog eyed and take the picture. He does a pouting face next so I copy him and finally, we both do creepy smiling faces that he told me to do. We burst out laughing at the pictures and continue walking.

“You’re being weird today” he frowns.

“How?”

“I don’t know. You’re quiet”

“You always complain about me talking too much” I laugh.

“No I don’t!”

“Do”

“Don’t”

“Do”

“Shut up”

“You just did!” I laugh.

“That doesn’t count”

“Whatever” I smirk. “Aren’t you cold?”

“No” he shrugs. “Why? Are you?”

“No”

“Then why ask me?”

“I don’t know. It’s a bit chilly” I say in a weird voice and he bursts out laughing.