In The Public Eye (Conor Maynard Fanfic)

What Now?

Poppy's P.O.V

Through out the whole plane journey I hadn't said anything, even when the air stewardess asked me questions i just nodded or shook my head I really didn't want to talk to anyone. Sally and Hannah were not helping they kept on giving me the 'sympathy look' which was starting to get annoying after the billionth time.

The plane finally landed after 8 hours of flying, I have finally stopped crying not by choice but because I think I've physically run out of tears. I walked through the airport and was greeted by fans, i took a deep breath and put on a smile. They all asked for photos and autographs which I happily gave them but I bet I looked awful in the photos but that's the least of my worries right now. As soon as I answered everyone's question carefully avoiding answering the ones about Conor I said my good byes and made my way to the car along with all the security, so much for keeping a low profile. I final sat down in a nice warm car after nearly freezing to death, why is it always cold in England? I got my phone out my pocket, unlocked it and saw the picture of Conor in his boxers that he put on, I couldn't help but smile at the memories but anger soon took over the happiness, I went straight to my photos and changed my wallpaper to me and my brothers. I then decided to look at the texts from Jack and Alex to see what they had to say. I opened Jacks first and it read 'Poppy, please can you just hear Conor out? It's not his fault that girl came on to him trust me. Please can you just ring me?' And 'Poppy I'm begging you just talk to me Conor's sat here crying his eyes out, I've never seen him this sad. Just text me or ring me just talk to me' I could feel the lump starting to form in my throat. I went to Alex's texts'Poppy she came on to him I was stood right next to him when it happened please can you just talk to him' 'please could you just call one of us when your in the UK?' I stared at the texts wondering whether I should reply or not. I was brought out of my thoughts by Sally,

"Poppy are you ok?"

"Yeh" I lied

"Well were at the hotel so you can just go straight to bed when we sort the room out"

"Ok thanks Sally" I smiled at her

She squeezed my shoulder and smiled back.

I soon got into my room and Immediately led down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. "What do I do now? Do I ring Conor and let him explain, do I text back Jack and Alex to let them explain or do I just leave it?" I mumbled to my self, why did he have to do that everything was perfect? I pulled my self off the bed and went to the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stared at my self, I looked like death warmed up. I splashed cold water on my face and it did nothing, I let out a sigh and got changed for bed. I made my way towards the bed when Sally walked in

"Can I sleep with you? They haven't sorted a room out for me" she questioned

I laughed and said yes. I was so tired that as soon as my head hit that pillow I was asleep.

Conor's P.O.V

I was sat on the sofa with tears streaming down my face. It isn't my fault that girl came on to me and now she has ruined everything, Poppy doesn't even want to hear my side of the story and I don't blame her the picture looks like I was holding on to her so no wonder she doesn't believe me but I just want her to listen to me. Jack walked into the room

"Conor you need to get some sleep"

"How can I sleep jack when the girl I love doesn't even want to hear my voice or see my face again?"

"Conor she just needs some time to think, trust me she will come round eventually"

I looked up to see jack smiling at me so I smiled back and relied

"I suppose your right bro night"

"Night Con"

I walked up stairs to my room and led on my bed, everything around me reminded me of her, I just wanted her to walk in and hug me and say "it's ok I forgive you" but I just no that's never going to happen. I have a load of interviews for the next few days and all they are going to ask about is me and Poppy and I don't think I will be able to answer them without crying. I decided that I would be best if I got some sleep.

-two weeks later-

Poppy's P.O.V

I still hadn't talked to Conor since I came back from America, he was still texting me and ringing me trying to get me to reply but I just need sometime to think, I've been so busy I haven't had chance to. I was on my way back to America for Oprah's interview I was so nervous, so far I've managed to avoid all questions about me and Conor but I just know that I won't be able to do that with Oprah.

We arrived at the studios and quickly got my hair and makeup done, I am a nervous reck I was actually starting to shake. I was trying think about all the questions I'm might be asked and what me answers would be but one of the stage crew came in to the dressing room

"Poppy Berry its time for you to go on stage"

I gave a quick hug to Hannah and Sally and made my way to the back of the stage, it felt like for ever that walk. I finally hear Oprah call my name and the crowd cheering and clapping, I made my way on stage plastered a smile on my face and gave Oprah a hug

"So Poppy how are you"

"I'm feeling really good, a bit tired though"

"You just flown in haven't you"

"Yep just for you Oprah" I laughed

"So where do we start with you Poppy, a lots being going on recently hasn't it?"

I laughed "just a bit" I could already feel the lump in my throat

"So lets dive in at the deep end. You and Conor" she turned to the audience "For those who don't know two weeks ago a photo was published showing Conor Maynard kissing a mystery girl" she returned to look at me "now I have been interviewing people for years and when you came on this stage two minutes ago i asked how are you and you replied fine, now I can see that, that isn't true I can see the hurt and sadness in your eyes and that smile won't confuse me" I looked down at my fingers she was right

"So Poppy how are you actually feeling?" I looked up at her and smiled and did a nervous laugh

"You got me." She just laughed but said nothing. Here we go the answer everyone has been waiting for I wasn't going to be able to get out of it this time.

"How do I feel?" I looked down back at my fingers and look back up at her, she was staring into my eyes. She has only just met me but she can read me like a book.

"Well I'm hurt, confused, lost, sad, depressed, angry, annoyed"

"Have you talked to Conor since the incident?" She questioned

"No... He has been texting me, calling me you name it but I just don't want to reply" tears started to run down my face and she pasted me a tissue "I haven't had time to think about what happened and what I want to do and I don't want to talk to him and say something I will regret"

Then she asked me the question "do you still love him"

I could feel the salt from my tears on my lips, I looked back down at my hands, then at the audience and then back at Oprah

"For some messed up, unknown reason I do and I don't know why"

"Because he is the one that makes you smile, he's the one that can make you laugh by doing the simplest things and he's the one you love."

After and hour of being interrogated the interview finished. I started to think about what Oprah said and she's right but he still hurt me. We were on our way back to the airport to head back home, I swear I spend most of my life now on planes.

Conor's P.O.V

I rung Anth and told him to put Oprah on his TV so I could listen to the interview. As soon as she said she still loved me a breathed a sigh of relief, I still have a chance of getting her back.