BUTTERCREAMS ONE-SHOTS!

This Is My Version (Conor x Reader)

A/N - I'm not totally happy with this one. I had a hard time figuring out how to do this without a sad ending (because I hate sad endings) and this is what I came up with.

Yours and Conor's relationship had always been a passionate one. When you were happy, you were on cloud nine. When you fought, you were mean. When you made up, you didn't leave the bedroom. You were always the one to say sorry first. Young love isn't always as carefree as people say. Relationships like yours run high, but they fall hard. Your last fight had been ugly and after all of the hurtful words and yelling, you were both left in tears, just staring at each other. You grabbed your bag, slowly walking up to Conor and pressing a slow lingering kiss to his lips. You walked out the door and both of you acted like the other person didn't exist. Until Conor released his latest song, that is.

"THIS IS MY VERSION"

Four in the morning, staring at the ceiling

On my own, like I was last weekend

You left and I guess you had your reasons

Guess you had your reasons, yeah

I said things and I didn't really mean them

Kept going till I saw your heart bleeding

Ruining the only thing I ever believed in

Ever believed in, yeah

And even though you're gone

I'm gonna pretend there's nothing wrong

I'm fucking every girl that comes along

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh oh

This is my version of heartbreak

This is how I get over you

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel

This is my version of heartbreak

And it's all I know how to do

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

This is my version of a heartbreak

Clothes on the floor, and the beds all mine, yeah

And staying out 'till the sun starts rising

Free as a bird but I'm still not flying

God, I'm trying, yeah

And even though you're gone

I'm telling everyone there's nothing wrong

Until I can believe you're not the one

Anything is better than to face up to reality, oh oh

This is my version of heartbreak

This is how I get over you

I don't wanna feel

I don't wanna feel

This is my version of heartbreak

And it's all I know how to do

I don't wanna feel like this anymore

This is my version of a heartbreak

The night he released it, he went out with the boys and got shitfaced. You had been laying in bed wearing Conor's jumper, listening to it on repeat when he called you. You ignored the first two calls, but you answered the third.

"What do you want, Conor?" you asked, mad that you answered the phone.

"Did you hear it?" he asked, the background noise of whatever club he was in coming through the phone as well.