Request: Something happening to one of his camera and him blaming you when it turns out to be coz of someone else
You were the one to put his camera and SD cards away. He had left it out on the bus before he left with the boys to go celebrate a great show in Nashville. You had opted out of going, having a slight headache and wanting to chance to call your mom and not have a bunch of boys talking about bullshit in the background.
So since he knew you were the one to put his things away, you were the first he blamed when he couldn’t find the SD card.
“Y/n, literally where did you put it.” He groaned.
“I put it in your back, in the little zipper compartment on the side like you show’d me.” You sighed, repeating yourself for the third time.
“It’s not in here!” He snapped.
You looked up from your book, no longer willing to let his frustration roll off you. “Well did you fucking move it this morning?” You spit out at him.
“No! I haven’t touched this bag all day, I haven’t touched it since before the show yesterday. So you tell me, since you’re the one who moved it, what the fuck happened to it?”
“I don’t know! I’ll tell you again. I saw your camera and card laying on the table when I got off the phone with my mom. I put it away so it wouldn’t get ruined or broken when everyone returned. I then set the bag on top of your suitcase so it would be with your things. That’s it!”
He rolls his eyes, closing the bag and standing up from the little table. He stares at you on the bus couch, and his jaw clenches.
“Do me a favor.” He practically growls. “Don’t touch my shit. That was three shows worth of footage that I’ve now lost thanks to you. I can’t afford to keep having you ruin things.”
He turns and stalks away as you stare at his retreating figure. Tears well in your eyes, jaw dropped at the words he so easily let slip from past his lips.
“Dude,” Brian leaned out of the small kitchen, finding Connor throwing some of his shit into his bunk. He turns and looks at you, watching as your cheeks go hot in embarrassment.
You stand, reaching for your purse, slipping your sandals on, and walking off the bus with your book and phone in hand. You weren’t gonna sit there with the band and crew, allowing them all to stare at you.
‘I can’t afford to keep having you ruin things.’
It’s really the only thing that keeps replaying through your head. What else had you ruined? Did you really ruin things for him?
Your phone starts ringing and you silence it, not wanting to talk to Brian. You just want a moment to yourself, so you can clear your head and allow his words to sink in.
Connor stalks down the hall of the arena, angry that you’d lost his SD card, but also angry at himself for the way he treated you. He’d lost things of yours before an while you had been a little sad and disappointed you never became angry with him. You understood that accidents happen.
“Connor!” Shawn calls, rushing to catch up with him. “Hey man, here’s your SD card back.”
“My what?” Connor breathes out, looking down to see the exact card that was missing in the tattoo’d hand.
“Yeah, I took it this morning to see if I could download and cut a few vids together. Got a call from my Social Media manager this morning. I guess I need to make another post about Tour and I wasn’t totally digging what I had prepared.”
“Everything looks great man, you’re really uping your game after every show. I’m loving all the shots you’re getting.”
With that Shawn walks away, leaving a hollow Connor standing in the hall.
He’s been looking for you all day, wants to apologize and hold you, let you cry and maybe even cry himself.
He’s so disappointed in himself, he vowed to always be understanding with you, and at the first moment to prove that he snapped at you, and said things he never meant to say.
You didn’t come to the show, and you still weren’t at the arena by the time they were packing up the bus. You wouldn’t answer your phone calls or text messages and he was really starting to worry now.
He kept pacing back and forth, biting at his thumb nail nervously.
“Con!” Brian yelled at him. “She just walked on the bus!”
Connor looked over, spotting Brian and full on sprinting to the bus in the loading dock.
He fell up the stairs in his mad dash to get to you, and he almost shoved Mike into the wall when he found you behind him in the hall.
You were messing with your bunk, and when you sighed, resting your head against the ledge he reached out and touched your arm. You jumped, yelping as you stepped back from his hand before peering up at him.
Your eyes are red and puffy from the time you spent crying, face a little swollen from the tears, cheeks still wet.
“Oh Baby,” He cried, wrapping you up in his arms.
You were wore out form your day of balling your eyes out. No energy left to fight against his hold.
“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” He whispered in your ear.
“I’m sorry I lost your card. I swear I put it in your bag. But I’ll get you a new one. And maybe your right, maybe I am ruining this experience for you. So I’ll look for a flight home tomorrow. That way I won’t be in the way and lose things for you.”
His heart was breaking at the croak of your voice, and the words you were saying.
“No! Baby no! I’m so sorry I accused you of misplacing my card. And I fucking hare myself for saying that you ruin things. You don’t, you’ve never ruined anything. You always make things better, you make things immensely better.”
“I don’t, I’m in the way and I lost your-”
“You’re not in the way!” He pulls back, hands on your shoulders so you have to look at him. “You’re not in the way. Ever! Don’t ever fucking say that again. And you didn’t,” He sighs. “You didn’t lose my card. Shawn had it the whole time. I didn’t know he took it.”
You sigh in relief, eyes falling shut. “Thank fucking god, I was so scared that it was really lost.”
“I’m sorry.” He whispers, his own tears welling in his eyes. “I hurt you, and I promised never to do that. I won’t do it again, that’s not a promise that’s a swear. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Think I’m gonna stay in my bunk tonight.” You whisper, looking to your bunk that you’ve made up with your blanket and pillow.
Since you joined tour you’ve crammed into Connor’s bunk, practically sleeping on each other, just to have the time to be with the other, the closeness.
“No, Babygirl, please don’t.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. We’ll talk better next time, we’ll work together to solve the issue. I’ll really work on fighting with you and not against you.”
You smile, nodding at the words you’ve wanted to hear him say all day.
“I still need some time.”
“Please Babygirl.” He tugs at his hair, breathing picked up and erratic.
“Goodnight Connor, I’ll see you in the morning.” With that you kiss his cheek and climb into your bunk, pulling the curtain closed.
You hear him take a deep breath and whisper an ‘I love you so much’ before he walks away.
“Connor?” Shawn asks when Connor sits down, head in his hands, tears streaming down his face. “What happened? What’s wrong?”
“She’s upset with me.” He cries out.
“Fuck I hurt her so bad, and she’s upset, and is staying in her own bunk. And I don’t know what to do to make it up to her.”
“What are you talking about?” Shawn moves to sit next to his friend, Brian now entering the room.
“This morning,” Connor hiccups.
“Yeah Dude, what the fuck was that? I’ve never seen you like that? And Y/n? Fuck man, it broke my heart to see her face.”
“What are you talking about!” Shawn asks, looking between his friends.
Connor can barely catch his breath, hiccuping with each deep breath he tries to take.
“This morning, Connor couldn’t find his SD card.”
Shawn blanches and looks to Connor and then back to Brian.
“And so he asked Y/n if she’d seen it since she put his camera away after the Nashville show. She told him that she’d put it in the bag where he always keeps it but it was gone. Connor asked her like 4 times, and by the fourth time with her having the same answer he like lost it.”
Shawn’s just staring at Connor. “I yelled at her, and I told her not to touch my shit because I couldn’t afford to have her keep ruining things. But she’s never ruined anything!”
“Oh my god, Connor.” Shawn tugs at his own curls. “Why didn’t you say anything? Fuck, Connor! I’m so sorry. Fuck man, if I’d just texted you I had it or left a note or something.”
“It’s not your fault.” Connor shakes his head. “It’s mine. I’m the one who overreacted. I’m the one who hurt my girl. I’m the one who broke a promise to her and I’m the one who fucked up.”
Brian and Shawn’s heads whip up when you stalk into the room. You walk to Connor, reaching down and grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him up and out of the lounge area with you. He gasps, standing to his feet and quickly follows you until you nod to your bunk.
He climbs in, noticing you’ve grabbed his pillow and favorite blanket. You climb up after him, pushing him around to lay in the position where you could lay on your stomach, head on his chest, right leg hiked up and tangled between both of his.
“We’ll work on fighting with each other and not against each other.” You murmur against his chest. “We’ll work on communicating better and not running off on the other when we’re really feeling strong emotions. You shouldn’t have said what you said and walked away, and I shouldn’t have run away all day after you said those things. We should have sat down and had a real conversation about how we were feeling and what we could do for the other at that moment. Whether it be give each other space or to work on resolving the issue.”
He hums in agreement, running his fingers through your hair, hoping to soothe you.
“I’m glad you found your card, I was extremely worried it was really lost. I won’t touch your things again, without your permission.”
He holds you tighter. “You have my permission to touch my things at any moment. Thank you for thinking for me when you saw my things laying out. I should have been more responsible and put them away, but thank you for doing that for me. And thank you for letting me hold you right now, I don’t deserve you, but I’m gonna do everything in my power to show you everyday that you mean the absolute world to me.”
“I love you Connor Brashier, we have a lot to talk about and work on, but right now? I’ve been crying all day, I have a headache and I’m extremely tired. So I wanna fall asleep on your chest and let your heartbeat soothe mine.”
“I love you more, I love you so much more.”
