*update* Sorry it took sooo long to update, after the lovely reviews I got on the first chapter I felt the need to write more and I started planning it and everything but it just never seemed to get done. So anyway, here it is; chapter two. This chapter is a bit longer than the first.. don't know why but there you go. There is going to be one more chapter after this to finish off this fic. Enjoy :)

Since the incident last week, Connor had been a lot more helpful around the flat. Abby hadn't seen a single sock on the sofa or pair of boxers lying on the bathroom floor, in fact, the whole flat was spotless.

Connor had even gone out of his way to look after Abby, not that she needed it; making her breakfast in bed, holding doors open, even her washing up her stuff as well as his own. Abby guessed she had finally got through to him, though maybe a little too well…

"Connor," Abby chirped up one groggy morning, walking over to where Connor was once again hovering her bedroom, "you really don't have to do that; I can manage."

"No, it's fine, I don't mind doing it." He replied lightly, barely turning his head to look at her. Abby held her mug of coffee closer to her chest and sighed.

"Seriously, Connor it's fine, I'll do it later, you don't have to do everything, you know."

"No, Abby. It's okay, I can do it." he replied shortly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the hoover.

"Connor please just go relax or something." Abby said, trying to make herself heard.

"No, Abby. I want to do it," he started

"Connor!" the room went silent with the click of the hoover going off. "Please, just stop treating me like I'm so fragile, you don't have to do everything for me okay? I get you feel bad about last week but you don't need to. Just quit it." Abby said sternly, staring at the back of Connor's head.

Connor's shoulders slumped and he span around on his feet, wearing some brightly coloured, odd, socks. He looked across the room at Abby and it was clear he was thinking hard about how to reply. He looked down at his feet and bit his lip hard, why was she angry at him? He was just trying to be helpful. "Abby, I'm sorry it's just…" he trailed off.

"It's fine, Con, just chill would you?" she smiled at him as he raised his head, his deep eyes staring back at her.

He nodded slowly and straightened his back, as if ready to exercise, "I'm just going to finish this, okay? I hate leaving a job half done." He said, sounding quite unsure of himself. Abby sighed again and nodded with a smile. Immediately the hoover roared to life with a gracious flick of Connor's wrist, and he got back on with his chore.

Abby meant to leave, but she couldn't help but stay in the doorway and watch; a bad mistake. Lost in the trance of Connor cleaning her room, she didn't notice him slowly edging towards her with the hoover. His arm moved back, pulling the hoover with it, and went straight into Abby's arm, throwing her coffee all over her.

"Connor!" she squealed as hot coffee poured down her front, Connor span around once more and lost his grip on the hoover, which was now sucking up stray clips and hairbands from the floor. He rushed forwards to take the mug from her and put it on the side. He tried to wipe away the coffee from her front but he was already making it worse. His hands ended up in the wrong places and Abby just wanted to scream. "Just turn off the hoover for goodness sake!"

Connor obeyed and looked dismally at her, his entire body reflecting that of a child caught doing something wrong. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to I swear; I just keep doing everything wrong recently I don't know what's wrong with me. Here, I'll get you a towel." He rushed out of the room without another word, leaving Abby standing now in the middle of the room, clenching her teeth and swallowing her anger.

"Oh Connor, you're such an idiot," she chuckled quietly as he re-entered the room with a damp towel. He went to start cleaning her up but thought better of it and gave her the towel instead. Abby went about dabbing her top but it was useless; it had to go in the wash.

"I'm sorry Abby. I really am, you probably want to just get rid of me" he mumbled, looking sorry for himself.

Abby sighed again, today seemed to be full of those, "Oh shut up, why would I want that? Maybe you need some lessons in self-awareness but other than that you're not too bad. It was an accident okay? Just, forget it." She finished with a grin.

The room was silent again, but it was different from the first time; it felt different. Their eyes caught and suddenly they were both lost in each other, not saying a word or making a move, they didn't need to. Connor barely dared to breathe, too caught up in Abby's blue-green eyes, they were so beautiful, he could stare at them all day.

"Connor," Abby started, softly placing her hand on his upper arm, gently clutching the rough material of his purple jumper.

"I-" Connor stuttered, blinking and looking around the room as if he had lost sense of where he was. "I have to go, I said I'd meet Caroline at the docks." He said slowly, avoiding eye contact.

Abby removed her hand and stepped back, looking down at her no longer pink tank top, she felt stupid and naked, why did she even wear such revealing clothes around Connor? Especially now he has a girlfriend. "Yep. Go." She said bluntly.

"Uh- yeah." Connor muttered, adjusting his collar he backed out of the room and disappeared out of sight.

Abby sat down on her bed and put her head in her hands. "For god's sake Connor." She groaned and fell onto her back, closing her eyes to shut out the word; including Connor and his stupid Caroline.