Having a house with JJ on my own was lovely. We could wake up at whatever time we wanted, we didn’t have to tidy, we could watch whatever we wanted on the television and have some really good parties. The next few days we spent getting used to the house, we did go out for a meal in London city centre but we were spotted by some fans and had to leave early. I was surprised that the fans hadn’t found out where we lived yet. Well maybe I spoke too soon. I woke up and undid the curtains to try and force JJ to wake up. We were off to Disney tomorrow morning and we needed to start packing. The bad thing about JJ and I living together is that we are so unorganised and very lazy. We normally had JJ’s mum there to cook for us, wake us up and get things organised but in the house, I was the one who took the mothering role. I don’t know how JJ’s mum coped with him. Anyway back to what I was saying. As I opened the curtains, I could see a tent over the gate.
“JJ…JJ…JJ wake up” I said, throwing a pillow over his head
“Oh just come back to bed” He moaned
“No, I’m being serious, come look”
He stood up, his hair all stuck up and messy and his sleepy voice mumbling. I loved it when JJ woke up in a morning; I loved ruffling his hair when it was messy. I don’t know about you, but I always preferred his hair when it was messy and flat than when he tries to attempt a JJ quiff and fails.
“What?” He said looking out the window.
“Well what’s that?”
“A paparazzi probably”
“Well why are they outside our house?”
“Doing their job, looking for some stories, they’ll go soon, don’t stress baby”
He put his arms around me and gave me a tight hug. Then he got back into bed. Looking at the clock I could see that it was 11am and we needed to get packing. I wasn’t doing all this packing on my own so I got the suitcase and shoved it on top of him.
“Erm, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Packing, if you hadn’t noticed, we’re going to Disney tomorrow”
“I want to go back to sleep!” he grumbled
“Tough, now come on, awake and help me pack”
He got out of bed, went for a quick shower and then began to help me pack, well when I say help I mean that he just dumped all of his stuff on the suitcase, waited for me to pack it and fold it up neatly so then he could go downstairs. He was in such a mood this morning, I wondered what was wrong. He thudded downstairs and I just stayed packing, maybe he needed a little bit of time on his own. A few hours later, he returned with a cup of tea and some flowers.
“Who are they for?” I asked.
“You”
“Me?
“mhm”
“Why?”
“I’m sorry for the way I was this morning, I’m just a little tired that’s all, forgive me?”
“How could I not forgive you?” I giggled, taking the flowers and hugging him tightly.
“I love you, you know, I’d never want to make you sad”
“I know” I said, leaning in to kiss him.
We made our way downstairs, ordered in a takeaway, ate it, watched some television and then we were off to bed. We had a big day tomorrow, New Year’s Eve.
“I’m wide awake”
The alarm sounded. JJ and I both jumped up, looked at each other with huge smiles on our faces and screamed.
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Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting
FanfictionHey! I'm Meg! JJ and I have been best friends since we were little, well that is until my mum got a job transfer and I had to move away. I never thought I'd see JJ again but sometime saying goodbye doesn't mean forgetting. This is a story about lov...
