𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐧

|10|

"You weren't kidding," Jack laughs as we approach my apartment door that's littered with boxes, "we're actually doing home decor."

"No," I chuckle and take my key out to open the door, "I'll do it."

He shrugs as he stands close behind me, "You underestimate my decorating skills."

"No," I swing my door open, "I just didn't want to bore you."

"I've got nothing better to do," he shrugs and picks up a box in his free hand.

I smile at him and pick up the rest, setting them inside the door.

"So," I jump in front of him, "I'll give you a tour and then we can order food and start on our project."

He nods, his eyes wandering around the living room, "You do need decorations. It's sad in here."

"Okayyyy," I laugh and start walking toward the kitchen, "this is the kitchen. Obviously not a lot of cooking goes on. I'm not a very good chef."

"Well I am," he says in a British accent, "I know how to make the best pancakes ever tasted."

"Okay buddy," I nod my head.

"What? You don't believe me?" His voice raises at the end of the sentence.

I look at him skeptically and continue walking "Sure. Anyways, this way is the guest room, where you will be. It has an en-suite bathroom."

He tosses his bags on the bed and nods.

I leave the room, heading for mine, and he follows me, "So this is my room. If you hear music coming from in here at 3 in the morning, ignore it."

He hums, walking over to my keyboard and pressing a few of the keys. I watch him closely as his eyes wander over to my desk where my notebook is laying opened to Dandelions and All of the Girls.

I quickly run over and shut it before he gets the chance to read too closely.

"No, no, no," I smile and shake my head, "my eyes only."

"You told me you'd show me your songs," he holds his hands up in defeat.

"I will," I say quietly, "but not these."

He bends down to my level, "Why?"

"They're not done," I fake a smile and tap him on the face with the notebook, "Now, what do you want for dinner?"

"Pizza," he nods and stands up straight, "I never have pizza."

I start walking out of my room into the kitchen,"Why not?"

He follows close behind, "I have to stay in shape. And I stopped eating unhealthy food when I was 13."

"That sounds boring," I jump on the counter and pick up my phone, "well I won't tell anyone you had a couple pieces of pizza."

"Thank you," he says, faking the gratitude, "Speaking of working out, my trainer Josh lives in L.A. Is it okay if I go meet up with him?"

"You don't have to ask me," I chuckle.

He smiles, leaning against the counter next to me, "And he has a really cute baby."

"I'm coming with you."

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