Feeling some Type of Way - James Bay fanfiction

If You Ever Want To Be In Love

Hello my lovely readers!
I've done it! Another and the last part!! I really recommend to listen to 'If You Ever Want To Be In Love' while reading this, this song is just too perfect.
So here you go and have fun reading!
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I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I lit some vanilla and cinnamon flavoured candles (cliché, I know) and turned the holiday lights over my bed on, made it quite cozy for my current mood. I was so done as I went home from the..... I don't know how to call it. A date? No, no, Phoebe calm down, no date. It was something inbetween, and it was beautiful.

I was listening to Jaymes Young as I pulled out my phone, tapping on James' name on the screen, blushing as I saw the empty chat. Should I? I should, right? But what if I woke him up? But my thumbs just moved over the screen, typing letters onto it.

"Hey James, it's Phoebe, just wanted to write you, because.... well, uhm, I don't really know :)"

I stared at the screen, not really knowing what to do. Suddenly my phone slipped out of my hand and I got an heart attack. Fuck! Please don't send, please don't send! I thought in panic, as I picked up the phone. I closed my eyes for a second, and opened them again, just to see that my friggin' phone sent the goddamn message!

I reacted fast, and shot another text into the chat.

"Oh god, I didn't want to sent this, I'm so sorry if I woke you up."

My head was spinning and my heart started pounding against my chest. Fuuuck! That was the only thing I thought about. I pressed my phone againt my chest, rolling to the side. Suddenly my chest vibrated and my heart skipped a beat. It was a message from James. Oh god.

"No, no it's fine. I just finished working and I've got nothing to do, but lying in bed anyway, soooo, uhm, thanks? ;)"

Wait what? He isn't upset? Oh, okay. Jeezus, my heart is aching. Does love really feel like this? I was so confused but tried to ignore it. We chatted the whole night through and I was happy and worried. What if he will leave me? He definetely will leave, if his manager says so. And what am I supposed to do?

I woke up early, groaning at the slow sunrise, bringing soft light into my apartment. I stood up and went to the bathroom, checking my horrifying morning face. I chuckled at my messy hair and tried to get it into place. Not a chance. I groaned again, tilting my head back in sleepyness.

I walked into the kitchen, putting some Shawn Mendes on and opened the upper shelf to grab a mug, as suddenly my doorbell rang. I thought it was the mailman but I was in for a surprise. I walked to the door, opened it and didn't expect anything. "Morning." A thick british accent under the famous black hat said, and I greeted me with a huge smile and a tight hug.

"How the hell do you know where I live?" I asked him, letting him into my domain. "You told me, last night." He chuckled as I showed him my apartment, told him I wanted to clean up the mess in every other room. I wouldn't do it anyway.

"I like it." James said at the kitchen table, looking around in the room. He laughed. "What?" I asked. "We just met yesterday and now I'm sitting at your kitchen table, eatin' breakfast with you." I blushed at his words and nodded, shoving some orange juice down my throat. My eyes widened at the idea in my head. "James." I said, looking at him. "Yes?" I started smirking mischievious.

"I've just had an idea, and I think you'll like it." He raised an eyebrow. "You won't hurt me in any way right?" I laughed and stood up, looking into the fridge. "Okay, so I've planned on making pancakes!" His smile got brighter and he nodded furiously. "Wow that's a pretty good idea, I bet they will taste better, than in any restaurant." I smiled shyly, hiding my blush behind my long sleeves.