Dating A Fan (Jacob Sartorius Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven - Mini Golf

I was hanging out with Andrew and Lanie in my hotel room when someone knocked on the door. 

Andrew got up and answered it. Me and Lanie kept talking for a while until all of a sudden blackness crowded my vision. I smiled.

"Guess, who?" Someone whispered, their lips brushing the tip of my ear. I giggled.

"Hi, Jacob," I said. I would know his voice anywhere. He let go and I turned around, smiling. Jacob was closer than I thought and we bumped noses. The butterflies that sleep in my stomach woke up and started dancing around. We both backed away and laughed an embarrassed laugh. Lanie and Andrew laughed with us.

"You two should probably get going," Lanie said, poking me in my arm. 

"Yeah, I guess so," I said.

Jacob and I walked to the door, and Andrew followed us. "Have fun, lil' one," he said, squeezing me into a bear hug and planting a kiss on my head. 

"Sure thing, Chicken Wing," I replied.

Andrew laughed and ruffled my hair before shooing us out the door. "Tell Lanie I said bye," I said.

"You go it," Andrew said, and then me and Jacob were left alone in the hallway. 

I was about to ask him what we were going to do when he said something first. "May I ask you a question," he said.

"Of course," I replied, curious. 

"Are you and Andrew, like, um, a thing?" Jacob's cheeks turned brighter with every word and he looked down at the ground. 

Then I realized that he was jealous. Why wouldn't he think me and Andrew were a thing. From an outsiders perspective we would totally look like a couple. Especially with Andrew kissing me on the head like he did. But it's nothing like that.

Out of all the two years that I've been learning to know him, all the times I've found out something new about his personality on one of his broadcasts or caught on to a new habit he picked up. Or when he started to get all his new supporters and started to go big and I could see the joy in his eyes with every photo taken. Or the first time he played the guitar on his live broadcast. Even in these past two days, I've never felt as much feelings for him as I did in this moment, with him looking at me, all the hope in his eyes dying, just because of the thought of me with another man.

"No, Jacob. Andrew is like a brother to me. It's nothing like that." And with each word I said my love for him grew more, because with each word I said the hope in him grew a little stronger. It was so over-whelming that I started to lean toward him.

He must have felt it to because before I knew it, we were mere inches apart. I felt his shallow breath on the tip of my nose and brush past my eyelashes. He licked his lips self-consciously and kept looking from my mouth to my eyes, like he was unsure where he wanted to look. Finely he settled with me eyes. "That's good to know," he said. 

I nodded as he moved his hand from his side to rest against me cheek, and moved the other to lay on my hip. I couldn't feel my knees anymore. He was leaning in closer, so close now that are lips might brush at any second. 

Then we heard a rally of squeals from behind us. We turned around to see three girls staring at us from the other end of the hallway. "It's Jacob Sartorius!" one of them screamed. "He's here," another yelled. And they all came running toward us. Before we knew it all three girls were throwing themselves into Jacob's arms. 

It seemed like they didn't even notice I was there. I watched the whole thing go on. Jacob was very polite, called them all cuties. They all asked to take pictures with him, and he agreed. They all talked to him for about ten more minutes before Jacob said he had to go. 

We walked away from the blabbering girls and turned a bend. We didn't say anything for a while until I remembered that I was pretending to not know who he is and that what just happened shouldn't be normal to me.

"What was all that about," I asked.

He just shrugged and said, "I'm kind of popular on social media so they might know me from there."

"Oh, cool," I said. That was a good answer. He's so perfect. He hasn't even bragged once about being famous. Hasn't even mentioned it. And when it's so blatantly clear to any one who saw what just happened that he is famous, he dumbs it down.

"So where are we going," I asked.

Jacob gave me a wide, adorable grin. "Mini golf and ice cream."

Oh no. I sucked at mini golf. The last time I played was about three years ago, and I was so bad I was lucky if I got a whole in four. "Um, Jacob," I said. 

"Yeah, Ellie," he replied.

"I'm not that great at mini golf."

"That's fine," he said.

I tried again, because I really sucked at it. "No, Jacob. I'm horrible at mini golf."

He smiled at me. "I'll teach you," he said. "No worries."

I sighed a shaky sigh, hoping I don't kill him tonight because I have no idea how to handle a frickin golf club. 

Jacob payed for two golf balls, mine pink and his blue, and two golf clubs, mine shorter and his taller, before bringing us out onto the practice course. 

He set my ball down in front of me and handed me my golf club. "Okay," He said. "Try to get it in that hole," and pointed to a hole about six feet away.

"Alright," I said. I took a deep breath, gripped the club with both my hands, aimed, and swung. But instead of hitting the golf ball, I missed completely and my club smacked into the ground.

Jacob almost died of laughter, and I almost died of embarrassment. 

When he finely stopped laughing, Jacob came over to me. "Okay, first of all, your holding the club wrong."

"Oh," I said. I looked down at my hands and tried to fix them.

"Just let me help," said Jacob, and he walked up behind me, reaching over my back until his hands touched mine. "Here," he whispered softly, and moved my hands to where they should be. I don't know if it's because Jacob is behind or because this new stance actually does help, but this definitely felt a lot more comfortable.

"Does that feel better," He whispered. I nodded my head because I couldn't find words.

"Good," He said. "Now just bring it back, swing forward, and follow through." As he said this he made me do what he was saying. He stayed with me for a little bit before I seemed to get the hang of it.

He looked proud of me. "Good, now make that hole in one."

I took a deep breath, made sure my grip was right, aimed, brought the club back, and swung. The ball went into the hole in one stroke. That was my first ever hole in one.

The rest of time I did pretty good. Jacob still won, but I did a lot better than I usually did. After we were done Jacob bought us ice cream and took us back to the hotel. 

The night seemed to fly by so quick. 

Now Jacob stood in front of me, smiling, and at first the image brought me joy, but then I remembered that Magcon was tomorrow and we would both have to leave after that.

Jacob must have noticed my feelings change, because he asked, "What's wrong?"

I looked up at him and noticed genuine worry etched across his face, and maybe even a little love.

"Nothing," I said, wrapping my arms his neck, "Nothing at all." I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Jacob leaned down towards me, and I went up on my toes to reach him, and finally our lips met. After what felt like years, are lips finally collided, and it was more than I ever dreamed it could be.