I'm Not Who You Think I Am (A Jack Maynard FanFic) #Wattys2016

Chapter 8

EMILYS POV

I grunt as I swing my racket

The ball hits against the back wall before he can hit it

"Fuck sake, you win" he groans

"Shut up Oli, your such a bad loser!" I say sticking my tongue out at him

I walk towards the middle of the court to meet him

I grab my bottle of water and my towel

I enjoyed playing tennis, I have done since I have been a teenager but sadly Conor and Jack won't play with me

For a matter of fact my own brother doesn't want to play tennis with me

But Oli Is up for anything so I thought I would challenge him

"So how are you feeling about tomorrow?" Oli asks before taking a drink of his water

"Oli, mate it is another day" I say with a shrug

"But it's your birthday!" he exclaims

"I'm only turning a year older" I say

It was only a day where I was turning a year older, it's nothing special

"And we're going clubbing!" Oli says with a little happy dance

"We always go clubbing on a Saturday" I say shrugging again

"Oh shut up Emily, so how is everything at the Maynard, Pieters and Pearce residents?" he asks putting his bottle down

"Well Jack has really been out the way since he came back from staying at Mikey's, that has only happened since Conor had ago at him for interrupting the 'moment', Conor well he hasn't been home much recently, I mean he has been coming home but just really late and Josh well, Josh is Josh, he never does anything wrong" As I finish what I was saying, I laugh

What I was saying was true, Josh never did anything wrong towards me

People just took the mick out of him because of his height

Poor kid!

"And how are you, Miss Pearce?" Oli asks

"Ask me on Sunday morning and then I'll see how I feel" I say with a laugh

I guess I am lucky that my birthday is on a Saturday

Oli was my best friend, I told him everything knowing that he wouldn't tell Mikey

Like Jack and Conor would straight away tell Mikey

That's why I trust him

-THE NEXT DAY-

I wake up with a sort of smile on my face

Not the fact that I had turned 22, just the fact that a shirtless Conor was stood in front of the mirror that was directly in my view

What?

Who wouldn't like to see a shirtless boy on the morning of their birthday

Don't judge me

I see him start to turn around

I quickly lay back down and pretend to be asleep

I feel him come and get on the bed

"I know your awake" he whispers before attaching his lips to mine

I giggle slightly into the kiss

This goes on for a few minutes before he pulls away

"So birthday girl, shall we get up?" he asks, I nod