Jealousy. - A Virat Kohli fanfiction. [Completed]

26. In Love.

Recap~~~~
Then, I got a call from Hazel. I answered it, and the first thing she said, I mean, shouted, was "YOU TOLD HIM YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH VARUN?"

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Bloody hell. How did she know? I looked at Virat who was viciously typing on his iPhone, probably texting Yuvi, who told Hazel what I said.

(J-Jaya, H-Hazel.)
H- Jaya! That's the most pathetic excuse ever! It's not even true.
J- Listen, Hazel. I can't talk about this right now.
H- Oh really? Where the hell are you Jaya?
J- Hazel! Chill. I'm with Virat in the car.
H- Yeah, so why can't you have this conversation? I mean, it's not like it's none of his business is it?

I stayed quiet for a while.

H- You know what Jaya, I thought we were best friends, but apparently, we're not. You need to stop keeping secrets from me, and from Virat. Talk to me when you sort yourself out.

With that, she hung up on me. What did she mean by secrets and Virat??
"What was that about?" Virat asked, seriously.
"Nothing, nothing." I replied with attitude. He raised his eyebrow at me. "You should start minding your own business, idiot." I rolled my eyes.
"But it has got something to do with me hasn't it?" He asked.
I ignored him.
"Jaya." He said and lifted my chin up so I was looking at him.
"We will talk when we're in the hotel." He said. I scoffed, and put my earphones back in.

Half an hour later, we had reached the hotel. It was one of my favourite hotels in Bangalore, I came here often with bhai with CSK before. We dodged all paparazzi, and we didn't have to check in because of our famous status, so one of the workers took our bags, and another led us to our room.

The room was great, as usual, but there was one thing. I walked in, and there was one bed there. Boy, I was not going to share a bed with the man who just treated me like shit. When the man left the room, I turned to Virat.

"You're sleeping on that sofa." I pointed to the small sofa that was by the balcony. He shook his head.
"I'm sleeping in the bed." He said. "I want to sleep in the bed!" He moaned.
"Well tough, Kohli, I want to sleep in that bed too." I folded my arms.
"Tough." He jumped on the bed.
"Get off you idiot I'm sleeping here!" I moaned.
"Make me." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes and gave up. I guess I'd be sleeping on the sofa.

I walked up to the bed, and fell flat on my face on it. I was so tired.
"Ughhhhhh" I groaned.
"What's wrong with you now?" Virat scoffed.
"This bed... it's just so... comfortable." I said whilst putting my head on the pillow.

"Tough. It's my night in the bed, you can sleep in it tomorrow." He gave me a sarcastic smile.
"I hate you so much!" I moaned.

"Erm, I think, you were meant to say 'I love you so much.'" He smirked.

"In your dreams Kohli." I said.
"That happens every day in my dreams, so yeah, you're right. In my dreams." He smiled. "And in real life too..." He muttered.

"What!" I asked.
"Nothing." He looked away. "It's getting near dinner time now. We should eat." He said seriously.

"I'm not eating." I crossed my arms. I was literally being so petty today.
"Well, bye then. I'm going to stuff my face with all I can eat sushi before IPL. Unless you want to miss out on sushi, I think you'd want to come with me." He smirked.

He knew sushi was like my favourite thing, and he shares my love for it too. It's literally the best food every, apart from home made Indian food though.

"Sushiiii?" I groaned.
"Hmm. Come on. Let's leave before it gets too late." He put his shoes on.

I sat up on the bed, crossing my arms, which made him look at me amused.
"You not coming?" He asked.
"Nope. Go on your own. I can't be bothered to go." I lied. "Oh, but please bring me back some?" I pouted. He laughed at my question.