baby it's you // olly murs

17 - fake dating?

I've been staying at Vicky and Pete's for 3 days now, and so has Olly...

He's been staying in his old bedroom whilst Josh and I have been staying in the guest room.

"Tell mummy to wake up," I heard a voice to my left say.

"Wake up mumma." I heard Josh say, coming from the same side. I turned my head and saw Olly carrying Josh, high fiving him that he woke me up. "Morning mumma!" Josh chimed from Olly's arms.

"Morning Joshy." I said as he leapt out of Olly's arms and into mine. I gave him a kiss and cuddle and he say on my lap.

"Where's my good morning kiss and cuddle?" Said Olly, with a pout. I covered Josh's eyes and stuck my middle finger up at him. "Rude. Well Pops...ppy, I've got a meeting this morning and they wanted you to join me... And then I've got a meet and greet, so I was wondering if you wanted to join me, like...just sit there and we can grab a bite to eat."

"Errr...yeah sure? I don't get why they want to see me...they don't know about me, do they?"

He shook his head. "They said they wanted to see the girl who 'I've been spending a lot of time with'," he said, shaking his head. "Meeting starts in 30 minutes by the way."

My head shot up. "30 minutes?! Are you kidding?!"

"Better start getting ready." he said, winking at me.

---

I opened the door, 15 minutes after Olly told me we had 30 minutes till the meeting started. I looked a mess. My hair was down, natural. I was wearing a pair of jeans with one of my sweatshirts. I put on my converses and looked at myself through the mirror. I looked..

"You look beautiful." the voice caught me off guard, making me jump. I turned my head to see Olly, leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed over his chest.

I looked at what he was wearing, a plain blue t-shirt, with a denim jacket over the top, and black jeans. "Denim on denim, really?"

"I hope you weren't checking me out, Miss Dawson." He said, walking into the room. I scoffed. He came up to me and was literally centimetres away from me.

Before he could get any nearer, I opened my mouth. "I really wish you'd understand about my little bubble."

"We were caught in a bubble no one could burst." He sang softly under his breathe, putting a hand on my lower back and guiding me out of the room.

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"Mr Murs, they're ready for you."

"You stay here, and if they need you, I'll call you?" Olly said to me, as he rose from his seat and walked into the room, closing the door. 

I sat there for about 10 minutes, before a distressed Olly came out and motioned for me to come in. I rose from the seat and walked over to the door, where Olly looked apoligetically at me. I entered the room, greeted by 3 smiling faces. 

"Hello, Miss Dawson."

"Er...hello." I replied, uneasily. 

"We've discussed some matters with Mr Murs, here. And we understand that you know have a child with Mr Murs," I nodded slowly, taking in the information, "right, well, would you like your son to be in the public eye?" 

I thought for a bit. "Why?" I questioned. 

"We're thinking about revealing all the world. Mr Murs' fans love seeing him with children, and to see him in a committed relationship would-"

"Woah, hold it there. We aren't together." I cut him off, staring at them.

"As I was saying," the man said, "it would reduce the accusations of Mr Murs being a 'player'."

"What are you implying?" I asked.

"You and Mr Murs being in a relationship. With the child obviously." 

"The child's name is Joshua. If you are including him in this I'd like you to call him by his name." 

Olly softly hit my leg, and I looked at him. He shook his head. He's right. Starting arguments isn't exactly going to solve anything. 

"Can I talk to Olly outside for a minute?" I asked, politely. They nodded and I got up, dragging Olly by his arm. "What the hell, Olly?!" I shouted at him, hitting his arm. "Who's idea was this?!" 

"Ouch! It wasn't mine. I tried to convince them that it doesn't have to resort to this but they were having none of it. They said that we either pretend to be a happy family or I never see you or Josh again. Please, you can hate me all you want. But I don't...I can't lose you again." 

I sighed, lowering my head. "Fine." I muttered. 

"What?" Olly said. I walked away from him and into the room, taking my seat again. 

"Fine." I repeated. They smiled. 

"Excellent. We want you to move in with Mr Murs, and we'll deal with the rest. You may leave." I stormed out of the room and went straight into the car. 

Olly joined my after a few minutes, out of breathe. "I forgot how fast you could walk." He said, getting into the drivers seat and starting the engine. I stiffled a grin and looked out of the window. "Poppy, I'm sorry."

I grunted. "It's not your fault." I don't want him feeling bad for something management has done. 

"No it is. If I never returned to your life, you and Josh would be fine. You'd still be living with your family, working at the restaurant, you could have a boyfriend." 

I laughed. "Olly, I haven't had a boyfriend in 3 years, why do you think one would suddenly turn up out of the blue?" 

"Well you've got one now," he said, nudging me with his elbow, "well, a fake one." 

I smiled and nodded. "So where's the meet and greet?" I said, trying to change the subject. 

"Westfield. That shopping centre in London. I thought maybe you could do a little shopping whilst I meet the fans." 

"Olly I have no money." 

He dug into his pockets and put his credit card on my lap. "Now you do. What's mine is yours, remember." 

I shook my head and tried to give it back to him. "No, no no no no I can't do that." 

"Poppy, please. Just take it." He begged. I sighed. 

"I'm going to buy you something nice as well. Maybe a new outfit. Or a trilby." 

"Ooh, good idea. I do need a new one." He joked, laughing. 

"Shut up." 

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We arrived at the shopping centre and Olly went off somewhere, while I had the credit card. I feel so bad for taking it. Well, I ws sort of forced to take it if anything. I enter the shopping centre and just see loads of screaming teenage girls and boys. Oh great. I make my way through the crowd, trying to get to Topshop. The teenagers start screaming, and I catch a glimpse of Olly. He's wearing the same outfit that I just saw him with, but his trilby is gone, and replaced by his quiff. He looks...wow. He looks in my direction and winks at me. The fans go absolutely crazy. 

"Oh my god, Olly Murs just winked at me!"

"No, he winked at me!"

"Bitch, please! He was winking at me." 

I shook my head and smiled, walking into Topshop.