Me And My JJ

2

Anaya P.O.V

"Wake up Anaya! You have an hour to get ready for the competition" my mum said as she opened the curtains
I groan. I want just ten more minutes. Is that too much to ask?

I drag myself off the bed and walk into the bathroom. I shower and walk out the bathroom and over to my dressing table. I dry my hair and then straighten it so that it doesn't frizz.

What the hell am I supposed to wear? I walk over to my little 'wardrobe' and look through it. I swear, I brought everything I don't want to wear.

After about twenty minutes of rooting through my clothes I settle on a burgundy body-con dress and black tights. I start putting my make-up on.

Once I finished, I started looking for my black hijab. When I found it I wrapped it another way from normal. It was more simple and I could wear my glasses. I wasn't in the mood for contacts. I was tired already and I know I'd be rubbing my eyes a lot.

I put my matching sneakers on and grab my phone before walking out the door. Mum told me she was going to be next door making the breakfast in my brother's suite.

I lock the door and as soon as I open the door my eyes meet with the back of a very attractive boy. He begins to turn around but before our eyes can meet, I run into the suite next door.

"Hello, beta come and eat" my dad says
"I gotta be honest, you actually smell good today" Hannan says
"Ooh careful there you almost gave me a compliment" I joke and he rolls his eyes

"Beta, what do you want to eat?" My mum asks me
I wait for my stomach to tell me what I should eat but nothing happens.
"I'm not hungry" I say

"Anaya, you slept all the way through the car journey yesterday, you got to your bed here and slept all the way to today! There's no way you can't be hungry! Get your arse here and grab something to eat" Fayzaan shouts
Instead of arguing back I turn to my dad,
"Papa, can I have ten pounds to get a coffee and a muffin at Starbucks?" I ask him and he nods pulling a ten pound note out and hands it to me

I smile and get up. I walk out the door and practically run out the building because I don't want to run into Harris and his friends.

I walk along the streets of London that are quite familiar to me. We've been down here a lot. I know my way around.

I get to the counter and order my vanilla latte but decide not to get a muffin. I sit down and wait for my latte to come. I unlock my phone and open up snapchat. I send a selfie to all my streaks and then post a picture of my outfit that I took earlier today on my story.

I hear whispering from the booth in front of me.
It sounded like 'dude just go' and 'don't be such a pussy'

I get interrupted by the barrister who brings my latte. I thank him and snapchat my latte. If it didn't go on your snapchat story, did it even happen?

I'm getting kinda scared and worried about the competition now. I mean, there's probably a million other girls in that competition that sound way better than me. And I bet they have their life sorted out. Unlike my stupid ass.

I sigh and stand up. I straighten out my dress before grabbing my phone and latte and walking out. As I walked past the booth that I heard whispering from earlier, I heard more whispers that sounded a bit like, 'you pussy she's gone now'

I hate it when boys use that language. It's unattractive, which is an intelligent comment coming from me as I have the filthiest, dirtiest mouth and mind ever.

Just as I was entering the hotel building, my phone rang. It was Uzair. I picked up.

"Why'd you call me?" I ask
"Ami wants you home right now cos the competitions starting in fifteen minutes" he explained
"I'm just in the lift coming up" I tell him before ending the call

I walked into my suite and mum was sat on the sofa. She looked up at me and smiled
"Shall we go now?" She asked
And I nodded and walked out of the building and into the car.

While mum was driving, my mind was racing just about everywhere. It was at school, it was at my best friends that I'd left without telling them. I swear I felt so bad for doing that. And my mind was on a very special boy. Ali. Even his name gave my stomach butterflies.

The sound of my phone buzzing interrupted my thoughts.
I looked down and it was Alina asking me to call her.

I decided to call her because I had nothing else to do and my fat ass was getting bored.

She picked up straight away.
"ANAYA! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN" she screamed
"Sis chill, you nearly blasted my ear drum" I laugh
"Seriously though, where you at?" She asked
"I'm kinda in London" I sat quietly
"WHAT?!" I hear four voices scream

"Are you all together?" I ask and they all reply saying yes
"Why're you in London?" Rukayah asked
"My mum dragged me here cos I have to compete in a Naat competition" I explained

"THANK GOD SOMEBODY GOT YOU UP OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND MADE YOU DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE" Halima shouts and I laugh getting out the car

We walked into the building and mum went to sign me in
"So, any cute guys?" Ayesha asked
"I was waiting for that question to come up" I laughed
"Bitch you know" she laughed

We started walking backstage and mum went to the bathroom so I was alone wandering around.

"Well, there is this one guy" I say and they all began squealing
"Oh my god what's his name?" Halima shouted eagerly

Just ask I was about to say his name I realised Halima had the biggest crush on Harris. I can't do that to a friend

"Err well I don't know his name but he's got curly hair, he's always wearing sunglasses, he's got a really good taste in clothes and he's got a cute face" I say and I hear squealing over the phone

"Ahem" somebody clears their throat. It can't be the girls cos it's a manly sound
I pick my head up and see a familiar face stood in front of me.
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