I was so confused. “Hey Jaz!” I was in shock. “Erm hi Olly.” I had gone all shy again. “Don’t be shy babe... follow me.” His comforting voice made me feel slightly more relaxed. We walked up the hill where there was a blanket. “What’s this for?” I was so confused. “I thought you might like a picnic.” I thought this was sweet. “But Olly; why me? Why not any of your other fans?” he smiled at me. “Because you caught my eye!” I was still confused. He sat down. “You gonna stand there like a lemon or join me?” he said laughing. I sat down. “Want a strawberry?” I took it. “Thanks.” He looked at me. “Why are you so shy?” I looked down. “Umm, I don’t really know...” I lied. “You’re lying Jaz, you can tell me.” I looked up at him. He looked concerned “just you know insecurities and bullies at a young age.” He hugged me. “Awwww babe. Don’t worry, I think you’re perfect.”I had never been called perfect before. “Really?” he smiled. “yeh.” He blushed. I giggled. “What’s so funny?” I didn’t really know. “I guess I giggle when I'm nervous.” He moved closer to me. “Why are you nervous? You’re such a timid person, but I guess it makes you who you are.” I just looked at the sky. “I'm sat with Olly Murs why wouldn’t I be nervous.” I swore I was in a dream. “I'm just a normal geezer. Nothing special.” “Apart from the fact you’re an international superstar!” he laughed. “I'm not a superstar. I'm not exactly Whitney Houston.” I had an image of him in a tank top and a skirt. “No. You’re Olly Murs. The perfectly wonderful gentle man.” He looked up. “Thanks babe.” He tried the cinema trick. Putting his arm around me. It was cheesy but I let him anyway. “How long do you have left on tour?” he sighed. “After today I wish I had no more to do. But I have 2 more weeks.” I knew he was going to have to leave.
