Away From Reality - Jack Maynard - IM A CELEBRITY - COMPLETE

'Where Else Would I Rather Be?'

"Hey, don't worry about that alright." He whispers, looking down at where my hands have clasped onto the collar of his shirt.

Completely forgetting we're in the jungle, Jamie's head unexpectedly swerves down in-front of mine. Before I can even register the closeness, his lips have come to place on mine, his hands running to clasp around my waist. My own arms trapped in his chest with my hair flustering backwards in the wind, I can't even take in the surreal-ness of what is happening.

Jamie Lomas is kissing me.

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Holly P.O.V

Feeling the warmth of his tender soft lips across mine is just a blur. Not anything I consent to, but for some reason, I'm not hating.

And suddenly, Jamie's face is away, and his eyes have opened again to meet mine. Looking completely flustered, red, embarrassed and ashamed, he takes a few steps away before scratching the back of his head. "I'm so sorry," he apologises. "Like Holly, I didn't mean to-"

"Jamie-" I interrupt his apology. "It's ok. I mean, I don't know why you just did that, but, it's fine."

"It's not fine though is it?" He questions, looking back down at his bohemian coloured laces. "Like how are you and I gonna do this if Jack is here too, and everyone else, and I'm like twice your age remember?"

"Oh yeah." I sigh.

The thought of Jack's upset face, a face that's scarred my mind as something I shall always see. A stained ink-print in my vision. Maybe his jealousy just got the best of him, or he really doesn't care.

"Holly?" I'm caught up contemplating my thoughts when Jamie calls my name again. "Wanna go back to camp?"

"Promise to tell no one about this?"

"Promise." He agrees. At that. I wipe my eyes and follow Jamie's large structure into camp.

"Hey, guys." Becky greets us from beside the fire. Only her and Dennis are sat around, as everyone else seems to have retired to their sleeping bags after the drama.

"Hi," I whisper, coming over to Becky and sitting beside her on the log. On her lap is placed a pillow, with a pillowcase imprinted with pictures of her husband, ironically called Jamie, and her kids. "This is so cute."

"I love it." She agrees, wiping her own tears away. "Yours, Jack's and Jamie's are down there if you wanna open them?"

Looking down beside the red throne are 3 equally sized paper wrapped packages tied with a ribbon. With Dennis on the opposite side of the fire, he picks up mine and Jamie's, dishing them out to us both.

"Open it." Becky urges as I tear at the wrapping paper. Ripping the fibre seconds at a time, the thing that shows through makes me almost start crying again.

3 pictures, one of me as a little girl just starting out YouTube, one of me in the Jungle, and another of my family with shirts on with my name imprinted. "Oh my god." I muster, covering my mouth with my hand.

Turning each photo over, starting with the one of me starting YouTube, it reads in my mum's handwriting: 'Baby Holly starting YouTube with 20 subscribers!'
The second picture of me in the Jungle; 'Keep your constant positive attitude and infectious smile! We are all so proud!'
And finally, the one with the whole of my family in the front: 'Holly, I can't believe you've come so far and it has only been a week. We are unbelievably proud! We've all met Jack's family at the hotel, and we tell you he's definitely a charming lad. Keep hold of him, hun. All our love Mum and Dad.'