You wake up in the morning, sweating and coughing. Your mouth is dry and you cannot stop coughing and blowing your nose. Uh oh, somebody at PAX gave you a cold.
You sit in your hotel room bed in misery, and a while later you hear a knock on the door. You can't get up to go open it, because you are too tired and sick.
"Come in." You say, coughing between words. The door opens, and Jack comes running in. "Oh (Y/N)! What happened?! Did you get sick?!" He says, concern shooting throughout his voice.
"Yeah, I guess." You cough. "Someone got me sick." "I'm so sorry! What do I do?" He says, and you smile, because he sounds like a concerned boyfriend. "Jack, you have to go to PAX. You can't stay here with me. I'll be fine." You say, coughing. You sneeze, and Jack giggles. "But I wanna stay here and take care of you and pamper you!" He whines. "You can't. Fans are waiting for you. Today's the last day of PAX."
"But that means...you're gonna have to leave tomorrow! No!" He says, and frowns. "You really like me THAT much, huh?" You say, smiling. He blushes and stutters.
"N-No, you're just...an uh..." He can't speak, and clears his throat awkwardly. You laugh while coughing, and he smiles and looks down, embarrassed.
"I'm gonna go to PAX, okay? I lov-" He cuts himself off, and you wait for his response. "I love you." He says. You blush deeply, and he kisses you on the forehead and smiles. After he leaves, you fangirl and think to yourself.
I'm just a fangirl. Why me? Why did he choose me? I'm ugly, and I don't have a SINGLE good quality about me. There are 17+ million fans, and he chose me. Is it just because we're in the same hotel? Is it because I get him and know him well? I don't get it.
When a few hours pass, a knock on the door is heard. You tell them to come on in, and Jack enters with handfuls of bags. Plastic bags. "A lot of fans gave you gifts, eh?" You say, feeling proud of him.
"No, I went to the store and bought you all the medicine and get well soon stuff!" He says excitedly.
"You what?! Jack, you didn't have to do that, you sweetheart!" You say, and hug him tightly. "I um...like you a lot, and I want to do stuff for you." He says, and smiles brightly. He really IS in love with you. He sits down on the hotel couch, and smiles at you.
You take your medicine, and fall asleep. A couple hours later, Jack is still on the couch. He gets up to go to the bathroom, and you secretly feel happy that he is using the same bathroom as you. (I'm sorry, I'm a weirdo.) He comes back, and sees you awake. "Hello hun! You feeling any better?" He asks. "A lot, yeah." You respond. "Good! Are you feeling well enough to dress nice and go on a date with me?" He slyly smiles, and you smile hugely. You blush, slightly shocked. Is this real? Okay. Put on a co face. "Of course, my lil Booper Dooper." You say, and he laughs hard.
"That's my girl. I'll meet you in the lobby in 20, okay?" He says. He gives you a thumbs up, and leaves. Once you are alone, you rummage through the bags he got. One if different from the other. It is a black dress, and is perfect for your body size. How did he know?
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You put it on, you you look damn good in it. You also put on the high heels he bought, and they look classy.
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Once you are ready to go, you head outside to the lobby. You see Jack in a blue tuxedo, looking hot as hell. You immediately walk over to him, and look him up and down. He smirks, and does the same with you. "You look so hot, Jack." You blurt out, and immediately blush and look down at your high heels. "So do you." Your eyes widen, and you giggle.
