Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I rolled over and hit the snooze button.
No. No. No. No. No. How could that have been a dream..?! It felt so real. I had never experienced anything like it. I closed my eyes and tried to remember. It was all so clear. Flashes of the dream coming back to me.
His arm around me walking me into the building.
His laugh when I tripped over the electricity chords taped to the floor.
Him introducing me to the boys.
The ride back to the hotel in the van, my hand on his knee.
Sitting with him, talking and laughing for what seemed like hours.
Walking back to my apartment, hand in hand.
The chill in the air during the early hours of the morning.
The warmth that followed when he took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
Reaching my apartment and not wanting to say goodbye.
After saying goodnight, when he gently took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.
Watching him from my window at he blew me a kiss and walked off down the street.
I could feel my heart being torn from my chest and leaving with him. Away from me.
Laying in my bed and pulling his jacket tightly around me.
I smiled and inhaled.
The smell of him was so crisp. So real. Almost as if he was there.. But it was just the jacket..
My eyes flew open and I fell out of bed.. THE JACKET! I quickly got to my feet. Standing right in front of my mirror, I just stood there. Staring at myself. I was wearing a leather jacket over my clothes from last night. No. Not possible. This wasnt...
“Nico!!!!” My thoughts were inturrupted by Kara running in and tackling me onto my bed. We fell to the bed laughing. She sat up and looked at me. Her eyes widened and I swear her jaw dropped to the floor.
“Nic...But..Thats.. Holy shit.” She was stumbling over her words and I couldnt help but laugh.
“Kara. This is Jay's....” There was no mistaking. Any member of the fanmily would recognize it. It was the leather jacket he wears in the Chasing The Sun music video.
“Oh my god. Details. NOW!” I recapped the night with her from memory.. When I got to the part where he kissed my forehead she stopped me.
“The forehead?!” She sounded shocked.
“It was sweet...” My lips were saying one thing.. but my eyes were saying something quite the opposite.I heard myself defending him. But the truth was, I wanted a kiss. Not on the hand, not on the cheek, and not on the forehead. A real honest to goodness kiss. And she knew it.
She glanced down at her phone.
11:11.
“Now, make a wish.” I laughed. I had been doing this for as long as I could remember.
I closed my eyes tightly and thought two words over and over.
James McGuiness. James McGuiness. James McGuiness.
I put my hands into the pockets of the jacket and my hand hit something. I pulled it out of my pocket and gasped.
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Jay's POV
I heard my alarm go off and I hit snooze. I knew Martin would be calling in a few minutes making sure I didnt fall back asleep. But I didnt care. I closed my eyes and thought about last night. I couldnt have asked for anything better. Nicolette was amazing. She was sweet, and funny, and dorky in a cute way, and she was absolutely beautiful. And we had the perfect night. Until the end. When I dropped her off at her apartment, I said goodbye and I kissed her. On the forehead. The forehead Jay... Really!? I should have gone for it. I know that, but I was nervous. Why though? Why did this girl make me nervous? There was just something about her.. And I wish that last night had ended differently.
My phone rang and I answered it quickly. It was Martin. I assured him I was up and getting ready then hung up the phone. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to run the shower.
I dont mind seeing fans in front of the hotel when we leave. Its always nice to put a smile on their faces. But this particular morning I was thankful that there was no one outside the hotel as we climbed into the van and headed to the airport. I was not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. When we got to the airport we unloaded the van, putting the large items at the bagcheck outside and went in to check into our flight. I reached into my bag to get my passport. But it wasnt there.
Oh fuck.
I left it in my jacket pocket. And my jacket, it was with Nicolette.
