Dancing with Danger: a Jay McGuiness+ TW Fanfiction

Chapter Nine

"I am not wearing those death traps!"

"You're dating a pop-star; you have an image to uphold! Plus, they're adorable!"

I crossed my arms and stared Marissa down, while she just continued to hold out the bright red heels that perfectly matched my shirt. They were about 4 inches tall, and I would be dead by the end of the night. That's the bad part about living two floors down from Marissa. She liked to give me fashion advice, and rarely let me turn it down.

Clara sat on the bed, reading her book and I saw her glance at the shoes out of the corner of my eye. "Shaun, I like those. You should wear them."

Marissa grinned and I sighed. "See! Even the 7 year old agrees with me!"

God dammit, we didn't have time for this. It was 7:27 and Jay said he'd be here at 7:30. I groan inwardly and snatch the shoes, yanking them on my feet. "Clara, did you brush your hair?" She distantly hums to confirm, but I run my hands through her loose blonde waves anyway. For once, she actually did.

I pause briefly by the full length mirror that hangs in my room and smooth a few wrinkles in my red blouse, readjusting it so the edge falls properly over my black jeans. I grab a black jacket that Marissa had brought for me when she came over, and my black bag, just in time to hear the buzzer ring.

"Clara, come on sweetie!" I am ignored though, in favor of her book. Really? She's such a little nerd. So, I grab her and sling her over my shoulders, Marissa following us laughing. I pass my mum on the couch and she sighs and waves goodbye.

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"What are you doing to that poor child? Come here, Clara!" Jay laughs and takes Clara from where she was laying like a scarf around my neck. She giggles and then takes off down the street, talking to "Luna", her imaginary friend.

Jay and I laugh a little and then he brushes a kiss on my cheek, wrapping his arm around my waist. "You look great love.... How much did Marissa help?"

I roll my eyes and elbow his side. "Have you no faith in my fashion sense?" Clara gets a little bit far, so I add on "Clara, wait for us!" She pouts and cocks her hip, but does pause. Jay returns to our banter and frankly says, "You're sense of fashion is limited to sweat pants or jeans and combat boots or sneakers."

I smile and ruefully admit, "Just the jacket and the shoes. So where are we going for dinner?" He shakes his head and holds a finger up to his lips. He does that a lot, trying to surprise me, like he did with coming back early. It drove me insane, yet I kinda liked it. Well, that's how you can sum up a lot of our relationship.

Originally, I really liked being with Jay because he made me feel normal, but the more time I spent with him I started to realize I wasn't feeling normal, I was feeling special. A lot of people saw me as just another dancer, and a lot assumed that I was Clara's mum. They dismissed me as nothing important. With Jay, it was different. He treated me like I was the celebrity a lot of the time, and at moments like this, walking down the street; it was all too easy for me to forget he was one.

Jay seems to notice my distraction, and lightly squeezes my hip. "Whatcha thinking about?"

I chuckle a little and say with a smirk, "How easy it is for me to forget you're a celebrity." This earns me a smile, though one hiding an emotion I can't figure out. Yet it falls away when his gaze scans around us, locking on one spot. "Yeah, it's so easy when there are photographers everywhere."

Shit. "Clara, sweetheart, come here." She happily bounced over and let me pull the hood up on her little jacket. Jay then quickly swung her onto my back and she laid her head on my shoulder. There haven't been any pictures of her with me and Jay released yet, surprising as that was, and we kinda wanted to keep it that way. Less chance for Henry to find her. Our normal mode of transport, Jay's car or the van generally helped out with this, but we were sticking close to my flat tonight and had decided to walk. Right now I was about ready to slap Marissa with one of her precious heels.