You Have No Idea (Josh Groban fan fic)

Chapter 3

Over the next few weeks I didn't have much time to think about what Monica had said at the bowling evening. I had flights to book, presents to buy and a job to do. It turned out our hair and make up team was bigger than needed and a few people might be sacked after Christmas. In the grand scheme of the entertainment business a make up artist was pretty unimportant. I would have to keep my head down, work hard and show I was an important member of the team to keep my job. Hopefully a good friendship with Josh and Monica showed I was good with people.

In the quiet moments I had alone I'd sometimes think about what Monica said but then I had to remind myself not to over think. Then I'd start thinking that maybe I had a crush on Josh. He was funny, clever and very charming but never arrogant with all that talent. When I really thought about it I knew that seeing him each morning made mornings way easier. I'd catch myself smiling as I watched him work. If there was a piano nearby he'd find it between scenes and would effortlessly play. I could gladly watch him as the music just seemed to pour out of him.

Oh god, I totally had a crush on him.

It was a few days before our Christmas break when he started being weird. I could almost see a switch go in him that made him suddenly quieter. The first warning sign was when he sat at the piano with his hands ready to play but no music came out.

I was on my way into work one morning and talking on the phone. I saw Josh walking towards me along the corridor.

"I'm so excited! I can't wait to see you!" I squeaked into the phone.

Josh was closer now and gestured that he wanted to talk.

"I've got to go cos I'm almost in the make up room. I'll keep in touch with you about the flight. Love you too! Bye!" I ended the call and greeted Josh with a hug.

Maybe I was over thinking it but it felt like I meant that hug more.

"You ok?" I asked. "You wanted to talk."

"Yeah, no." he mumbled. "It's not important. It's ok."

"It looked important." I said.

"It can wait. I'd better go." he dismissed and headed past to his dressing room.

I shrugged and carried on. Men!

When I was doing his hair I caught him looking worried as I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked deflated.

"What's up sweet cheeks? You're not yourself today." I asked.

"I'm just tired." I shrugged. After a long pause he added "Who were you talking to on the phone earlier?"

"That was my brother. He phoned to say he's going to pick me up from the airport so I don't have to get about twenty trains to get home to the folks. I'm so glad!" I told hm.

"Oh." he said in a small voice. "That makes sense."

I continued running a bit of hair product through a particularly curly patch of his hair that didn't want to play ball.

"Not a boyfriend then..." he said quietly, possibly to himself.

"There's defiantly no boyfriend, darling." I smiled.

"Or girlfriend? I'm ok with that too." he added, trying to sound nonchalant.

"No girlfriend either. I'm a single, straight women if that's what you're asking." I said, trying not to laugh.

"Ok." he said in a small voice.

We didn't speak again that day but he played the piano and it made me smile.

The next morning he barely said a word, just gave me a wrapped gift and told me not to open it until Christmas Day and left. He didn't play piano that day and it worried me. I knew he suffered from anxiety and I wondered if he was going to have a panic attack.

When I was coming back from lunch I found him in the corridor looking pale and shaking. I knew what that meant.

"Look at me." I said authoritatively, taking his shaking hands. "You're fine. Take a few deep breaths."

He nodded in agreement and took a few deep breaths.

"Do you... do..." he muttered. He took another deep breath and with the exhale said quite quickly. "When you come back from your break do you want to go on a date with me?"

I took a few seconds to replay that in my head. "A date?" I asked, not entirely sure I'd heard right.

"Yes, but it doesn't have to be. It can just be two friends having dinner." he mumbled.

"I'd love to." I smiled. "I'd be honoured to go on a date with you actually."

He smiled and visibly lightened. "Really?" he asked.

A bold idea came over me. "Why wait?" I asked. "We could do tonight or tomorrow night."

"Really?" he grinned.

"Yeah! Let's go out for sushi tonight." I said. "Yes?"

"Yes!" he laughed.

"This is exciting!" I grinned. Another bold moment came over me so I stood up a little on my toes and kissed him on the cheek.

"Yo English!" someone shouted from the room.

"You'd better go." he said, now grinning from ear to ear.

"See you later." I grinned and almost literally skipped off into the room.

That afternoon I passed him at the piano playing something bubbling with joy. Of course I grinned. As I, later, powdered a slightly shiny spot on his cute nose we couldn't stop smiling.

"I need your address so I can pick you up later. Is 7 ok?" he asked quietly so only we could hear.

"7's good but you don't have to pick me up. It's probably out of your way." I replied.

"I want to." he said.

"Ok, I'll text you later." I nodded.

I was quickly ushered away but we both kept grinning.

"Josh, I said action. Please concentrate. Going again... and... action." I heard the director saying.

I smirked to myself knowing I'd distracted him.