You Have No Idea (Josh Groban fan fic)

Chapter 9

We went out for lunch on New Year's Day and took Sweeney with us in hope someone would let him into their restaurant. I felt underdressed in my joggers and Phantom tshirt so Josh leant me some jeans and a cosy sweater that were a bit too baggy for me but very cosy and smelt of him so I couldn't complain.

"You look annoyingly good in my clothes." he pointed out.

"Thanks!" I laughed and flicked my hair.

We walked along some trendy streets of New York hand in hand with Sweeney trotting along in front of us happily. I liked to think we looked pretty stylish and well coordinated.

We found a nice, cosy cafe that let dogs in and were hit by the warmth when we went in. Sweeney sat between my feet with his chin on my knee and let my stroke his ears while we watched Josh get food and drinks for us.

"What are we going to do at work?" I asked while we ate.

"Well, you're a make up artist, you do your make up thing and I'm trying to act so I'll do my acting thing." he replied.

I gave him a withering look. "You know that's not what I meant." I told him. "What are we going to do about, you know, us? Are we going to be a couple at work?"

He sighed and tried to hide a hint of exasperation, clearly not wanting to have a deep conversation about us. "Do you want to?"

"Yes." I nodded. "And no. I don't want people to think I'm just sleeping with you to get ahead in the business."

"You're not, right?" he asked, looking worried.

It was my turn to sigh with exasperation. "You know I'm in love with you. You know I love you cos you're funny and clever and cos we just kind of get each other. You tickle my nerd brain when you come out with all that funny stuff."

He blushed a little. "I didn't know all of that." he said quietly.

I blushed too. "Is it hot in here or just my embarrassment?" I asked to lift the mood.

"That's why I love you too. Your sense of humour is just something else." he told me and took my hand. "Well, your smoking hot body might have something to do with it too."

I snorted with laughter. "That's exactly what I'm talking about!"

When we were walking back to his apartment he gave me the answer to my question. "I think we should keep us kind of quiet. It's not out of shame cos I could never be ashamed of us but I want you to be known as the clever make up artist on set, not as my girlfriend."

"Clever answer." I told him.

That afternoon at his apartment I could hear him playing the piano. I continued to look through his collection of books for a while so I didn't disturb him while he was in the zone. Curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see how he worked so I followed the music and found him at the grand piano with Sweeney lying on the floor like a rug next to him. I leant against the door frame, smiling and watched them from a slight distance. It was a beautiful sight to behold, seeing them both relaxed and off guard. Sweeney gave me away soon after when he looked up, made a happy noise and padded over to see me. Josh watched Sweeney go and jumped a little when he saw me there but continued playing. I giggled slightly.

"How long have you been there?" he sang.

"Long enough to..." I said but he cut me off.

"No, sing it to me and sit right here." he sang, patting the seat left from yesterday.

I laughed and entered the room. "Long enough to know you're amazing." I sang back in the wrong tune. "Sorry, I don't know this tune so I can't really sing along." I told him.

He stopped playing and turned to me. "Just something I'm working on." he shrugged.

"I'm honoured to hear it but don't stop for me." I said, gesturing back to the piano.

"I'd rather spend my time with you. It was rude of me to disappear off and work on music." he shrugged.

"Stop being charming." I teased and poked him in the chest. "Speaking of spending time together, alas, it has to come to an end. I should go back to mine tonight. I don't want to but I should."

He looked at me with sad puppy eyes and I would have given anything to make him stop. "But why?" he asked.

I searched for a good reason to leave. "Cos... I can't turn up to work in your clothes or in my joggers and Phantom tshirt. Defiantly not in the onesie!" I tried to justify. I didn't think anyone would really notice to be fair. "I don't want to look like a dirty stop out."

"A what?" he laughed.

"A slut who stays at her boyfriend's all night and creeps home in the wee hours." I explained. That just made him laugh harder. "Shut up." I grumbled and gave him another poke in the chest.

"At least let me try to persuade you to stay." he said when he'd pulled himself together.

"You can try but..." I said but he stopped me with a passionate kiss.

"Sweeney, go away. We're going to have grown up time." he said over my shoulder.

I laughed and let him scoop me onto his lap.