A Shot of Herophine

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Friendly reminder that this is only a work of fiction and written purely for entertainment purposes.

Josephine's POV

"How do you like this one?", my stylist asks me for the third time this morning.

The day has finally arrived. Not to be dramatic or anything, but I've been looking forward to today for months. Tonight, I'll be attending my first ever Teen Choice Awards, which in itself, is absolutely insane to me.

Even more insane is the fact that I've been nominated for my first ever award.

"I'm not sure about this", I answer, conflicted. "What other choices do we have?"

"There's one more we haven't tried. I brought it just in case, but it's really different from your usual style."

My stylist reappears holding out a short red dress that looks like it'll fit tightly and won't leave much to the imagination.

Hesitating, I remove the light pink chiffon dress I had just tried on and slip on the red dress. My stylist zips up the back and I turn to trace the full-length mirror at the corner of the hotel room.

I was definitely not wrong in my assumptions, yet somehow, as I look at myself in the mirror, something just clicks.

"Let's go with this one", I tell my stylist, turning back around to face her.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I think it's time for a change", I say confidently. It's a change that I think Hero will definitely like.

Hero's POV

"See you later", I call out to my stylist as I head back towards my hotel room.

Swiping my key card, I unlock the door and push it open to find the bed still a mess of pillows and sheets.

"Jo?", I call out and I'm met with silence, as I expected, since she had her outfit fitting like me early this morning. My fitting was over quickly seeing as I've been doing them for years for runways or photoshoots.

I sit on the bed, pull out my phone, and dial my publicist to make sure that our car for tonight has been reserved.

Once that's confirmed, I decide to channel my more 'romantic side' by ordering Jo a tiny bundle of sunflowers, since they're her favourite. Today is special for her and I want to congratulate her properly.

Of course, the flowers are no match for the present she'll get later tonight, but I think they're a thoughtful gift nonetheless.

My girlfriend still hasn't returned by the time I've done my calls, so I phone in for room service, requesting that an elaborate brunch be delivered to our room. Yet another romantic gesture on my part to surprise her on her special day.

I'm in way too deep with this girl to even care that I keep using the word 'romantic'. My mates would mock my ass if they knew how whipped I was, but I honestly couldn't care less.

Jo arrives shortly after the food is delivered. I'm busy laying the platers of food on the bed when she walks up behind me and hugs me tightly.

"I love you so much", she declares, excitement evident in her voice.

I turn around to return her embrace and ask, "You talking to me or the food?"

"Both", she responds cheekily and leans up to kiss my lips. Once we separate, I pull her onto the bed so we can settle into the covers and start eating.

As she climbs onto the bed, I take her in and my eyes roam towards her t-shirt that is so thin, I can make out everything underneath it.

"Ugh, I'm starving ", Jo exclaims while she fluffs the pillows and leans them against the headboard.