The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 50: Green and Blue-Grey

Jo

I wake up from what feels like the best sleep I've had since leaving London and I know too well it's all because of this British adonis sleeping soundly right next to me whose arm is draped over my waist. Mum and dad know too well there's no point of them letting Hero stay in another room given my history of indiscretions. Hence, he ends up sleeping with me in my own room. Take that newly engaged couple, Katherine and Jeremiah, who still sleeps in different bedrooms.

I roll myself so that I am now facing him and just stay there, admiring every tiny details of his extremely beautiful face. How is he real? He's just too perfect for this world. The slight crack from my window's curtains allow a sliver of sunshine to stream into my room, perfectly hitting Hero's face. The way almost half of his face is buried into the pillow and his disheveled hair makes him look attractive in an adorable fashion.

The sudden urge to capture a photo of him in this exact moment overwhelms me only to realize that I have never taken a photo of him since we've met. Not a single one. How did I never think of that before? I grab my phone on the nightstand and quickly scroll though my gallery to make sure. Maybe I do have a photo of him somewhere. Like from a group photo or while we were on set, but alas, there isn't any that has Hero's face on it.

I guess with him being who he is, I could easily access any photograph of him through the internet. But of course, that isn't the same as if I was the one to capture the photo. So I tap on my camera feature and snap dozens of pictures of him in different angles, stifling my giggles as I do so I don't waken him from his sleep.

Poor baby. He must've been extremely exhausted from his flight yesterday and is still nursing his jet lag.

Once I'm satisfied with the amount of photos I've snapped, I scroll through them to find the best shot and immediately make it my home and lock screen background. While I'm at it, I think about how everyone already knows we're dating but we haven't posted anything about our relationship before or even about each other in general. I'm not really good at handling social media myself and Hero's a really private person so I guess it makes sense to us. The fans will absolutely go wild if I post this photo of a sleeping Hero.

With a smirk breaking across my face, I tap my Instagram app and without giving it another thought, I post the photo.

No caption. Just pure Hero.

It doesn't even take a nanosecond before the notifications start flooding in. Normally, I would just ignore them altogether but I'm quite in a playful mood right now. I'll just read some of the comments and maybe... just maybe reply to some of the funniest and wittiest ones.

Only to immediately regret that decision.

The first thing I read is: Have you seen the video?

Fuck!

No, no, no, no, no!

Not again!

I tear my eyes off my phone screen and stare at Hero, still soundly asleep beside me. Unproblematic, uncaring, entirely at ease.

Like he's done nothing wrong.

Maybe he hasn't done anything wrong.

I should just see what that damn video is before I start jumping to conclusions. Maybe it's just a video of Hero puffing a joint. That wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, maybe I'm just overreacting, it's all.

I open my tagged posts and I instantly become dizzy with all the tags of the same video.

A woman with straight black hair taking a video of herself with someone's arms-both arms at that-on either sides of her shoulders, and then she shifts the camera or her head, I'm not entirely sure, showing the side profile of the man behind her. Hero. I'd recognise that side profile anywhere and I guess so could all our fans. "G-goo... good boy," he slurs, unaware that a video is being taken.