I Found You - The Wanted Fan Fiction / Jay McGuiness

Part 5: O Jay, Jay! wherefore art thou Jay?

Part 5- O Jay, Jay! wherefore art thou Jay?

America was so different. I eventually settled in but it was like restarting my life over again, it was so hard. Every night I would lay awake thinking about what Jay would be thinking, wondering why I hadn’t called him, or why I wasn’t at my house. Maybe he would go to my door and Dad would give him my number? Doubt it. I didn’t want to forget Jay, so I carried his picture in my pocket around with me to remember every day. I looked at it every night. I thought he’s probably moved on- forgot about me. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months into years. It was 2011, I had finished my studying and I was turning 21 and I was to go live in England with Dad. He had sold our family house and moved to London. I was so annoyed with him, how could he just sell our house full of memories without a second thought? I hated him, but I would do anything to go back to England. Mum was so upset to watch me go but as she said, ‘we all have to do things we don’t want to’ drawing in my pocket, along with the whistle I eventually boarded the plane. I held the picture in my hand and watched out the window. I fell asleep for most of the Journey and when I got to Gatwick Airport in England, Dad was waiting. It felt so good to be back, like finally after 4 years I was home. It was awkward between me and Dad, but he was trying so I decided to try as well. Dad’s house was pretty big. London was just how I remembered from my visits from Nottingham. It was Christmas time so all the lights were up.

Dad had made the spare room up and said that it would be my room for now on. He suggested making me lunch and started messing around in the kitchen. I sat on the sofa and switched the telly on. I began watching ‘Hollyoaks’ Oh I had missed English Television. I hadn’t missed the constant adverts though! Suddenly something flashed up on screen. Shock filled my face. Curly haired boy on the screen singing with 4 others on an advert ‘THE WANTED’S NEW ALBUM BATTLEGROUND OUT NOW’ the narrator said. ‘FOR LONDON VIEWERS ONLY: BATTLEGROUND CD SIGNINGS AT LONDON HMV TODAY AT 3PM’ The curly-haired boy looked identical to Jay, my Jay but just looked a little bit older. I shook my head. It couldn’t be Jay? My mind must be playing tricks on me; I must be hallucinating. I looked at my drawing of Jay. What if it was him? What if it is, and I miss the only chance to find him? I decided I would go along, what’s the harm in just checking? I checked the clock, it was 2.30. I told Dad I was just going to explore the area, and he agreed. I remembered a lot about London, so I got a bus into central and found my way to HMV. Hundreds upon hundreds of fans surround the store. All screaming, with words written on their faces, gripping their CD’s. I bought a CD and began to queue. I had got there in time and the queue shut, and everyone began to scream. The queue began to move and people began going into the shop, and coming out crying with Joy. It couldn’t be Jay. There’s no way that if people just saw him they would cry with Joy? He was my Jay, a Christmas Tree Centre worker who wore a silly reindeer jumper and skinny jeans. I laughed to myself, what was I thinking? Even if it was him, he wouldn’t remember me! I waited for ages and eventually I was going in. I caught sight of curly hair, and swallowed. I moved along the queue getting my CD signed by 4 other really gorgeous boys; hugging them. I got to the end and the last boy with curly hair. “JAY?” I asked. He looked up and smiled and looked down again, glancing up again he squinted his eyes then looked down shaking his head. “Hey” he smiled signing the CD “Thanks for coming” I looked at him. “Jay, is that you?” I asked. He looked confused but smiled “aha yeah” “Jay, it’s Daisy.” I pulled out the drawing I drew of him and put it in front of him along with the whistle. He looked at me and opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it, and dropped a silver whistle on top. Everyone beside me watched and the security guard asked me to keep moving “Wait, Hugo, leave it.” He nodded looking at the security guard. He looked up at me and let out a slight laugh. “Daisy- is that actually you?!”