Lie To Me (Jay McGuiness Fanfic)

Chapter 12

**i know this chapter should be Jay's POV, but I thought it would be better to get Emma's view of this part first**

Emma

Thankfully Siva only laughed at my creepy request and after letting me have a fangirl moment, he helped me come up with a plan to tell Jay the truth. I sprinted home. I still had to get ready for when Jay arrived. I had just gotten out of the shower and was putting my underwear on when the doorbell rang. Crap. What the hell. Panicking, I throw a tank top on. Who could that be? Siva said he was sure Jay wouldn’t be around for another few hours. Maybe it’s Jamie and she just forgot her keys again. The bell rings again. Well damn. I hesitate before walking out the bathroom and when I open the front door, instead of Jamie as I was expecting, Jay is standing in my doorway, grinning in that adorable way of his. He’s here. And I’m in my underwear. I’m in shock when I see him and when Jay sees the surprised look on my face, he smiles. I don’t say anything and just stand there like an idiot. There are a million questions going through my head but before I ask anything of them, Jay says “Honey, I’m home.” I’m about to say something when he walks in the apartment, and starts kissing me. Any coherent thought I had before is now out of the window. My hands are in his hair, and his hands are on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I hear the apartment door slam shut. Suddenly Jay picks me and as I wrap my legs around his waist, he starts walking across my apartment to my bedroom.

 We’re still kissing when we walk into my room but stop when Jay throws me onto the bed. I look up towards Jay and see him pulling his shirt off. That’s when I notice all the clothes that are on my bed, so I quickly throw them on the floor, hating myself for not doing it earlier. Jay walks towards me and pushes me back against the bed, whispering, “God, I’ve missed you Em.” He’s kissing me again, and I feel the pressure of his body weight on me now. I want to say something, but I don’t want to ruin the moment either. I reach for his jeans and despite my nervousness, I manage to find his zipper and rid him of his pants. I feel his lips on my neck as he reaches for the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head. He stops and looks at me, his eyes asking the question and I kiss him in reply. It’s going to happen. As his lips are trailing kisses down my stomach, Jay stops and looks up at me in confusion and that’s when I remember about the tattoo Jay isn’t supposed to see, the small tattoo on the my hip that says I’ll Be Your Strength. I was so lost in the moment, I completely forgot about it but now I know he’s seen it and it’s too late.

 He still looks confused as he turns back to look at the tattoo again and I see so many different emotions pass through his face: confusion, doubt and finally realization. I blurt out “I can explain.” He sits up straight on the bed and looking my way says, “I don’t understand.” I’m trying to find the right words when he jumps up from the bed, “You lied to me.” Wait, what? I can feel myself getting angry as he starts pacing around the room, “I didn’t lie to you, Jay! You lied to me!” He turns his head quickly and looks my way. There’s a fire in his eyes that wasn’t there before but his voice is surprisingly calm as he asks, “How long have you known?” When I don’t reply right away, his voice gets louder, “Emma, how long have you known?” I sigh and avoid making eye contact with him, “Since the first day we met.” I risk looking in his direction and see him running his hands through his hair. “I wanted to tell you Jay, but you never really gave me a chance. And anyways, I wasn’t the one who lied.” I knew I probably sounded like a bitch, but it was the truth. Jay’s pacing was starting to make me anxious. Jay looks at me again like if I said something he wasn’t expecting “Emma, you could’ve told me you knew who I was when I first sat down across from you.” I stand up from the bed “How? You introduced yourself as Luke, remember? How weird would it have been if I was like ‘Oh no, your name is supposed to be Jay’ You didn’t really give me a choice but to play along with your lie. I was just hoping you would trust me enough to tell me the truth on your own but apparently you don’t trust me!” The anger in my voice surprised me, and by the look on his face, it surprised Jay too.

“I didn’t trust you? Emma, do you know how much I’ve opened up to you? I have told you things over the last month that I have never even told any of the lads! But I think you were the one who didn’t trust me.” He hesitates before adding, “You never even told me who Dylan is.” Great. I should have known this was going to come up eventually. I try to keep my emotions together as I sit back down on the bed and say, “Dylan was my best friend and roommate. He died in a car accident in May.” I look up at Jay and he’s shaking his head “That still doesn’t explain anything, Emma. What about the tattoo?” The calm feeling I had a few seconds ago is quickly replaced by anger again and I stand up, “What about the tattoo, Jay? Why is it so hard to understand that I was a fan of your music before I met you and I was inspired by one of your songs so I got a tattoo of the lyrics?” We’re standing right in front of each other when Jay yells, “How do I know you didn’t plan all of this and you’re not another one of those crazy stalker fangirls?”

 Before I can stop myself, I lift my hand and smack Jay across the face. As soon as I do it, I regret it, but I don’t want him to know that. “Is that what you think of me, Jay?!” I can’t control my anger anymore. There’s a cold look in his eyes as he yells back “I don’t know what I think anymore!” We stand facing each other in silence, both too frustrated to say anything else. Jay’s fists clench in anger. He’s about to say something else but decides not to and just storms out of the bedroom. I hear the apartment door slam shut again. That’s when I realize that I’m standing in my bra and panties and that Jay just walked out in his boxers. Not even a minute later, I hear a knock on my front door. I grab a t-shirt from the floor and quickly throw it on. I need to preserve some of my dignity. I open the door just a bit, and when I see Jay standing there in the hallway in his boxers, looking like a lost puppy, I want to laugh but then I remember that I’m supposed to be mad at him. He pushes the door open and storms past me back into my bedroom, tripping over the pile of clothes on the floor. When he comes back out, I try not to make eye contact with him and hold the apartment door open for him. He pauses at the door, debating whether or not to say something, but he just turns around and walks out. I watch him walking away for a few seconds before slamming the door. And then I can’t take it anymore. The frustration I felt turns in regret and I can’t contain the tears any longer. 

**Author's Note**

I know this chapter is short and it's a week late and I'm really sorry about that but I just have one more week of finals and then I'll be done with this semester from Hell! They will get longer and hopefully better! Either way, I hope you enjoyed it! Also, it would mean a lot to me if you guys would vote, or comment and tell me what you think!

This week's musical inspiration was Ed Sheeran's album, because it is a masterpiece and there is just nothing else that can be said to explain it. That is all.

Thanks for reading,

Mari xoxo