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Not A Fan ❃ c.h
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Complete, First published Jan 24, 2016
My eyes widened as I was pulled into a bone crushing hug by one of the tall men my best friend fangirled over. 

"Would you like a picture?" He asked me once he let go. 

"What? Oh. No. I'm just here with a friend," I backed away slightly. 

"You sure? I could sign your hat," he seemed genuinely surprised I turned him down. 

"Yeah. Sorry not a fan," I shrugged and walked over to where my friend stood.

. . .

In which a famous boy tries to get a college student to like him and his music

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"I saw you last night, at Starbucks, I don't think you saw me though, you looked pretty concentrated on what you were writing." I started giggling and hid my face in my hands. "What?" "I was thinking of a name to use for one of the main characters in my story I'm writing and I heard the barista call your name and I thought it was such a beautiful name so I used it." He looked so touched. "You're writing a story about me?" His hand was over his heart. "That is the most heartwarming thing I've ever heard." "Well, It's not really about you... just your name." His smile fell from his face. "Well, why don't you just write about me then?" "I don't know you though." He leaned in closer. "Isn't that what writers do? They make things up." He put his arm around the back of the couch; his fingers lightly touched my shoulder and I felt myself blush again. "I guess, ya." "Good. Then it's settled. You're going to write about me." He said with that breath taking smile.