I Think I'm (Not) In Love

Jane (aka JJ) has a fun life being a fake girlfriend of one of the hottest pop stars in the world, but what will happen when one boy wants to take it further?


4. 3: Orange

I woke up late on a Sunday morning. I drug myself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in a messy bun. My long pajama pants dragged the floor as I walked downstairs. When I got into the kitchen, I saw Samantha making breakfast. She was always an early riser. I gave her a tired smile and sat down at the counter.

"Mornin' Jane!" She said enthusiastically. I groaned back at her. I hated it when people called me Jane.

"The boys and I were going to go to the fair today. You wanna come?" She took her attention away from the stove and looked over at me.

"Sure." I barely got out of my tired mouth.

"I think you need this." She told me handing me a cup of coffee and an orange. I took a sip a coffee.

"Thanks..." I was about to peel my orange when Harry walked in the room.

"Morning beautiful!" He looked over and winked at me. I rolled my eyes as he scooted next to me.

"You coming to the fair?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I reached for my orange and he quickly snatched it away and ran.

"Wait... Stop... No..." I had very little enthusiasm towards getting my orange back. I walked upstairs with my coffee and got dressed.

*3 hours later*

I was sitting on my bed scrolling through my phone when I heard my door open. I looked up and saw Louis walking over to me. He sat down on my bed beside my and looked at me.

"JJ?" He asked.

"Yes?" He looked concerned.

"Um... Well... I just thought that..." He kept mumbling.

"Is everything ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, sorry... I was just wondering if you were going to the fair?"

"Yeah! When are we leaving?" I asked him.

"In an hour. So, yeah... I've gotta go get ready! Bye!" He rushed put of the room. He already knew I was going to the fair. I wonder why he was so frantic.

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