Preference #133: He Wishes He Wasn't Famous.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: You're sitting on George's lap, your face smothered in the warmth of his sweater. An old black and white movie was playing on the screen but neither of you are paying attention. You were slowly drifting off the sleep while George was messing around on his phone. You moved closer to him and his body went rigid. You leaned up, looking him in the eyes, noticing how hurt he looked. "What's the matter, babe?" You asked, concern evident on your face. "Nothing," He muttered, turning off his phone. You sighed, knowing he wasn't telling the truth. When he got up the use the bathroom you immediately grabbed his phone, ignoring the guilt that was forming in your stomach. When you turned the phone on you noticed Twitter was still up, curious you clicked on his notifications, almost immediately wishing you hadn't. "@Y/T/N does NOT deserve @George_UnionJ" Your heart dropped and tears prickled in your eyes, noticing how many similar comments there were. When you heard the bathroom door click you turned the phone off, placing it where George had left it. George looked at you intently, "What's wrong?" He always knew your emotions better than anyone else. You just shook your head, turning over onto the mattress. George snuggled up behind you, holding you tightly against him. He placed a kiss to your ear. "I know you saw my phone." He took in a deep breath. "I hope you know it isn't true." You turned around to face him, the hurt evident on your face. "I don't understand why they would say anything like that. I've never done anything." George sighed, "Sometimes I just wish none of this had happened, that I had gone home at Bootcamp. The fame is good fo me but I can't stand to see how much it hurts you."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: You smiled, your head nodding to the beat of the music. Jaymi grinned broadly, putting his attention back on the road. The two of you had been looking forward to this vacation for a long time and it was finally here. Jaymi pulled the car up alongside the small beach. A few people were sunbathing here and there but no one was really paying attention to either of you. You raced Jaymi to the water almost as soon as the hot sand touched your feet. He caught up to you, pulling you down by the waist into the clear, blue water. When you emerged you were both completely soaked, and you were pretty sure you looked like a drowned rat. You smiled at Jaymi, who had a droplets of water cascading from his hair and onto his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Almost immediately you pulled away, hearing the sounds of hundreds of clicks. When you pulled away you saw the paparrazzi lining the beach, trying to get a few snaps of the two of you. Jaymi pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. "I'm sorry it has to be like this. Sometimes I just wish I was back to being a nobody."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: You scowled slightly at the front page of The Sun. You knew the paper was absolute trash anyway, and was always scouring for stories. But you had to admit, seeing that story on the cover hurt, it hurt a lot. JJ had been out with an old friend, and you trusted him without question, but they had been papped together and the story of his "reckless adultery" had been plastered over all the tabloids. You had been getting so many phone calls and twitter mentions wondering what course of action were you going to take, if you were going to forgive him, who would get the cat. It was incredibly frustrating to have your brother threatening your boyfriends life over the phone. You knew JJ would be incredibly hurt, he was a genuinely sweet guy and incredibly loyal. You jumped when you heard noise in the other room. You got up quickly, looking in to see JJ crawling in the window. "Sorry the front door was blocked by the paparazzi." You nodded, taking in a deep breath. When he stood up he looked you in the eyes, "You know what they're saying is complete bullshit right?" "Yeah J, I know." He nodded, "Sometimes I wish I wasn't famous, just so this sort of thing wouldn't matter."</li>

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