Fanfictions

Jeremy’s POV

I wake up and realise that it’s Valentine’s Day. Kirstie is tucked in against me like an adorable little teddy bear. I lie quietly for a moment and just watch her sleep. Call me a creep if you want, but I can’t help it. She’s my personal Disney princess. I run my fingertips down her arm and she stirs slightly. Knowing she loves the cliché of being kissed awake, I start placing small kisses all over her face and in her hair.

She peels her eyes open and looks at me with a smile.

“Good morning sweetheart.” I say.

“Good morning honey.” She replies.

“Are you excited for today?” She looks at me completely confused for a moment, her morning brain trying to figure out what day it was.

“Oh! Happy valentine’s day!” I chuckled slightly and ran my fingers through her hair, lifting her chin a little to place a sweet kiss on her lips (pretty much the only place on her face I hadn’t kissed yet).

“And to you my love.” I whispered in her ear once I’d pulled away from the kiss. “Come on, let’s make breakfast.”

I threw the covers off us and rolled out of bed. I turned around pretty quickly after hearing Kirstie groan, probably from the shock of the cold, and offered her my hand to pull her up. She gladly accepted, but when I started to pull her up I got a better idea.

I quickly pulled her harder and picked her up, so she was wrapped around my side like a child. She yelped out of surprise as I did this and gripped on tight to me. Such a cutie.

Once we reached the kitchen, with Olaf jumping around at our feet, I put her down and sorted Olaf first whilst she got out pancake mix. Surely the best way to start Valentine’s Day. Barely 15 minutes later, we both had a couple of pancakes covered in syrup.

“Jeremy what’s this?” I heard her ask from the other room. When I got there she was pointing to the small bunch of roses in a vase on the table.

“Pre-planning sweetie. Besides they looked good there.” I told her with a smile. Valentine’s Day treat number one; check.

An hour later, we were both dressed and ready to go for a romantic walk, with Olaf tagging along of course. I was definitely living the best life; my gorgeous wife gripping one hand, and the most adorable dog on a lead in the other hand.

It did feel like we were living in a cliché though. The sun was shining, there was a gentle breeze in the trees as we walked and you could literally feel the love and happiness in the air.

I looked at the time once we got a bit tired of walking and realised that it was time to get some lunch. Valentine’s Day treat number two; coming up.

It was a fairly small restaurant, but there was a little outside area where Olaf would be happy and we could look at the wonderful of the city as we ate. It was one of Kirstie’s favourites so the staff knew us well by now.

Near the end of lunch, I decided it would be the perfect time for me to give her the actual present I ordered for her. Cue Valentine’s Day treat number three. A white-gold necklace with an emerald heart surrounded by small diamonds.

“So you know how I love spoiling you and treating you like a princess, right?” She nodded. “Well I found one of the best presents to give you.” With those words I pulled the box containing the necklace out of my pocket and handed it to her.

“But Jeremy, I thought we agreed no expensive gifts.”

“I couldn’t help myself.” I told her with a cheeky grin.

As soon as she opened the box, her entire face lit up with excitement and amazement.

“You really got this for me?” she asked sounding very unsure.

“You’re the only one I would give something that special and unique to.” I said without taking my eyes away from hers.

“I love it. Thank you honey.” She smiled then leaned over the table to kiss me. Once we pulled away, we just looked into one another’s eyes for a moment and I swear the love between us must’ve been visible from space.

We spent the rest of the day cuddled up on the sofa watching cheesy romantic films, complete with blankets and popcorn.

About 8pm, between films, Kirstie jumps up from where she was curled up against me.

“I haven’t given you your present yet. Hold on just a moment.” She darted out of the room so quickly; anyone would’ve thought she was on a sugar high. Moment later, she came back in and sat next to me placing a small rectangular box in my hands. I looked at her, confusion all over my face making her laugh. “Open it.”

I did as she asked, but just got even more confused. It was a stick. My confusion cleared completely when I looked closer. It wasn’t just a stick. It was a pregnancy test, and it was positive.

I looked up at her, tears in both of our eyes. “Are you?...” I whispered out. She nodded with a small ‘mhmm’ and a smile spreading across her face. It took a second before it sunk in. When it had sunk in, I threw the box and test to the side and picked her up, spinning her around. Safe to say I was giddy with excitement.

“Okay, put me down, we don’t want to hurt the baby.” She said after a minute or so. Oops. I placed her back on the sofa, and then proceeded to attack her face with kisses. I was just that excited. It took a while for me to calm down, but once I had she laid her head back on my lap, allowing me to stroke her hair as one final film played. Not too long after she was asleep on me.

Jeremy’s POV

 Their first original album had gone straight to number 1. Pentatonix were top of the Billboard 100. They wanted to celebrate, and so they should! They made history! A plan was quickly made to meet at Scott & Mitch’s for a party. Kirstie & I got ready and headed out the door, after making sure Olaf was going to be okay without us for a few hours.

The rest of the band was already there by the time we arrived. Noticing that they were complete again, they came over to Kirstie with gigantic grins on their faces and engulfed her in a hug. The five of them stayed together for a moment, until Kirstie was calling out for air. They stumbled apart and looked around at each other. It only took a second’s look at each other before the trio started jumping around and screaming with excitement.

“HOLY CRAP WE’RE NUMBER 1!”

“WE ACTUALLY DID IT!”

“WELL WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR? LET’S CELEBRATE!”

The noise from the three of them almost shook the whole house, but no one was going to stop them. They were excited, and rightfully so.

Scott & Mitch grabbed Kirstie’s wrists and before I could blink, the three of them were gone. Well I know what they’re gonna do.

Kevin & Avi looked at me with smirks on their faces and we all rolled our eyes, knowing that the trio would be wasted very quickly.

Over an hour later, I still had no idea where Kirstie was, but I knew she was smart enough to not go too far. Beyoncé started blaring from the speakers, followed by shrieks of excitement. Well I guess I know where the trio have got to. As I was talking to Alex at the time, we looked around, seeing the threesome run to the middle of the room and start dancing together. Thinking they were hilarious, they giggled as they danced.

“I think it might be time I take Kirstie home.” I said to Alex as I looked at the time then back to Kirstie, who was giggling like a maniac.

“Go for it. It doesn’t look like she’s as bad as the other two. Might just be a little tipsy, instead of completely wasted.” The pair of us ‘bro-hugged’ said goodbye, then went separate ways so I could get Kirstie.

She was still giggling with Scott & Mitch when I got to her. I gently placed one hand on her arm to get her attention, and wiggled the other around her waist. She whipped her head round and smiled when she saw it was me. Leaning back into me, she quietened down and relaxed slightly, letting Scott & Mitch continue to screech their excitement. She obviously hadn’t had as much as the other two.

“Are you ready to go home sweetie?” I asked her. She turned to look at me and nodded her head, her eyes already looking a bit sleepy. She started to walk towards the door, but I quickly pulled her back, resulting in a confused look from her. “Don’t you want to say goodbye to the shrieking duo?” I said with a bit of a chuckle.

“Oh yea! They’d drag me back here if I didn’t!” She was getting a little bit loud again, and giggling like a madwoman. She was definitely just tipsy. She was going to be fun to try and get to sleep tonight.

“Scottie! Mitchie! Jeremy’s taking me home!” she sang as she bounced over to them.

“Okay Kittie, use protection!” Mitch replied with a wink. She slapped his arm and blushed, knowing that I wouldn’t do that to her whilst she was even a bit tipsy.

The terrible twosome pulled her into a double hug, and said goodbye, before running off to the kitchen. I gently pulled her towards me again, so we could say goodbye to Avi & Kevin (and anyone else that was left), and then lead her out to the car.

She giggled pretty much the entire way home. Everything was funny to her. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or she was tired; maybe a mix of both. Her giggle was adorable though, so I didn’t mind hearing it constantly.

Once we were home, I made her wait in the car so I could help her out and make sure she was stable enough to move properly. She had been using me to balance herself since I had found her with the rest of the trio.

Olaf was still awake when I opened the door, but only just. He looked up with incredibly adorable sleepy eyes. Somehow I managed to guide Kirstie, call Olaf and get him to follow us and safely get all 3 of us to the bedroom. Kirstie let go of me, grabbed her PJ’s and went into the bathroom to change. Olaf cuddled up on his bed and was out like a light. Such a cute dog.

A couple of minutes later, Kirstie came back out and sat on the bed. I knew that she was still in a giggly mood, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her down so she was lying next to me. Before she could properly react, I tickled her sides, making her shriek. Usually I couldn’t tickle her without her getting annoyed at me, but at the moment she didn’t care.

I continued to tickle her for a while, at least until I thought she would be tired enough to sleep. By the end of it she had tears of laughter running down her face and was desperately trying to get her breath back.

“You reckon you can sleep now?” I asked her, moving a stray piece of hair out of her face. She yawned and nodded with an incoherent noise to follow. Well that was easier than I thought it was gonna be.

Jeremy's POV

I was standing chatting to the rest of the AcoUstiKats after filming an episode of 'The Sing-Off'. We were planning on going out for drinks together with some people from other groups, when something caught my eye. 

Turning fully towards whatever it was, I realised that it was a someone that had caught my attention. She was turned away from me but I could already tell she was pretty. She had long dark hair with a slight curl to it and a dark blue dress that stopped a little above her knees. She was holding the heels she had previously been wearing in her hand, making me realise that she was quite short compared to the boys she was talking to. 

She must have noticed that I had been staring at her, because she turned around and looked straight into my eyes. For a moment my heart stopped and I forgot how to breathe. She was beautiful. A second later, she turned away from me again and continued talking to whoever she was with. I knew in that instant that I had to know everything about her. 

"Jeremy are you up for that?" I was pulled out of my daydream about the girl across the room by the other Kats poking my arm and snapping their fingers in my face. 

"Huh? Up for what?" 

"You haven't been listening to anything we've been saying have you?" I opened my mouth to answer with something witty but my brain was still focused on that girl, so I just shook my head sheepishly instead. 

"Got a little crush have we?" Evan asked gently slapping me on the back. 

"Uhhh..." I still couldn't really speak, but I looked over to the group she was with, when she looked over and smiled at me. I practically melted but managed to tear my eyes away from her to see the guys grinning at me. Oh great here comes the teasing I thought to myself. 

"Jeremy's got a crush!" 

"Dude go talk to her."

"She can't have been smiling at you."

"I dare you to ask her out right now."

"You're not scared of girls right?"

"Get her to come with us for drinks." 

Wait what was that last one? "That's not a bad idea actually." The rest of the group looked at me with confusion, trying to work out which remark I'd replied to. 

Evan looked at me and turned me towards her playfully shoving me away from the rest of the group. "Well go on, what are you standing here for?" 

I walked a bit towards her, but looked back at the guys in need of a little confidence, but they were already talking to one another again. Oh great, such a big help  Turning my head back, I noticed she was watching me walk towards her. Knowing I had no option but to finish what Evan had made me start, I looked into her eyes and went right up to her. 

Kirstie's POV

I was chatting with the rest of PTX after we had finished filming for 'The Sing Off' when I noticed a guy from one of the other groups kept looking over at me. I decided the next time he caught my eyes, to smile at him as sweetly as I could. He seemed to melt as I did that, but looked back at his group once he regained his focus. The boys are oddly oblivious to what's happening right now I thought to myself. 

"Ooohh Kirstie, the brunette over there is totally staring at you!" Mitch said playfully. Never mind

I went to say something back, but I noticed the guy being pushed towards me by the rest of his group. 

"Kirstie he's coming over! I bet he wants to say hi!" Scott said with as much quiet excitement as he could manage. 

I watched as he looked back towards his group, after being pushed away. Aww he's nervous Then he looked back at me and straight into my eyes. We held each other's gazes as he tried to walk over to me confidently, but I didn't notice what he was doing, as I was lost in his eyes. 

"H-hi" he said once he reached me. "I'm ... Jeremy" 

"K-kirs-tie" I managed to stutter out my name whilst offering my hand out. Oh my God, I'm so awkward, I can't even tell him my name without sounding like an idiot All this time neither of us have looked away from each other's eyes and he hasn't let go of my hand yet. 

"I ship it." Mitch said from behind me, reminding me that there were other people in the room other than Jeremy and myself. He slowly let go of my hand whilst I blushed slightly and looked at the floor, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. 

"Just text us what your plan is. Okay?" Scott always looked out for me the way an older brother would, which I always thought was sweet of him. I still couldn't say much, so I just nodded before they walked away, leaving me with Jeremy. 

Jeremy's POV

She had only said her name and I was certain I was intoxicated on how adorably awkward she was. She still hadn't looked back up at me since the group of boys left, so I daringly put my finger under her chin and gently lifted her face up so I could get lost in her hazel eyes again. 

It took us a few moments to realise that we were just standing gazing into one another's eyes, which was kind of weird. I summoned up as much courage as I could and cleared my throat as we both shook ourselves out of the daze we had gotten ourselves into. 

"A bunch of us are going out for drinks in a few minutes. Do you want to come?" I asked with a clear voice. Well done, you managed to ask her without stuttering or sounding stupid 

"Uhh, sure. I don't see why not." She answered after a few moments to think about it. "Let me just let the guys know." She was still being ridiculously awkward, but I didn't care whatsoever. On her, it was adorable. 

"So the other four guys are your group?" I asked hesitantly, hoping that she was single. 

"Yea they are. They're like a second family to me now." That still doesn't tell me if she's dating any of them

"Second family in what way?" I tried not to make it too obvious what I was asking her. I've only known her name for a few minutes! 

"Well they pretty much treat me like a little sister. Even Mitch, although he is a few months younger than me." Okay, they are like siblings. That has to mean she's not dating any of them. Right? 

I wanted to continue getting to know who she was and everything about her, when I heard someone call my name. "Jeremy, are you coming or what?" I turned around to see Evan waiting at the back of the group headed for drinks and waving me over. 

I turned back to Kirstie, who was fiddling with her phone, and said "Shall we?" She nodded and gave me a small smile, before I turned around and we both walked towards Evan who had a smirk plastered on his face. "Stop it Evan." I warned him, half-knowing what he was thinking when Kirstie was walking by my side. 

He rolled his eyes at me and lightly slapped me on the back, then turned to Kirstie. "So you're the girl Jeremy has been staring at for the last half hour. I'm glad I encouraged him to ask you along with us." At his not-so-subtle comment, I blushed slightly and hit the palm of my hand onto my forehead. 

All I Know Now is out today!!! WOOOHOO!!!!

Hey, so I've finally managed to finish chapter 2 of YouTube House (sorry it took so long) 

Carrie woke up to the smell of food being cooked. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had eaten something. Her stomach growled, telling her that it had been quite a while. She looked around the room to find that she was alone. After a few seconds of just lying on the sofa, a sharp pain ripped across her head. She wasn’t sure if it was the beginning of a migraine or just a splitting headache.

           “I’ll see if she’s awake.” Someone was outside the door of the room she was in. The door opened quietly, and the sound of light footsteps followed. Carrie put her hand up to her head, finding that it was covered in guaze and taped up. She couldn’t remember the injury to her head, so she went to pull it off, but a hand grabbed hers to stop her from taking it off.

           She looked up to find the green-eyed boy looking down at her. “Leave it.” His voice was quiet & soothing. Carrie knew in that moment that she was safe. The boy let go of her hand and came round to the other side of the sofa, so he was looking right at her.

“How are you feeling?”

“Head hurts.”

“I bet, yours was the worst one out of all of us.”

“Who are you? What do you mean the worst one?”

“Oh of course! I’m PJ, been here 12 days now. I think. There are 11 others here; we’ve all been here for different amounts of time. You are the 13th to arrive. We all have a scar on the side of our heads, apart from Ethan, but yours was the only one that was still bleeding when I got to it.”  

"Oh okay." Carrie looked at him for a minute, she was sure she had seen him before being here. Wherever here was.

Carrie started to say something else, but someone else came into the room stopping her in her tracks. She shifted her head towards the door and saw one of the girls that was around her when she first got here.

"PJ, food's ready."

"Okay thanks Dodie." He looked back to Carrie and offered his hand out to her. "Come on." Carrie went to take his hand and started to sit up, but the sharp pain ripped across her head making her wince. PJ noticed instantly and put his hand behind her head, helping her sit up slowly.

Carrie swung her legs over the side of the sofa once she had managed to sit up properly, and leant forward slightly. Why was breathing so difficult? The injury was on her head. The girl PJ had called Dodie came over and sat on the other side of her. "Are you going to be ok?"

"Yea, just need a minute." Carrie said breathlessly. Dodie took one of her hands and PJ took the other, ready to help her up when she was ready.

A few moments later, breathing became easier and the spots before her eyes faded. Carrie looked up and nodded, ready to stand up and get some food. PJ and Dodie gripped her hands and pulled her up off the sofa, quickly putting their other hands round her waist before she fell down again.

"I'll be okay in a minute."

"Until then, we'll help. You can trust us. All of us." They went out into the hall and turned down a corridor, where more people were going. Carrie was still relying on PJ and Dodie to help her and stop her from dropping to the floor. A little way down the corridor, they turned into a room where quite a large group of people were chatting to each other.

The three other girls Carrie had seen and seven other boys were there. PJ could see that Carrie was still a little weak, so he held onto her tighter while Dodie pulled out a chair to put her in. They carefully sat her in it, whilst she concentrated on trying to breathe normally again. How could an injury to her head have done all this? A few moments later, once PJ had checked Carrie was alright, the other ten people turned to look at her.

PJ stayed by Carrie's side as Dodie went to stand with the others, so PJ could tell Carrie who everyone was. "I'll go from left to right." Carrie nodded slightly, but he didn't seem to notice. "You've met Dodie, then there's Bethan, Luke, Emma, Jack, Louise, Dan, Phil, Gary, Pete and Ethan." Each of them responded with a smile, wave or 'hey'. "Everyone, Carrie." He had definitely done this before. Carrie noticed that on the side of everyone else's head was a scar. PJ was right, the only one that didn't have one, was Ethan. Lucky him. Hers hurt like hell.

Hey, I’m going to try and get the next chapter of YouTube House up by the end of this week (hopefully)