Mystery Girl- Jonah Marais
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In which Jonah and Y/n are forbidden from loving each other publicly.
DEFINITELY NOT PROOFREAD FOR GRAMMAR SORRY
“Jonah. Stop.” his publicist huffed. “You don’t understand… I’m just trying to work for the common good of the band…”
Jonah shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “This is a bunch of bullshit. When I signed a contract with you, I never asked for my personal life to be controlled so closely.” Jonah and one of his publicists sat on either side of an office table. A printed photograph of y/n was lying in between them.
Jonah glanced down at y/n’s face; her bright eyes and smile stared back at him. He could feel the pang of guilt rise from his stomach. She didn’t deserve to be trashed by the management team or involved in such a controversy. The two of them were just 19, and all they ever wanted to do was experience love just like the rest of the human population.
“Your sales could go down with two out of five members dating someone. We all know that Corbyn gets the least amount of attention from female fans because he is taken. You don’t want that for yourself, right?”
Jonah groaned in frustration and rolled his eyes. “But people love Christina! The fans like seeing Corbyn happy. Why is it any different for me, huh?”
“Christina is a social media personality with the same core demographic as you all. Overlapping fanbases only help the band’s success.” The publicist reached for the picture and scanned the young girl’s face. “Look,” she warned. “You are the oldest in the band. You are a true born leader. All the boys respect you and trust you for guidance. Jonah, you have been doing this the longest… but you can’t stop focusing now. You simply cannot get distracted. Please… promise me you will end things between the two of you.”
Jonah wiped his shaking hands on his jeans and glared at the woman that was trying so hard to sound convincing.
“I can’t. You know I can’t do that to her.”
“Jonah…” the publicist sighed and softened her tone, attempting to project a more friendly attitude. “I know. It’s hard. I understand she is a pretty girl but-“ Jonah, clearly fed up, rose from his seat and mentally prepared himself to walk out the door. “She’s not just a pretty girl. This whole conversation sounds rather shallow.”
“Sweetheart sit down,” the woman pleaded. “We both know that this relationship won’t work out anyway… With touring and the constant opportunities that this band is receiving… you just don’t have time. Jonah, honey, you don’t want to put this random girl through all that. You wouldn’t want to lead her on… would you?”
Of course, Jonah longed to show y/n off, to post pictures of her on social media, and to brag about how she is the girl of his dreams, but their relationship’s chances of survival seemed slim to none. Fans were becoming increasingly suspicious of y/n and Jonah’s “friendship” and management demanded that he stay single.
Jonah paused for a moment and then nodded, plastering a look of agreement across his face. “I guess you are right… Yeah, I’ll end it.” Of course, Jonah was a dirty liar. In that moment, he was planning exactly how to keep his relationship a secret until he could convince the team of evil publicity hogs to change their minds.
Concealed in the hood of her jacket and a pair of sunglasses, y/n knocked on the door of the Why Don’t We house. Jonah opened the door and let her slip inside. This had been a normal routine for the past few months.
Y/n and Jonah had sneaking around LA down to a science. The other members of Why Don’t We were the only other people that knew Jonah and y/n were an item. Sometimes the boys seemed to speak in code around other people- always referring to the couple’s secret dates as “going off the grid” or “running errands.”
As soon as y/n was safely hidden inside the compound, she shed her outer layer of clothing and wrapped her arms around Jonah. His lips pressed against hers with an unusual eagerness, and y/n pulled away giggling. “Especially happy to see me today, Jonah?”
“Yes, finally. That was too long of wait,” he whined. Jonah had been gone for a week in New York for various sorts of promo and business meetings. Unfortunately, he rarely found time to call y/n in private. He couldn’t have anybody peeking over his shoulder at their texts or eavesdropping on their conversations.
The pair sprawled out on the couch and got cozy under the blankets. Jonah was always in a cuddly mood after being apart from y/n. “How was New York?” she wondered, lacing her fingers with his. “Gorgeous,” Jonah gushed. He snaked his other arm around her waist and traced shapes in her skin. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you to be there. I took a bunch of pictures to show you… oh and I brought you back a gift.” Y/n blushed and smiled. “Jonah… again?”
Jonah had recently started the tradition of bringing back a little present from everywhere he traveled without her. “If I can’t take you with me to New York City, I have to bring a piece of it back to you.” He pulled a small keychain from his back pocket and laid it in the palm of y/n’s hand for further inspection. Attached to the chain was a small silver bird. All of Jonah’s other souvenirs had obvious relations to the city they were from:
Toronto’s gift was a bracelet with a maple leaf in the center, Florida’s was a necklace featuring a golden sun, and from his hometown Jonah brought a silver ring in the shape of a wave.
(Which was ironic considering he is from STILLwater and the wave would imply that the water is moving, but the boy tried his best.)
However, there was nothing about this souvenir that screamed “NYC”.
Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the shiny little bird. “Is this supposed to be a pigeon… because New York has a lot of those right?” Jonah tossed his head back and chuckled. “Nope.”
“Well I- I love it. Thank you. But- uh. What does this one mean?” y/n asked, rubbing her thumb along the smooth metal surface.
Jonah admired her state of uncertainty; y/n looked adorable with a puzzled expression. He shifted to face her and engulfed y/n in a hug. Jonah’s face fell into her shoulder and he placed a kiss above her collarbone. Their bodies seemed to melt together. Jonah’s hands ran up and down y/n’s back as he mumbled, “It’s a reminder.”
Y/n giggled at his lazy demeanor and ran her fingertips through the hair on the back of Jonah’s head. “A reminder for what?”
“That no matter where I go, I’ll fly back to you.”
cheesy cheesy lemon squeezy.
cheeseball Jonah is an icon though.
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