"This Means the World to Me" Part 5
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AN: Y/N and Jason start to really get to know each other from a distance and try to figure out what happens now after a maybe not-one-night-stand. And then Y/N gets some news... Also, this is NOT a songfic but what better way to bond than music and books! You do not need to listen to any of the songs or artists mentioned. This section covers a bit of time, but also as an author I don’t believe in realistic timelines lol bear with me
Willa texted you every morning to ask if you’d heard from Jason. And every morning you reminded her that you said you’d text him, and she responds exasperatedly, Okay then do it!
It was easy to blame it on going back to work and trying to catch up on everything that you missed while on your book tour, but if you were being honest you were just scared. Scared that he was incredibly charming in the moment but it was an act, that he wasn’t actually interested in anything more…or he’d only be interested if it was convenient. After all, he was a busy man, there was Season 3 of Ted Lasso to film, press junkets to do, award ceremonies to attend. There was no way the two of you would organically run into each other any time soon, which meant he’d really have to try to see you again. And deep down you were scared that maybe you weren’t worth trying for.
You were on a walk on your lunch break trying to decompress, when you heard a song that made you think of Jason. You were tired and worried about work and stressed about when you could potentially quit your job and that made you spiral about your book not getting adapted, and all of that thinking left you so mentally exhausted that you said, “fuck it,” out loud. There was no energy left to second guess yourself.
Y/N: https://youtu.be/TGgcC5xg9YI
Y/N: Made me think of you
You didn’t expect him to answer right away, it was the middle of the day after all and you hadn’t texted him for a full week even though you said you would. Part of you thought maybe he wouldn’t respond at all. But by the time you made it home to log back into work, there was a message from him.
Jason: Wow, I was starting to think I wasn’t going to hear from you, but this is so sweet it makes up for it
Y/N: I’m sorry, I really did mean to reach out
Jason: No, no apologies. I get it, you’re back at work. Just thought you may have had second thoughts.
Y/N: No second thoughts, just chronic overthinking.
Jason: What made you stop overthinking. Willa?
Y/N: Willa. Now she can stop texting me every morning to make sure I’ve texted you.
Jason: I owe that girl a thank you gift for making sure I didn’t get ghosted.
Conversation started light and easy, not constant but frequent enough to know that he was thinking about you. You had inadvertently started a tradition of sending songs back and forth, which was often the opener to more conversations. Sometimes he’d just text and ask what you’re listening to, sometimes you would send a song you were thinking of, like the first time. You tried not to overthink your song choices, and instead focused on what the songs you sent said about you. Anytime you listened to music with other people, romantic or otherwise, you’d always send what you hoped they’d like, afraid they’d think what you liked was strange. It was hard to let go of the fear of judgment. But Jason was so thoughtful about music that he didn’t question it, even when you sent a song you were sure he would hate, he always managed to ask an interesting question:
what do you like about it
when’s the first time you heard it
have you been to their concert
what does it remind you of
Jason did the same for you, sending you songs he was listening to and letting you quiz him about them. Your songs were usually pretty recent, but you weren’t surprised when Jason knew them. On the flip side, Jason sent a lot of what he considered to be classics and is surprised when you do. You started to figure out how he was feeling by what his was listening too: Run the Jewels when he was focused on work, 80s rock when he was missing home. He started to pick up on your habits as well; he thought you were sad when you were listening to slower, quieter music but quickly learned it was the loud rock and pop punk he should really be concerned about.
You both liked the Black Keys.
You both liked Kendrick Lamar.
You both noticed that your conversations were increasing in frequency and depth.
They started becoming phone calls. Phone calls became FaceTimes. Music was no longer always the preamble to a conversation, sometimes it was books. Jason didn’t have much time for reading but he loved when you gave him detailed plot summaries, and you loved the storytelling of it. You inserted your own opinions and asides to make him laugh. Sometimes if he had caught you actively reading, you would read aloud to him on speakerphone. He didn’t mind starting in the middle as long as you were willing to catch him up.
Sometimes the conversations didn’t have preambles at all and you called without warning because you wanted to hear his voice or tell him something about your day, and you tried not to think about what it meant that he could so easily brighten your mood. Jason never made you feel like a burden. He only answered if he had enough time to really talk, and when he wasn’t able to answer he’d call you back at odd hours and leave a silly voicemail. Jason was in London again so it was getting difficult to catch each other at reasonable times, but you saved every voicemail like a love letter.
It was early evening when your phone buzzed with a call and you sat down your laptop to answer, expecting Jason on the other end.
“Helloooo,” you answered, already smiling.
“That’s quite the greeting,” Sasha laughed, “Expecting someone else?”
You hadn’t told Sasha about your relationship with Jason yet, if you could call it that, beyond the night you spent together. It felt like jinxing it or bursting your own bubble to talk about it with people that weren’t Willa. Besides that, you were worried that she would tell you pursuing something was a bad idea, and you didn’t want to hear that even if part of you agreed. So instead of saying you thought she was Jason, you fibbed, thanking the lord you could improvise.
“Nah, just hoping for good news! It’s been so looooong,” you complained jokingly.
“Girl, I hear you, but I do have SOME good news. I don’t want to get your hopes too high….” You could tell from Sasha’s hedging that it was something really good. “HBO wants to meet.”
“HBO!”
“They’re interested in it as TV series. This is the first of what will likely be many conversations…,” but Sasha knew you weren’t listening anymore because your brain was just repeating HBO HBO HBO. “Y/N? Y/N?”
“Dude,” is all you found the words to say, your grin plastered on so hard it hurt. “DUDE. That’s amazing. When?”
“Three weeks. Will give you time to get here.”
“Omg okay. Okay. I gotta tell, uh,” you were going to say Jason, but you froze. “Willa.”
“Uh-huh,” you could tell Sasha was suspicious, but she didn’t press you. “Go do what you gotta do, take some PTO if you can.”
“Fuck, its almost time for me to quit as much as I’ve been taking off.”
“As your agent I’d have to say, the deal isn’t set in stone. Anything could happen. As your friend…fuck that job.”
You laughed and said your goodbyes, and didn’t move a muscle before calling Jason. Miraculously he picked up at the first ring.
“Howdy, beautiful, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“I’m surprised I caught you,” you heard how breathless you sounded but you were so jittery with excitement you couldn’t help it. You checked the time and converted it in your head, “Fuck it's 3 am, I’m sorry.”
“Oh don’t be, I have a flight back to New York at 5am I’m literally heading out the door. It was good timing. Any chance you’ll be around?”
“New York? Yeah, actually,” you laughed, surprised that somehow he guessed your good news, even though there was more to it than that. “I have a meeting with HBO.”
“Y/N that’s amazing. That is fantastic! Jeez, I am so happy for you. And proud of you. And have half a hard-on right now thinking about maybe seeing you again.”
You laughed, but his blatant flirting sent a rush through you. It settled you to know you didn’t need to hold on to the false pretense that you hadn’t been flirting for weeks, that you didn’t have to start over from scratch.
“I hope you’re not going to have half a hard-on for three weeks, that’s when the meeting is.”
“Come early.”
“Early? I mean, they put me up in a hotel for the meeting, but I don’t see why I couldn’t…I’ll just have to book my own place to stay.”
“Stay with me.”
Of all the responses you thought you might get from Jason, from rejection to excitement, you hadn’t expected an invitation to stay. There was a big difference between one night together and one month, but you were surprised that the thought didn’t make you anxious. You were thrilled.
“You’re sure? This isn’t just 3 am talking? 3 weeks is a long time to invite a girl you met once to stay with you.”
“I am 100% certain that you are not just a ‘girl I met once' but a girl that I have been very excited to talk to every day for 2 months. So yeah, I think we can handle 3 weeks. That being said, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or trapped. There are no strings attached, I’ve got a guest room, and surprisingly not very much cool shit to steal, so I’m not concerned about that either.”
You laughed, “I just…you know I don’t want to be a burden.”
“The kids will be with my ex in LA, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’ll be just fine.”
Fuck you didn’t even think about the kids. “Oh,” you respondrd, obviously caught off guard.
“You weren’t thinking about the kids were you?” He chuckled.
“No,” you stated simply, amused.
“You’re thinking about the kids now aren’t you?”
“Noooooo,” you lilted, pretending to play coy. Of course he knew you were lying.
“It’ll be fine. For me to worry about anyway, okay? You trust me?”
“I trust you. A whole month with you would mean the world to me.”
As soon as you hung up, you texted Jason a link and hoped he’d see it before he got on his flight.
Y/N: Travelin’ music [Link]
You had put together a playlist of all the songs the two of you had sent each other. It was overtly romantic, and a little childish, but you thought he might appreciate it. It made you nervous to send, so you balanced the vulnerability with a joke.
Y/N: I think old people used to call them mixtapes?
Jason: Oh yeah, us old folks used to give them to our crushes….But I guess you wouldn’t know anything about that 😉
You put Willa on speaker while you bought a one way ticket to New York. She was legitimately worried you wouldn’t come back but she was thrilled for you. She of course wanted to know when she could come visit.
“Damn, can you give ME a second to get there,” you chuckled, promising that eventually you would invite her to New York.
“Have you told your folks about Jason?”
You groaned. “No, but I guess I need to say something.” Telling your parents about the celebrity you were maybe seeing didn’t make sense unless it was going to be something real. And this certainly didn’t feel real. Of course they had seen pictures of you when he surprised you on your book tour and at the soccer game, and they were happy for you because they knew he was one of your favorite celebrities, but you were in no hurry to tell them that not only did you sleep with him, but you hoped to keep it up. Your parents would not be pleased that you had a boyfriend 10 years younger than they were…but he wasn’t your boyfriend. So by that logic maybe you could get away with not saying anything a while longer.
When you hung up with Willa you called your parents, bubbling over with the good news. You told them you were extending your trip to New York. You definitely didn’t tell them where you were staying and they didn’t ask, and you counted your lucky stars that you bought yourself more time to figure your shit out.
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