Metanoia // George Ezra Fanfic

Heckin' Good

George and I tiptoe around each other for the next week at the apartment. We don't know how to act around each other anymore. George is always polite - but he is being strangely more polite than normal these days. He doesn't joke as much. In fact, he is very serious and very sweet every second I am around him.

Really, I just want George and I to be normal again. I want to go back to how it was in the beginning, when we could understand each other without saying a word. Does George want that too, though?

In the middle of June, George and I get home from work later than normal. The paper has been working us harder than ever, in light of everything that has been happening in America. Between COVID-19 updates, Black Lives Matter protests, and oil spills in Russia, it seemed that people were looking for a lot of comfort these days. My column had taken off very well. Especially after my introduction.

I'd received hundreds of letters from people who had read my article. They each wanted to tell me about their experiences with their own personal metanoia.

Stumbling into the apartment, I immediately kick my heels off and groan from the relief of not having to wear them anymore. George kicks his shoes off too, and loosens his tie with a sigh.

"Long day." He comments.

"Mhmm." I grunt, shuffling into the living room. I need to change out of my velvety, blue work dress, but the way my feet are screaming at me makes me think that sitting should be my top priority.

I flop into my lounge chair, watching as George follows me into the living room and collapses on the couch. He groans, "I never want to leave this couch."

I slouch farther into my seat, nodding, "That is the most relatable thing I've heard all week."

George chuckles, glancing over at me. We keep eye contact for several seconds, smiling at each other. I still haven't told George that I broke up with Draco. What Draco said had been turning over in my mind endlessly for days.

"George is so obviously into you!"

Is he?

I once thought that George was romantically interested in me, but I'd been wrong. Completely wrong. What made Draco think that George was interested in me?

"You look really nice in that dress, by the way." George hums quietly, "It brings out the color in your eyes."

Smiling, I hum back, "Thanks, George."

His phone starts vibrating in his pocket, and the song "Sh Boom, Sh Boom" starts playing. He sings along to his ringtone as he pulls it out of his pocket, checking the ID.

"My sister," He says vaguely, although he glances over at me when he says it. He answers his phone, and puts it on speaker phone. "What's up, Jessica?"

"Hey, Georgie!" She exclaims. "What are you doing?"

The corners of my mouth twitch up, as I mouth to him, "Georgie?"

"I just got home from work." He says, sticking his tongue out at me, "It's late there, though. You sound very alert and awake for someone who is up very late."

"Well, I am a night owl." Jessica chirps, happily.

Laughing, George says, "Yes, but this is an abnormal level of happiness. The kind that would be deemed unsuitable to anyone else in the world."

"Oh, hush!" Jessica giggles, "I had a good day today."

"Why is that?"

I can't see Jessica, but I can just imagine her grinning from ear to ear, "Well, you remember James, right?"