Metanoia // George Ezra Fanfic

One Room. One Bed.

The date of the wedding seemed to charge upon me like a freight train. George and I's relationship had developed a tension ever since Draco and I split. I knew the tension was due to explode at some point. Some point very soon. I was just worried that it would explode during our trip to the UK, at the wedding. Of course, every wedding has family drama, but if there is going to be drama at Jessica's wedding, I don't want it to be because of George and I.

Our flight leaves in three hours, and we need to be at the airport in one hour. Flying gives me anxiety. I didn't sleep very well last night, since I had multiple nightmares about missing flights or forgetting something important at home.

George knocks on my bedroom door, poking his head in carefully as he asks, "Everly, are you all packed?"

"I think so." I mumble, nervously.

He studies me for a moment, smirking, "You nervous?"

I meet his eyes and freeze. His gaze is steady and intensely sweet. I don't think I have ever seen his eyes shine the way they do now. With such happiness. Which is surprising, not because George is unhappy, but because it seems as though George always looks happy. Learning who George is hadn't taken much time at all. In fact, knowing George was like knowing someone who has always been there.

"A little." I admit to him, "I don't like flying."

He looks at me with a skeptical expression, "You're just scared of flying?"

I shrug, "Well, that's my most immediate concern."

"And what else are you worried about, Miss Tooley?" George grins.

Blushing, I mutter, "Well, I guess I am kind of nervous about if your family and friends will like me."

George leans against my doorway, "You shouldn't be concerned about that, Everly. If I like you, then my family will like you. Trust me."

I try to smile, but I think it must come out more as a grimace, "Okay."

George giggles, his eyes shining, "Come on. I'll help you get your suitcase downstairs."

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The eighteen hours of travel were terribly tiring. I can't believe that this is what George has to go through just to see his family. I can't imagine living so far away from my family, no matter how irritating they can be. George has high spirits though. When the plane lands in the U.K., George claps and cheers loudly along with many other Americans that were on the plane.

He is so excited, I think he is going to bounce right out of his seat.

He beams at me brightly.

Unfortunately, the weather does not quite match his sunny mood.

I am glad I decided to travel in my Wellies, because after getting no sleep on an airplane with a screaming baby, I didn't think I had the energy to dig any other shoes out of my suitcase. George calls an Uber for us to take us to his family's home. I try not to nod off in the backseat. Once we got closer to his home, George starts pointing stuff out to me.

"When I was younger, there used to be a shop over there that sold lots of pirated movies and DVD's. Ollie and I would go there all the time." George says, excitedly, jostling me slightly.

I peek through the window, raising an eyebrow, "You used to buy pirated music and movies?"

George blushes slightly, "If I really liked it, I would buy the real thing. But, this was back before the golden age of the internet, so buying stuff like that was always a risk."