21. Demi Concert PT1

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Rylee P.O.V
"So where we going today george" I asked "well as we are going to the concert we can go shopping and get new clothes" george said and I smile.
"MUM IM GOING SHOPPING" "WITH WHO SWEETIE" shit, mum or dad haddent ever met george. "erm with a friend" mum came walking in saying "yea but which frie- oh who's this" she said as she saw george stood behind me "mum this is george, george my mum." "hi mrs Harris it's nice to finally met you" he said "oh it nice to meet you two, how long have you and my daughter been friends." me and george looked at each other before he started talking "well I just to go to the same school as her, before I moved to london" "yea mum were going shopping then probably coming back here, okay "ok" she said and me and george walke over to the door "can we bake cakes again" george said just as dad came down the stairs and gave us a weird look. "maybe an only if we don't do anything that will give me bruses" I said and saw dads face it was a look of realisation.
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As we were walking down the street to Westfield I slowly slipped my hand into his hand and saw him smile at the side of me. "you okay?" He asked "yes, I just really missed you that's all" "okay well then what shop we going in first" he said and I looked up to see we were at Westfield. "forever21" I said and ran into the centre. "wait" george shouted. once we got into the shop I saw a really nice dress and it was on sale for £20, it was a short, sky blue dress. once we bought the dress my phone buzzed and I had a message from my mum it said be home in 2 hours once I told george e said we better hurry up here and then we can go to his and make the cakes he wanted to make so much. once we finished shopping we was on our way back to his place and I bought the blue dress somemore vans to match my dress and some hair acceceories and make up and george bought some skinny jeans with some rips in the top right thigh, a nice shirt and a red bandana. "were here" he said and I looked at the house and it was a big house with looked worth millions. "you live here" "yes co-" "and I've never been here before" I said and hugged him before running to his front door. "come on, open up." I said and he came up to the door and opened it. as he opened the door I ran streigh into the kitchen and plonked my self down on the couch. "you ready to make the cakes" he said "arghh do we have too" "yes you promised" he said "can't we just watch a film or something" I said and put on puppy dog eyes "errg fine" he said and plonked him self down next to me, I just looked at him and he said "put the film on then". "Fine" I said stomped my was over to the TV, it was a massive TV "there all hor- george, GEORGE" "YEA" he shouted from upstairs "JUST WONDERING WHERE YOU WERE, WHAT YOU DOING" "only getting a cover" he said when he walked back in. "You picked a film" "there all horrors" "so, just hurry it's already 2pm we only have a couple hours till we need to get ready" he said and I just chose a film at random and it was paranormal activity 2. "come and get under the covers" george said and I climbed under then and rested my head on his arm. as I watched the film I felt my eyes getting heavy.
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I got woken up buy someone nudging me "ry, ry" "emm....what" I said and slowly opened my eyes "we need to get ready for the concert" "what time is it" "6pm it starts in 2 hours" "shit" "what" "mum wanted me home like 4 hours ago" I said and checked my phone I had 24 new messages of mum and dad and 14 missed calls "hey just forget about them for tonight and explain it all Tommorow, just enjoy yourself tonight" he said and kissed the top of my head it brought memories back from when he kissed my cheek at the train stations and when he did kiss my head I got major butterfly's "I better get ready then" I said and started walking to the door "you can use my bedroom I'll take the bathroom" he said and led me upstairs.

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