Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

What movie?

Deena's POV

I walked back downstairs and knocked on the door frame, making his head pop up. The plate was empty, to no surprise, and he gave a tiny smile as I walked in.

"Thank you" he quickly took the cup and took a few sips. Then we fell into silence. This time it was a nervous silence for both of us. Not uncomfortable, but both of our nerves were crazy. "Deena-"

"George-" we spoke at the same time and finally made eye contact with stupid looks on our faces. I sighed and looked down at my feet, still standing up. "Go ahead"

"I'm sorry" he put the cup down and I stayed still, my eyes watering once again. He wouldn't look at me again and that made me feel worse, knowing he can't even look at me. "I never should have said anything like that to you and I- I don't know what I did. And I thought I lost the guys because of it. I thought I lost everything. I thought I lost you" he finally looked up to me and his slow tears made me want to cry more. I just stood there and he just stayed in his place, looking at me. I took the time to actually look at him and the state he was in. It hurt. And it hurt even more knowing our stupid argument was the reason. His room was also a mess and I noticed the shattered phone on the ground, making me take a deep breath in and out.

"You didn't" I shook my head and he looked away again. I took this as a time to take his empty plate and put it on the dresser again and slowly go to sit next to him, like we were before I left to get his drink. Even though he isn't facing me, I could feel his eyes watch me carefully as I sat down. He stayed with his head down and for some reason, I quickly brought my left hand up and started playing with his hair. Of course he was taller than me, so I really did have to reach up a little bit but that's alright. He turned his head to look at me and I almost pulled my hand away, but there was a little smile on his lips which made me continue. I stopped for a minute and his head snapped to me but once he saw I was grabbing a pillow he smiled again. I scooted back a little so my back was on the headrest and put the pillow on my lap, patting it. He took no hesitation and flopped down quickly, making me smile, and that glittery feeling was back. You're kidding.

"Imsdths" he mumbled and I leaned forward to look at him.

"Huh?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed. I saw his face grow a little red and smiled, which he clearly saw by the way he shoved his face more into the pillow to hide.

"I missed this" he finally spoke up after a minute and I nodded will smiling, even though I knew he couldn't see.

"Me too" I looked around again and sighed, not loud enough for him to hear. I looked down and saw his eyes closed and I found myself looking at all of the details on his face. I heard a faint noise and snapped my head to the door to see Nick and Clay peeking around the door way, quickly retreating when I saw them. No idea how long they were there, but I heard quiet giggling as loud footsteps went up the stairs. I realized the heavy breathing from George meant he was asleep and didn't hear them, and laughed to myself. I once again looked around and decided to clean up his room for him, carefully slipping from under him and laying his head back down softly. I grabbed his trash can and grabbed all of the small chip bags scattered on the floor, then the plastic cups. There weren't that many, but they weren't in one spot, so it took some time. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a few cups, throwing them into the bag. I spun around to walk back into the room but I ran right into someone's chest.

"What are you doing?" I looked up and saw George with a confused look. I never stepped back so I was still up against him. I stayed there and stared at him before he began to laugh a tiny bit. "Wipe that dumbfounded look off your face" I realized my mouth was open a little and stepped back and swallowed nervously, feeling heat quickly rise to my face. I kept my head down for a moment before I felt his hand lift my chin up. I felt my stomach get fluttery and I looked at him to see his cheeks red as well, only making mine worse.

"Why are you cleaning my mess?" He furrowed his eyebrows and a guilty look appeared on his face. He dropped his hand back to his side and waited for an answer.

"I- I wanted to do something for you" I looked back down and shifted my feet but he kneeled down so I couldn't avoid looking at him anymore.

"Deena you made me dinner, and came and talked you me. Deena you're here with me right now" he smiled softly and I felt a small smile grow on my face. "You've done more than enough for me"

"Well too bad because I finished" I put on a cheeky grin and he rolled his eyes playfully and stood up. I walked past him and tied the trash bag up, putting it by the door. I was about to turn around but I, once again, ran into George's chest. "George!" I laughed and he quickly stumbled back, his face blood red.

"Are you guys doing anything tonight?" He scratched the back of his neck since he was obviously nervous, and kept bouncing his eyes around to not look at me.

"Yes! We want to watch a movie!" I smiled and he pursed his lips and nodded, beginning to turn around. I realized he didn't think he was invited so I quickly put my hand on his shoulders before he turned around fully. "With you! Of course"

"Wha- really?" His eyes went wide and I huge smile appeared on his face, only making me smile. We stood there for a minute before I quickly wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him. "Ouch" he laughed, but hugged back. I loosened my grip but we stayed there.

"Let's go" I mumbled and he nodded, and we made our way up the stairs. He was nervous, playing with his sleeves, looking around, and walking slow. I turned around and he looked at me with a 'help me I'm fucking terrified' look and I smiled at him, holding my hand out. He quickly grabbed it and walked to my side, going all the way up.

"Guys?" I asked and they spun around in the couch. George was standing a little bit behind me like he had never met them before and I tugged his arm forward, making him seem less scared. "What movie are we watching?"