I've hated football for a very long time.
But my friends kept talking about it so I was curious and decided to watch today's UEFA EURO game where Denmark and Czech Republic played and now I love football...
Anyways... Denmark won and we're going to the semi final!
Enjoy the chapter!!
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"What are you doing?"
George left the bathroom after taking a shower the very next morning, wearing only a towel which hung pretty low on his hips, showing off the v-line.
His hair was wet, clinging to his forehead and there was a few drops of water on his shoulders.
I sat the dining table with my laptop in front of me, glancing at him while trying not to stare, forcing my eyes back onto the screen.
"Researching the address Malcolm gave me last night."
"It's in Australia, right?"
I nodded and George placed his hands on the back of my chair, leaning down to look at the screen.
"Why don't you go see him?" He asked. "Knock on his door, explain who you are... I'm sure he'd like to know how you are."
I shrugged.
"He hasn't seen me since I was four." I said, running my fingers over my lips as I stared at the location on the screen. "And what would I say? Hey Henry... it's Dahlia. Your sister from that abusive family you grew up in. He'd slam the door in my face."
George wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I felt his wet hair against my face as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.
"Go." He whispered. "I'll go get our children while you go to Australia."
I looked up at him.
"Now?"
"Yeah." He smiled. "Don't overthink it. Do it before you forever pack the thought away."
I laughed.
"You're insane."
He smiled and leaned down, his face hovering less than an inch away from mine. I could feel some of his wet hair against my forehead and his hot breath against my face.
"So you're telling me you're not the least interested in how his life turned out?"
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm not arguing with you, Dia."
"You're never arguing with me."
I went to look at the screen but George grasped my jaw and pulled my head back to one side to look at him.
"Go meet your brother. I've heard you talk about your family and I know you want someone there. You've been alone since you lost your sister. I can't imagine what that was like. I had my siblings when Fred died, but you—"
He sighed.
"Go meet him. You can thank me later."
He walked towards my room and I flipped him off behind his back.
"Put that finger down, Dahlia."
Fuck.
I rolled my eyes and looked at the screen before closing the laptop.
Alright. I'm gonna go and meet my brother.
"George!" I called out. "I hate you!"
I could hear him laugh at my comment.
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