As Lovely As You (George Shelley Fanfic)

Chapter 9 - I Make Something Stupid

I know what you must be thinking. Of course she’s gonna stay and play truth or dare with Union J and Ella Henderson. Well, sorry to disappoint you guys but I’m gonna break your expectations and be real.

It was late, I was tired, I wanted to sleep and as much as I liked George and his friends, I also liked my bed.  “I can’t sorry, I’m exhausted” I told him, he continued to stare at me with those cute puppy eyes but I just yawned again.

“Ok, ok, I guess she is really tired guys” George said. I heard lots of complaints and felt bad “We can play another day!” I tried “But I don’t wanna play another day, I wanna play NOW!” Ella said crossing her arms and pretending to pout like a baby “I promise you I will play truth or dare, just not today” I said hugging her goodbye, she grimaced playfully and I returned the face.

After saying goodbye to everyone, George accompanied me to my room. When we arrived at the door, I turned to face him “I had a great time” I smiled “Ella and boys are really funny” “I knew you would like them” he responded “They liked you too you know” he added “That’s nice of them” I replied “I was kind of a bit worried they wouldn’t” I admitted “Why would you be?” George asked “I don’t know, you are all famous  and talented” I replied, my gaze to the floor “You have a different kind of life, always on the center of attention and covers of magazines” “It wasn't always like that you know” he replied, I could feel him looking at me “I know, but now it is” I said back.

“Just because we have a little bit more of followers on twitter, it doesn’t mean we think less of you” he said lifting my chin up. I didn’t notice till then, but we were getting really close. “I don’t even have twitter” I said blushing and trying to change the subject, “We think you are amazing and cute, and gentle and beautiful” he said. Now we’re centimeters apart, I could feel his breath and the scent of the perfume on his skin. His dark chocolate eyes were piercing mine and I could not stop myself from drowning in them “We?” I asked with the little strength that was left in me to say something. I didn’t want to say anything, I didn’t want to ruin the moment, “Yes, we” he said leaning in.

I knew what he was going to do. Come on, we both did. It was obvious. Me describing him in this tender and cheesy way, but still very romantic. Saying I had no strength to talk, bitch please, I could still spill the whole alphabet in at least 3 languages. The thing was, I was too shy, I always had this problem. Avoid talking, trying not to look in someone’s eyes, always kind of hiding myself. I was this nervous little bird and George was like this beautiful, exotic tiger that was attracting me into his claws. I admit, I was scared.

What if he didn’t like me? What if he was just playing with me? What if he doesn’t like my kiss? What if I do something wrong and he never talks to me again? I panicked, I knew I was also leaning in to kiss him, but my brain managed to make me think “What if, what if, what if” I could mess up our friendship and that’s a thing I really didn’t want to. I stopped just before we were inches apart and turned away, opening the door as fast as I could “So this was fun, we should it another time” I said quickly and closed the door on his face.

Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I can’t believe how stupid I am!!! Why?? Why didn’t I kiss him?! Oh I know it’s because I am an idiot!! How could I not kiss George Shelley?? We were about to make some sweet fireworks outside the door, but instead I just fucking closed the thing on his beautiful face. I leaned against the door and sat on the floor; I buried my hands on my face and snorted with anger. Stupid me, I could have kissed him, but my imbecile brain thought “Oh no, why don’t you just close the door on his face? Much better!” And that was the fucking thing I did! I regretted it completely.

Maybe I could open the door again and say something, but I didn’t know wha! “Oh hey George, I’m sorry I just closed this fucking door on your gorgeous features when we were about to kiss, but I really regret it, can we try it again?” seemed like the perfect apology. Or not.

I was breathing with anger and after ruining what was suppose to be a great night, I just wanted my bed. I could hear my aunt snoring and I mentally thanked her for having a heavy sleep. I hopped on the mattress, covered myself with blankets and sunk my face on the pillow. And just before falling asleep I thought “What the fuck Laura? Why the fuck would you do that?”.