Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting

Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting: Part 7

Instead of having a party, George and I had a movie night with pizzas. We had such an amazing time. However, I couldn't help but think of JJ. If you would have asked me a few years ago who I would have been taking to an audition, I would have said JJ. It was always his dream to audition for the X Factor. I wonder he's doing right now. Wait, no, snap out of it Megan.

"Those guys seemed nice today"

"Which guys?"

"The guy who told me I did a good job"

"oh yeah, They seemed lovely" 

The guy who I wished luck to seemed lovely. Although, I didn't catch a glance of the third member. It was like he was hiding or something.

The months passed and before we knew it, George was heading off to boot camp.  The night before he left, I headed round to his house. It was freezing cold. I banged on the door and did my famous knock. Opening the door, George looked very stressed. I walked in to his house, taking off my coat and my scarf. 

"Oh thank goodness you're here!" said his mum, running towards me.

"Really?" I said, surprised.

"We need another woman in the house" She laughed.

"Is there anything I can do Mrs S?" I asked.

"You can come help me" George said.

I nodded and we both headed up to his room. I walked in to see his clothes in a clump, his suitcase empty and his guitar on his bed.  

"You're going tomorrow Georgey!!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah and...." He said, sitting with his guitar.

"Your suitcase is empty and you're leaving early in the morning"

I could tell that he was nervous.  He was practicing and practicing on his guitar. He needed to stop. If there was one thing I knew about George it was the more he worked himself up and got nervous, the more he would under perform. I went over and picked his guitar up. He looked up at me and gave me puppy dog eyes.

"Nooo, help me get this packed" I said laughing.

"Fine" He said, throwing a pair of socks at me.

"Oh no you didn't"

"Oh yes I did"

We started to have a fight, throwing everything we could at each other. Ducking and diving trying not to get hit, not that it worked. This lasted for around half an hour until his mum walked in and told us that we had better get packing. I began to fold his t-shirts, chinos and his hoodies. He placed them into the suitcase. With teamwork, music and laughter we got it done pretty quickly. We packed his guitar into it's case and walked downstairs to see my mum talking to George's mum. They started to laugh. They were planning something.

"Hey honey, I've come to walk you home"

"Ok I'll just get my coat"

"Yeah I'll come help you" Said George, following me out of the room.

He picked my coat up from the hanger and  helped me put it on. I wrapped my scarf around my neck.

"So 8am tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah, you don't have to come you know"

"Oh, I really do" I replied.

I gave him a hug and my mum and I headed home.

My alarm woke me up at 6:30am the next morning. I woke up, got a quick shower and changed into my jeans and a hoodie. I threw my converse on and headed out for George's. I looked at the time it was 7:45am. 15 minutes. I ran down the roads and pathways to George's house. I could have set an Olympic record. Finally, I arrived. George was walking down towards the roadside, dragging his suitcase with his guitar thrown over his back. Within seconds, the taxi pulled up, taking him to the coach were he would travel too London. The taxi driver got out of the car and picked up George's possessions, loading them into the taxi. George grabbed hold of his mum and she kissed him on the cheek. The cuddle lasted for a long time. Then he grabbed hold of me and we stayed in a hug for ages. I didn't want to let go and neither did he.