Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forgetting: Part 8

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The next few weeks were hard. George wasn't the same, he was upset, it was going to take a while for him to get over this. I still struggled to find out why George hadn't got through, he'd tried so hard and it had knocked his confidence. The hardest part for George was going into college and telling them that he didn't get through, he was embarrassed but I helped him through it. 

George and I had been assigned an English project and Mother Shelley had invited me round to help him with it.  I arrived on time, which isn't normal for me. I had on my sweatpants and a hoodie with my hair tied back in loose Plaitts.

"Hey, come on in, George is just on the phone"

I walked in and went to sit in the living room. I looked around at all of the photo's of George. I couldn't help but laugh at his cheesy smile.

"I'm sorry about that Meg, I've just been on the phone to the lads"

"The lads??" I asked.

"Yeah, Triple J"

"Oh, and..." I added looking for more of an answer.

"Well they've had some good news, Louis' has put them through, but hes adding an extra member, god that member must be so lucky, the boys are going to go far, they are so talented"

"Aw that's amazing George! They might ask you to go back"

"yeah I doubt it, I'm not getting my hopes up"

I pulled my tongue out at George and he did the same back.  We started too laugh, we could be as childish as we wanted and no one would be bothered. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang.

"I'LL GET IT!!" Shouted George's mum, running to the door.

"Hello is George there??" Said a voice. I didn't recognise it but I saw a smile grow on George's face.  Then it happened. Louis Walsh was stood at the door. Was I dreaming?

"Hello George, Can I talk to you please?"

"Yeah sure, erm take a seat"

Mother Shelley beconed me out of the room and I went in to help her clean the dishes. We tried to hear what was going on but we couldn't. It was ages, what was happening, what was going on?

After what seemed like a lifetime, George came out of the door.

"Mum, Meg, I've got some news, you might want to come and sit down"

I followed his mum into the room, she had a firm grip of my hand. Louis was sat with George next to him. There was a very awkward silence.

"Ok so...."

"SO...." his mum said, bursting with excitement.

"What would you guys do if I said that I'm on my way to judges houses??"

I looked at his mum and his mum looked at me. A smile grew on our faces and we ran to hug him.

"Woahhh wait, as part of a band..."

"What??" I asked.

"You know the guy Triple J wanted?? That was me"

I couldn't have loved Triple J more right now. I wanted to go and hug them all so tightly, but I guessed Louis Walsh would have to do. I couldn't stop smiling and neither could George.  Tonight couldn't get any better. As soon as Louis had left, George ran straight up to his room and was straight on Skype to the boys. I could hear them laughing and joking around. I could hear the guy with a gorgeous smile and the really muscular guy too, but the other guy's voice sounded familiar. I didn't know where I knew it from but I definitely knew it from somewhere. 

I decided to leave early, George had had a shock and needed to be on Skype to his friends, I understood. As I was about to walk out of the door, George grabbed me.

"Meg!!! Hold Up!! I'm going to Las Vegas in 2 weeks and I'm travelling down to meet the boys for a session with them"

"Aw Georgey that's brilliant! You'll have so much fun!!"

"Yeah, I'm going down to New Market and ummm I...I...I wondered If you wanted to come with me"

I looked at him shocked. Not shocked as to what he had asked me, but shocked as to where he was going. New Market, to you a normal little place but to me, the place I moved from five years ago.  

"Well...." he asked nervously, waiting for me to answer.

"I don't know..."

"The boys know so much about you, and they'd love to meet you. We really need a second opinion on how things sound..."

"I'd have to ask, I'd better be getting home, I'll text you though, yeah?"

I headed down the pathway, waved to George and then walked home, thinking about all the different things. The memories of New Market came flooding back, I looked down at my necklace, remembering the day JJ had given it to me. If i'm honest, I'd never really stopped loving JJ. I walked into the house to be bombarded by hugs from my mum.

"I know!! I know!! She's just rang me now!!! I'm so happy for George!!"

I started to freak out with my mum about how proud we were. George was like part of the family.

"So mum, you know because you love me..."

"What now?"

"George has asked me to go to New Market with him too meet the boys, he wants my opinion on their sound. It's ok if I can't I...."

"Of course yes!" said my mum.

"Thanks, I'll ring George now"

I picked up my mobile and dialled his number.

"Hello?"

"Hi, George, I can come!!"

"Aw Fantastic, well..."

He started to go on about some arrangements that had been made. Until my mum butted in with a genius idea.

"Meg, erm, well the house is free at the moment, do you want to chill in there. You've finished college now and well, it'd be nice for you to go and have the house to yourself wouldn't it" 

I immediately told George and he checked with the boys, they all agreed. I hope I'd get on with them. They all seemed lovely but I wanted to be happy with them and I wanted them to be happy with me.

After three hours on the phone to George, the arrangements had been made. We were on our way too New Market for a week. The train would be picking us up at 8am tomorrow and we'd be meeting the one of the boys at the train station at 10am to go and chill at the house. Times couldn't be better. The only problem was that I had to pack my things. I ran upstairs, grabbed my suitcase and dumped everything I could find. It was May so I packed mainly shorts and summer dresses. There were going to be a lot of memories in the old house. A lot of memories. I knew it was going to look different. Mum had paid for it to be refurbished and changed but she wouldn't tell me what it looked like. Finally I would be able to find out!

I went to bed that night with a smile on my face. This next week was going to be good.

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