I Think I Love You - DNF

Chapter Two

Hello my readers. Tis I with chapter two. Yes I wrote this the same day as last chapter and yes I will probably post heaps today so don't judge yours truly. I HAVE MOTIVATION FOR THIS... you know unlike everything else. Anywho I hope that you enjoy this and it makes sense also that it doesn't bore you to death. Have a magnificent day and umm yeah. YAY! 

Also I really am not sure about how TW's work but I think this chapter has one about death. Let me know so I can work on it I want to make sure everyone here is comfortable!

TW // Mentions of Death

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Georges POV

Buzz.

George rang the intercom and waited for the answer. 

"George. Is that you baby?" A woman with a kind voice spoke through the speaker on the intercom. 

"Hi Mum." I smiled. I loved days that I visited my mum. I could almost hear her smile as she told me to come up to the apartment. My mum lived in one of those high rise apartment buildings in London. Walking through the door I pressed the up button and waited for the lift to arrive. When the doors finally slid open I found myself standing next to a man with pink highlights throughout his hair. He smiled kindly showing his perfect and almost blindingly white teeth. He was wearing a pig shirt and black pants 

"Good Morning." He said with a deep tone and an American accent. I smiled back at him, definitely awkward but not worried. 

"Morning" I said. The lift stopped at level 24 and the man left. 

"Have a nice day" He said as he walked out. I nodded and said the same. I hate elevators they can get so awkward when you have to stand next to a complete stranger. It took another 230 seconds to reach my mothers floor of 33. I walked out and down the corridor next to the floor length windows that showed the speck sized people walk around with their own business. I reached the final door, apartment number 528, my mums home. 

I pushed the door open and immediately took off my shoes and put them in the cupboard. My mum can get pretty scary if you don't take off your shoes. I was greeted by a very excitable dog, who jumped all over me, I laughed and reached down to pat him. He dropped on his back and waited for stomach pats, I shook my head knowing well too much how he was too cute to ignore. I lifted up my head seeing my mother watching me from the end of the entrance corridor with a smile on her face. I stood up and walked to her, grabbing her in a big hug. She looked a lot weaker than last time I had seen her. I lived a good 3 hours or so away from her and could only visit once a month, so it was always amazing to finally see her. She was wearing her signature jeans, that now sagged everywhere, as well as a black long sleeve shirt. 

"Hello my beautiful mother." I kissed her on the cheek while hugging her. I only stopped when her body was racked with coughs that shook her entire body. I held her hand as she bent over to try to breathe properly. Pretending not to notice the spots of blood now in her hand. I walked her over to the couch and sat down next to her. She smiled lightly at me and put her hand on my knee. She looked at me with so much love and sadness I knew something was wrong.

"My baby boy how did you get so perfect." She cupped my face with her hand and tears welled in her eyes. My mother had an incurable disease that was terminal. She had been fighting with it for about 5 years now, greatly surpassing the doctors expectations. My mum was a fighter first dealing with my god awful father then raising a boy like me alone and finally this battle. I watched as a tear fell slowly down her check and I brushed it off with my thumb.