As Lovely As You (George Shelley Fanfic)

Chapter 13 - If George Shelley Tries To Kiss You, Don't Stop Him

Guess what? I had a lovely dinner with Alex that night. He took me to this new Italian restaurant and I ate delicious spaghetti. Then we went back to the hotel, he kissed me and we made out till midnight. It was super cute and romantic and I am rubbing my active love life on your faces.

Nah. I’m just messing with you guys.

On that Saturday evening I never went to the new Italian restaurant and my love life still remained pretty boring as ever. I stayed at the hotel with Amelia and we ordered pizza.

At 8pm Dermot O’leary, appeared on the screen. X factor had started. It was dance week and I was excited to finally see what all the fuzz on that show was about.

First there was this guy, Christopher Maloney, he had energy and a good voice, but I found him cheesy and not really my style. Then, MK1, I wasn’t a fan of rap, but I liked that Tinie Tempah medley. Jahmene Douglas, wow, no words, he was just fantastic. A girl named Jade Ellis, who reminded me of Amy Winehouse’s voice and her hair was pink! Or violet, light purple, I don’t know but you can picture it.

Those guys from District 3 were also pretty hot! When they performed, I noticed Amelia’s eyes, she seemed really focused, “Hey, I think I saw a bit of drool” I said laughing “Shut up! They are like your age and I’m a grown woman” she responded. I grimaced at her and she replied showing me her tongue.

Then it was Ella’s turn, she performed “You’ve got the love” in a gorgeous shiny dress, with her hair loose and beautiful eye make-up. The judges loved her voice and I did too. She rocked it.

And last but not least…Union J. George and his band mates appeared on the screen and started singing “When love takes over”. I couldn’t help but fangirl a little. They looked amazing! In all their fancy clothes and professional hairstyle! They sounded wonderful too! The judges complimented them a lot and I felt proud of the boys, I knew they were gonna be big. During the entire performance I didn’t take my eyes off George, he was wearing a black vest over a denim shirt and looked pretty handsome. I hadn’t seen him in a week and he looked so good. (WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T I KISS HIM?!) I wondered if he missed me like I missed him, maybe not, he seemed so happy…

When their song ended I saw a number on the screen, “What is that?” I asked Amelia “Do you want to vote for them?” she asked back “Vote? For them to win?” “Yes, you vote to make the act you like stay in the competition” she answered “But I know it’s not exactly the entire act that you really like” my aunt teased me “What do you mean by that?” “Oh, come on! George!” she said pointing to him on the screen “I haven’t seen him in a while…” I confessed “Why don’t you text him about the performance? Tell him you voted!” “But I didn’t vote” I said “Here, make the call” she replied giving me her phone.

At the end of the show I voted for Union J and Ella. At 10pm we were full of pizza and exhausted from work. Amelia slept quickly, she was tired and so was I, but before sleeping I sent 2 messages:

To: Ella Henderson

You were amazing tonight! Loved the dress and the song choice! I voted #TeamElla!

To: George Shelley

 Hey George…I finally watched the x factor, you were great! I voted for you guys! Hope you get through next week :)

And just when I was about to sleep, I heard a little ring from my phone. “It must be Ella” I thought. And it was:

From: Ella Henderson

Thanks Laura! You should come see the show live! I’ll get you some tickets! Xx

I smiled, Ella was such a sweetheart. I was going to reply her when I saw a new message:

From: George Shelley

Haha, thanks :)

“Haha, thanks :)”? What was that suppose to mean? I knew what that was supposed to mean. I actually tried to have some positive thoughts about him not answering me “Oh maybe his phone is broken” “He changed numbers” “My phone is with a problem and my messages aren’t being sent” But no. He had seen my text. Yet, he chose not to answer it. And when I send another message, he replies me like this; Like I’m a stranger, like I’m not a girl he tried to kiss a week ago. Way to go George. Now I feel like I’m an angry, upset and frustrated ex-girlfriend. Great. Just Great. If only I had kissed him that night…