The balcony guy - Georgenotfound x reader

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Y/n pov

After the accident from the last night we both fell asleep on my couch again. I woke up feeling extremely tired after only two hours of sleep and constant nightmares. 

After just laying there for a while with my head empty I stand up feeling dizzy. I slowly walk up to the kitchen counter grabbing a water bottle and drinking to the bottom. The cold water refreshed my dry throat. My head is pounding as hell and i feel like i'm going to thow up. My gaze turns towards the coach where is George still sleeping with his mouth slightly open. I laugh softly with my throat burning. 

I sit beside him shaking him slightly trying to wake him up. Nothing happens. I shake him once again. Nothing. Is he dead?! "George!" i try to scream shaking him hard this time. "What? How? Is the house on fire?! I'm up!" he sits up instantly with his eyes wide openned. I give him a relieved smile. He responds witha groan and lays back down covering him self with a blanket.

"George you need to get up. I have work in an hour." i whisper with my throat still hurting. He sits up once again. His messed up hair falles directly in his eyes. "You know you look better with your hair like this?" i tease him. His hand instantly brushes thru his hair pushing it to the side. I laugh at his actions knowing he hates when his hair is messed up. He just glares at me but i can see a smile forming on his face.

He swings his legs of the coach and stands up. I stand up struggling a bit because of my headache. I follow him to the kitchen still feeling a bit dizzy. While he grabbs his water bottle I sit on the counter watching his actions. I could feel my cheeks heating up at a glace of Georges slightly transparent white tshirt. His back streched as he was reaching for the bottle in the fridge.

A light soft sound escaped my mouth. Some people could call it a moan. And George would aswell. He turned to me with widened eyes. I quickly covered my mouth not wanting to make eye contact. He walks up to lightly touching my wrists pulling them down which made my red face completely visible.

"What was that?" he asked me smugly forcing the eye contact. "I- it was nothing. I don't know why would i do that i'm sorry. This is so embarrassing.." i say avoiding the forced eye contact. "Look at me." he insists. So I do. I look him straight in the eyes feeling nervous. My headache getting worse and worse. 

He takes my jaw into his hands pulling me closer. Me sitting on the counter and him standing above me. I can feel his moring breath brushing against me lips. I look at him with trust and he looks down at me smugly. I can't help myself but return the smile. Our lips are almost touching when i feel a familliar feeling down in my stomach.

I quckily pull away from him hopping down from the counter rushing to the bathroom. As soon as I reach the toilet I puke my guts out. I can feel a pair of big cold hands behind my neck making my hair into a ponytail. The puking continues for a few minutes with George lightly rubbing my back. 

"Are you okay?" George asks me after i wash my face with cold water. "Yeah I think i'm fine. I'm sorry." i say feeling guilty for ruining the moment. Wait. We had a moment. We where about to kiss. This is so embarrassing.

"I think you should stay at home today." he says. "I can't. I have work and i'm probably already late.". "I'll go instead of you. I know how everything works. You need to rest." he says looking dead serious. "I can't do this to you." I try to refuse. "There is no way you're going to work like this. Come. Let's get you to bed." he tells me picking me up in bridal style and walking with me towards my room. I sink my face into his shoulder feeling like shit. 

After he places me in bed he gives me a small peck on the forhead and leaves thru the balcony. I told him where are the keys from the shop so he can get it. Let's just hope he doesn't burn my shop down. What am I even thinking? That man does my job better then I do.