George Shelley Fanfic 'The Guy at the Coffee Shop'

Part 32

You woke up that morning to see George staring at you as if he’s been watching you sleep like usual. But for once, you’re awake before everyone else! So you and George decide to go downstairs to get a coffee and a table for breakfast.
George: “Wow those boys were drunk last night! How did we even manage to get them back to the room?”
You: “I know! Thank goodness we only had a little bit last night.”
George: “Yeah!”
After a while, the boys finally met you both at the breakfast table looking like zombies.
JJ: “Alright.”
You and George just laughed as they all sat down and ate their toast.
Olly: “Why don’t we go to the beach today? Then we can all chill out and get over our hangovers!”
Jaymi: “Good idea!”
After you ate your toast. You went up to your room and got into your bikini and put your white maxi dress over the top. 
At the beach, JJ Josh and you played a game of volleyball and jumped in the sea. but Olly, Jaymi and George just laid in their tops and shorts on sunbeds. 
You: “Oii you lot! Aren’t you gonna come in the sea?”
Jaymi: “I’ll pass thanks”
You: “Well at least take your shirts off! You must be boiling.”
George: “(Your name) Can we talk?”
You: “Sure.”
George walks you to the other side of the beach.
You: “So what’s the matter?” 
George: “I can’t take my top off.”
You: “Why?”
George: “Because I don’t have a nice body like you. When I was younger, I was bullied for being overweight and I’ve never shown myself shirtless since.”
Unexpectedly, George broke out in tears as he dropped to the sand. You ran to hug him as the tears streamed down his face.
You: “George you’re beautiful! Don’t ever think you’re not! Now come on, lets go back and find the boys”

After a few hours the sun began to go down, and you were the only ones left on the beach.
Jaymi: “Right, I wanna go back to the hotel and have something to eat!”
JJ: “Oh same let’s all go back! (Your name) and George, are you coming?”
You put your white dress back on as you felt it getting colder.
George: “No it’s okay, we’ll meet you later.”
The boys walked of in the sunset, making you and George the last ones on the beach.
You: “Do you trust me?”
George: “Yes”
You: “Well then take off your shirt.”
He took a deep breath and he removed his shirt slowly. You felt his abs gently.
You: “George, you’re beautiful.”
George: “Do you trust me?”
You: “Yes.”
He dropped his shirt in the sand and lifted you bridal style, carrying you in his arms across the beach in the sunset. He walked deeper and deeper into the water. Although you were scared he was gonna drop you in and ruin your dress, you knew you could trust him. George would never let you go.