It had been half an hour since I practically had an emotional break down about my whole life, not like I had one anyways. I had lived possibly the worst existance anyone could have ever experienced. The only thing that had actually gave me the inspiration to try and feel better about myself was the boy who I had known for specifically almost two hours. Since then the stranger had held me tight in his arms, his head covering mine as he swayed me gently, his peaceful breathing slowly soothing me.
He rubbed my back gently, the friction causing my whole body to warm up, giving me small speckles of goosebups, the sort of feeling I got when I looked into his eyes. Whenever I did look into those spectacular brown pools he flinches asthough he was nervous, asthough he thought I was judging him, but I was doing the oposite, I was admiring his never ending perfection.
A few more moments passed before he loosened his grip on me, still holding me in the saftey as his arms as he looked down to me pressed into his chest.
"What's your name?" He mumbled. I looked up at him, my eye's beginning to get a little sore as I looked up.
"Why must you know?" I replied. He shrugged, pulling me closer into him once again so his arms were around my waist and his head was resting ontop of mine.
"Well if i'm going to be with you for quite awhile I think I should know your name, don't you?" He giggled. I smiled, his giggle was adorable. Something of a child who was filled with happiness, but on the contrary, I knew he was feeling the oposite. I sniffled up quietly and fisted his hoodie with my hands, pulling it into my face as I cuddled into him.
"My name is Olivia." I sniffled up again. "What about you?"
"Sweet, I'm George, but you can call me whatever makes you happy."
"Can I call you curious George?" I chuckled, turning my head on it's side, still resting on his chest. I felt his chest rise up and down peacefully whilst he let out another giggle.
"If that makes you happy then yes, you can call me curious George."
With his arms still wrapped around my waist, George pulled away and looked deep into my eyes, a sparkle gleaming from his left eyeball. His face was so sincere and apoligetic. He released a spare arm from my waist and raised his hand up to my face, wiping away some of my mascara with his index finger.
"Don't do that, I look awful." I sighed. He frowned, shaking his head and rubbing off more of my mascara from beneath my eye, I could tell he was being gentle incase he hurt my sore eyes.
"Now you look beautiful." He whispered softly, lifting up his sleve of which he used to wipe of my mascara and showing me it. Suddenly, I let out a large gasp, covering my face and quickly backing away from George, shaking my head in a fast motion.
"Oh my goodness, George! I have no makeup on, why did you -"
"Shh, shh. Calm down." He giggled, scattering forward and lunding in, cupping each side of my face gently. George then leaned forward, planting a tender kiss on my nose. "You look beautiful." Another soft kiss was planted on the very bridge of my nose, "Absorlutely flawless." He whispered, wiping away the tears from underneath my eyes with each thumb gently, trying not to hurt me.
All of a sudden a loud vibrating noise was heard from George's pocket, causing us to both take a leap backwards. He instantly dug his hand into his pocket and took out a broken iPhone, placing his finger on the screen and scrolling down. I smiled to myself as the screen lit up, making his perfect face light up. Then, out of no where George's mouth opened wide, his eyes began to pace the room and his eyebrows furred together intensely.
"We need to get out of here." He told me firmly as he grabbed my wrist, running forwards.
"Wait, George! Where are we going? I yelled, yanking his hand off my wrist and standing dead on the spot, afraid to move. He swung his head around so he was looking back at me,
"Olivia come on, we must go. You don't need to know why, just hurry up and come on."
"Not unless you tell me where the hell we're going." I scowled, folding my arms. He let out a huge sigh and ran back over to me. His eye's met mine again as he looked at me calmly,
"Look, all i'm saying is that the boys are after us and they want you."
"What do you mean they want me?" I yelled, getting louder on the end of the sentence. George gulped, his eyes softening as he took my hand,
"I know where we can go. Olivia, do you trust me?" He breathed. For a few seconds I starred at him, scanning his face and looking back into his eyes, nodding gently.
"I trust you."
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This City - A George Shelley Fanfic
Teen Fiction{book 2} I was bullied, knocked down to the ground. So depressed in my own self obsession that I cut my own body, I thought death was the only answer. But he changed me. Sexual desire, a profoundly tender passionate affection, adoration. I felt i...
