He was giggling, why was he giggling? I sighed and shook my head, gripping as tight as I could onto his hand, the sound of noisy police sirens pounding through my ears as we ran. The ground as wet and dramp, the air filled with sparkling frost and the sky black.
"George, stop giggling! This is serious." I huffed, yanking his hand. He stopped, starring at me as he let out a loud laugh, his cheeks rosey red, his lips looking rather puffy. I swear I wanted to just take him by the collar, pull him into me and give him a big thank you kiss, but I couldn't. He wouldn't like me. I am nothing, he acts like he cares but he doesn't know me, no one does.
"Chill out, we'll be okay." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and loud out an intense growling noise, shaking on the spot. He leaned over and took my hand, stroking the top of it with his thumb ever so lightly as he looked into my eyes, frost coming out of his mouth as his breathing got heavier. "Shit, the police are coming. I'll get in trouble." He sighed, "Even though i'm not the bad guy here." A little smile grew upon his face as he said the words, 'bad guy',
"Nice... Real mature." I spat, rolling my eyes.
"Lighten up a bit, i'm trying to make the situation a little more light hearted." He smirked, rolling his hands in a circling motion. My ears perked up as I heard the familiar sound of police sirens, George's eyebrows instantly lifted as he murmered 'fuck.'
Once again he took me by the hand, sprinting into a large and rather scruffy looking flat. He never let go of my hand, infact, he held it tighter as he brought me inside, slamming the door shut and locking it quickly. He swung his body around so his back was against the door, his head turned to the side so he was able to hear the police sirens.
"We're safe." He panted. I liked it when he panted, it gave me a funny feeling. A really, really nice feeling. I'd never really thought in that way about anyone but he seemed to have a fast affect on me, changing me like no one else has in such short time. I stared at him as his chest rose up and down, his lips parted slightly so you could see the perfect shape. "Do you wanna go upstairs?" He asked quietly as he scanned my face, moving forward and cupping my face with each of his hands, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on my neck. My breath suddenly hitched as I rolled my head to the side, allowing him to gain more access. I felt a slight nibble in the same spot, making me bite down hard on my bottom lip.
"Let's go." He mumbled against my neck, pulling away and rubbing the spot he had just been sucking at, then leaning in and planting another soft, gentle kiss on it.
"George, I - as much as I want to I can't." I stuttered, George frowned, moving forward and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"That's okay, beautiful. We'll just go upstairs and I'll look after you. Just calm down, you seem so stressted. I'm always here for you, I won't leave." He then pulled away and smiled, taking my hand gently and interlocking our fingers as he lead me up the stairs.
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So guys, I have to admit, that was terrible. I'm not gonna lie, something exciting will be happening in the next chapter, that was just a build up towards it.
I hope you enjoyed that even though it definetly wasn't my best...
But still; thanks for reading, I love 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...
