Through A Screen (Union J/George Shelley fanfiction)

Alright so yeah um, this is my new fanfic.

I have no idea of what to say here :D

Anyway, hope you enjoy xx

PS:: pic of the girl is Cher (well kind of bc Cher is younger and that youtuber is like around her 20s so yeah a bit younger) (: xx

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George's POV 

"With the taste of your lips I'm on a royde..." I sang, in low voice, in my room. I was auditioning to X Factor in 2 weeks, and I have to admit - I was really nervous.

I kept listening my sister, Harriet, laughter, and I was tired of it. It's been 3 minutes now, what's so funny?

She stopped laughing, and I smiled to myself. I started singing again, but she started laughing harder.

I got up from my bed and opened the door, walking through the corritor to her room. I slammed her door open, and she jumped. 

"What's so funny?" I said, anger in my voice. She laughed at me and patted the spot besides her.

I walked and sat beside her in her bed, and looked to the laptop screen. 

She was watching a girl, and the girl was freacking gorgeous.

She looked carefree and had no make up on - which was good. She looked really pretty without it. You could see crutches in the background.

"Why the crutches?" I asked Harriet, and she giggled.

"She hurted her foot in Funky Buddha, that club in London. She fell down the stairs. That's what she's talking about." 

She restarted the video, and after it ended, I was laughing way harder than I should. The story was funny, the way her "fangirl mode turned on" because she saw Andy Samuel in the club and she missed a step, falling in front of a gay couple and Andy. At the end of the video, she was fangirling because he helped her.

"Hey, Harriet... what's her channel name?"

"ThatAwkFangirl, all together." she said, typing something. I got up and left her room, and went to mine.

I logged into YouTube and looked up her name, and I found the channel.

To be honest, I spent the whole night watching them. 

From what my mum, Toni, told me the next day, she said I was passed out in my bed, my Mac Book Air in my lap, and the videos still playing.

"Oh my God, George!" Harriet laughed, eating her pancakes the next day "Are you falling for Cheryl?"

She gave me a galf smirk, and I felt my cheeks getting warmer.

"No! I just think she's funny, that's all!"

"Yeah, well pretend that I believe." she put her plate in the sink and went upstairs.

"But it's truth!" I yelled. 

I should stop lying.