Stay. (A George Shelley-Union J fanficition)

The first time I saw her was at the studio.

My sister and all her friends were supposed to be down in the dance studios but somehow they'd manage to sneak up into the recording studio

She was wearing black leggings with a cropped sports top. Her long brown wavy hair reached her waist,just. She was standing slighlty on the edge of the group, not really facing me. I was sure I hadn't seen her before. I looked at the way she stood, slouching really. 

And then she turned around.

I couldn't move. I just stood,transfixed by her face. She was beautiful. Not just pretty, or hot.Beautiful.Heart-shaped face, big green eyes and a dimple on each cheek.

"George,' Rick hissed,snapping me back into reality.

"What?" I turned my attention back to the lyrics on screen

"I said we'll leave it here for today,pick it up tomorrow around 4pm?" 

"Um, yea, sure" I mumbled in reply, I quickly got my bags but by the time I turned around my sister and her friends had left. I went down to the dance studio to find a dark echoey room,not a soul in sight. I had to see that girl again...

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Taking shelter under a bus stop,cowering from the rain. What sad sight I must have looked. The bus wasn't for another 20 minutes either, it felt like the wind was cutting right through me and the rain felt like pins and needles against my already freezing face. 

And there she was again. That girl, shuffling along under a umbrella which was occupied by about another 5 girls at least, all trying to sheild their hair from the rain. She wasn't wearing her skimpy gym clothes now,instead she fashioned a rather large blue hoodie.It was way,way too big for her, The shoulders nearly hung halfway down her arms and the sleeves dangled below her hands.Realisation hit me. It was a guys hoodie. It was January. It was cold. Maybe somebody just lent it her to keep her warm. Let it be a brother or something, please. I thought about going over until I realisd Harriet would be with them and more than likely tell me to do one. I focused back on the cluster of girls. 

And some guy wandered over towards them.He was taller. Older. I vaguely recognised him as someone who was a year above me at college. He slipped his arm around the girl.My heart started to go at a faster pace. I mentally measured the hoodie along side his broad shoulders. Shit. It clearly was his hoodie. Had to be. Please let him be her brother. It was a fleeting thought thoug,as I saw him look down and kiss her right on the lips. Definatley not a brother then.