This City - A George Shelley Fanfic

☆ Chapter 8 ☆

It'd been a few hours since the last incident, and I suppose it was kind of cute, right? Well apart from the fighting part and me nearly getting taken... But still, I had George; and like he said, we may not be together but he'll always defend me, and I could trust him with that. 

We had been walking along the beach for a while and it was dark, God knows where we would go from here. Palm trees and neon lights surrounded us, the colour of the ocean was the most beautiful colour of blue, but it could never be as beautiful as George looked right now, nothing could. As we were walking along beside eachother I sighed quietly, turning my head towards and starring up at him in admiration. I loved the way his hair gently blew along with the breeze of the wind, the way his eyes focused on what was infront of him and the way his lips pouted slightly without him knowing. His skin looked so gentle, adorable. After a few minutes of starring George looked down, raising one of his eyebrows whilst a small smile curved around the corners of his full lips.

"What are you looking at?" He giggled nervously, "Have I got something on my face?" 

"No, George." I chuckled, covering my mouth, looking up at him whilst studying his face, "No you haven't. Anyways, where are we going?" I sighed. George shrugged, squinting his eyes in order to look ahead and then turning back to me. 

"I'm taking you somewhere special, but on one condition." He smirked.

"And that condition is...?" I smiled, nudging him playfully. 

"You have to promise me." He spoke firmly, leaning forward and looking straight into my eyes, "And I mean promise." 

"I promise." I nodded, looking him securely in the eyes. I felt the need to protect him, like i'd been with him all of my life and it was my job to keep him safe, to make sure nobody hurt him or made him sad.

George gently took my hand, interlocking our fingers and then letting out a quiet sigh.

"Good, then you'll like this." He stopped at a cave, squeezing my hand tight and ducking down, with me of course behind him. The cave was dark and extremely cold, even colder when he let go of my hand.

"George! I'm freezi-" I couldn't even believe what I was seeing, I actually thought for a second I was in some sort of dream. "It's beautiful..." I whispered, my eyes roamed around the view, I gapsed in amazement. There was automatic fairy lights that hung from the cave walls, causing the cave to go a slight yellow colour. A small red bean bag sat perfectly on the rocky pavement, along with bits of stacked up wood, which i'm guessing was used for a fire. 

George smiled, moving closer to me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear in the most gentle way possible, "Just like you then." He whispered softly from his plump lips. His gaze went from my eyes, to my lips for a few seconds, then back to my eyes. My smile instantly made an appearance upon my face once again because of his sweet words. George pulled away, spinning his body around so he was facing the walls, his arms swinging beside him.

"I come here when i'm feeling lonely. I often feel like that, sometimes I feel like I have nobody, my friends never treated me right." He tutted, emphysising 'friends' as he rolled his eyes, "This place helps me think," His body turned around, George was now facing me again and walking up to me, his eyes fixed onto mine, "But even if a plane crashed into these walls right now I wouldn't even flinch, I wouldn't even move, because your with me and my mind is on you. You have me caught in a place, Olivia, there are so many ways you can change me." I giggled in disbelif, shaking my head.