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You had been away on a business trip and you leave George to look after the house by himself. Your only rule was no parties until you got back because of the mess he will cause. You were on your way home to surprise George as you got back from Greece earlier then expected. The clouds surrounded the sky and normally George wouldn't go out if the weather was shit unless he really had to.
3 hours pass and you finally arrive on the doorstep of your house. The beautiful, white mansion is surrounded by lots of other nice houses yet snobby as fuck neighbours. Your house was delicate and looked emasculate on the outside. You fiddle around in your purse for a few seconds and find your keys at the very bottom. Even the key was elegant.
You pull them out and stick them in the key hole, getting more nervous with every move. You had been away in Greece for 3 weeks because your business was finally expanding and what better place to do it then in Greece.
The sound of the key turning, unlocking the door gets louder and louder until finally *Click.* A smile spreads across your face as you push the door, soon to be wiped off by the state of your living room. The smell of marijuana lingers across the room as you see the mess that your house was left in.
You walk into the kitchen and notice that your benches and floor is stained by liqueur. Ashtrays are spread across the room and cigarettes are easy to spot. You climb up your stairs to notice your carpet stained and your beautiful curtains torn across your house.
You walk towards your bedroom and notice all the alcohol and spew that's spread across your walls. Disgust and disappointment is spread across your face as you realise that George couldn't even obey one simple rule. I mean yes he is apart of a massive band that tours around the world and that has 'connections' but you didn't expect him to lie to you by promising that he wouldn't have a party.
You slowly but surely push your bedroom door open and as soon as you do the strong smell of alcohol, weed, spew and tobacco combined forces you to block your nose and start gaging. You look around to find George sound asleep in his filthy mess on the bed. You have had enough.
You walk up to George and start yelling. "Get the fuck up. You couldn't obey my number one rule for fucks sakes George. One fucking rule and you break it. Do you take me as a fool?" George rises from his sleep with confusion filling his face. You soon erupt and anger fills your body causing you to start yelling more.
"George Fucking Daniel!! Get up and clean this filthy mess. We didn't pay 2 million dollars to have a house that looks like trash. Fucking hell. How long has it been in this mess? It stinks like fucking shit." He jumps out of bed to verbally defend himself.
"Fuck you. This is my house as well y/n! Don't tell me what I can and can't do. If you didn't come back so early or didn't leave in the first place this mess wouldn't be here." This made you so angry and as soon as he gets up you get into his face.
"Don't you blame this on me, for fucks sakes George. I'm leaving, I'll be back tomorrow morning and if the house isn't clean then I'm leaving for good, taking everything I own, including half the fucking house." You turn and grab your suitcase and purse. You turn around to grab your pillows off your bed and all of a sudden you feel a major jolt. George pushes you and you fall backwards into your draws and gash your head open, you drifted into a deep sleep.
Your eyes start to flutter open as you come across a few little lights in a dark room. "Is this...? No, I can't be dead." You look around to spot something that might seem familiar but there's nothing.
A tall lanky figure walks in the room holding a cup of coffee. It was very dark which meant you couldn't quite focus on his face properly. He wasn't very masculine but he had raggedy hair that was pushed behind his sunglasses. He got closer and you noticed the big bags under his eyes but you couldn't tell if he had been crying or if he hadn't been asleep for a while. Maybe it was a bit of both. He was on the phone.
"I don't know. The doctors don't know what's going on right now." You were in the hospital? That explained a lot. "Yehp...I didn't mean to hurt her. I just didn't want her to leave angry. She might have killed herself driving. I didn't want to be the reason....Ye man, if she doesn't wake up then I don't know what I'm going to do." You noticed his voice.
"...George?" You question, hoping to god that this wasn't a dream and he was actually there with you.
"...Baby?" He rushes over to you. "Bro I need to call you back, she's awake." He hangs up the phone and focuses on you. "How are you feeling? Are you sore? I'm so sorry...I didn't want you to leave, but I also didn't mean to hurt you....." He continues and you grab his hand.
"George. It's okay. Can you please just explain to me what happened?" A massive sigh came to his lips causing you to panic a little. His expression fully changed.
"We had an argument after you got home from Greece. I had a party and your number one rule was to not have a fucking party, baby...I-I should have listened to you, I'm sorry. You came into our room and packed some stuff and went to leave but I didn't want you to, in case you fucked yourself up or in case you crashed because of you being upset and angry." A few tears escape his eyes as he explains further. "I went to stop you and pushed you a little harder then anticipated. You fell and banged your head against the draws. You have been in a coma for 3 days."
You embrace him. "Don't ever do that again George." He pulls you closer, ringing the button to alert the doctors that you're awake and talking.
"Baby I won't, I cleaned everything up and it looks just like new for you to come home to, I wasn't thinking. I missed you so much and to see you come home from being away for 3 weeks mad, it killed me! I love you."
The doctors come in and start to ask a few questions to make sure all your memory was still there. "I love you George!"
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