George Shelley & The End of the World

Chapter 15

*OLIVIA'S P.O.V*

What was the matter with George? It was only a little talk, nothing he should be that worked up about... Wasn't it? But, what I didn't understand, was that John used George's last name, nobody mentioned it. Did they know each other?

"Take a seat, Olivia." John smiled at me, his grin pushing up his skin, causing his hideous scare to pop out slightly.

"Erm, okay." I whispered, slipping into the chair in front of his desk anxciously. He nodded at me before perching himself into his seat, making its structure squeak under his muscular weight.

"Alright... the rules." He smirked, his eyes glitsening darkly. My throat suddenly went dry as I held my breath.

I heard a set of footsteps behind me, I shot my head round to see a man with black hair flowing to just past his ear. He had yellow rubber gloves on and in his hand was a long siringe.

My breath quickened as I spun back round to John. My eyes pleading with confusion and fear.

"Rule 1: No squirming," He began, waving his hand slightly.

"What do you me- ARGH" The man came from behind me and grabbed my neck with the inside of his elbow, holding my head still firmly whilst my arms and legs kicked out furiously.

"Rule 2, relax," John chuckled. How the hell was I meant to relax!? This is why George had wanted me to go with him! Oh George...

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" I screamed, but my voice came out muffled and croaky as the strange man covered my mouth roughly.

"Rule 3... Sleep."

Sleep?! What the fu-

My thoughts were cut short as I felt the sharp pain of the needle peircing the skin on my neck. The room whizzed around my head at 100MPH before finally fading to black...

*GEORGE'S P.O.V*

"See... This can work! Me and George on the double bed and JJ, you can sleep on the singular?" Josh said, scanning the room.

"Alright, sounds good to me!!" JJ grinned, running over to his bed and bouncing down, making the springs creak.

"We have to put the pillows in between though, George! And keep to your side!" Josh winked, throwing himself into the left side of the double bed.

"You're the one that always crosses the barrier! Do you remember in the X Factor when you sleep talked!? You were right next to my ear and it scared the daylight out of me!" I giggled, thinking back to that night and then when I told the story in an interview.

"The good old days..." JJ sighed from across the room.

My giggling faded and so did Josh's smile. That was the past, this is our life now. I sighed and scanned the room with my eyes. It was pretty bare, just 2 beds and a small toilet in the back corner of the room.

"I miss them," Josh said suddenly, still looking up to the ceiling.

I turned my head to him, his eyes didn't avert from the ceiling, but he knew I was looking at him.

"Who?" I asked, reliesng how stupid the question was only after I'd said it.

"The X Factor contestants and the bond we had, all my friends and the nights out, my family and all the relatives parties and family outings, all the JCats..." He sighed.

I hadn't thought a lot about the JCats, it had crossed my mind, but I never went into full thought about it. It would have just made me upset, but now Josh mentioned it, I couldn't help myself....

"All their presents," I sighed, shaking my head and smiling.

"The amazing things they made for us," JJ added.

"All the tweets that made us laugh so much!" Josh sighed,

"All the amazing support and money they spent on us." JJ said,

"They believed in us so much, and as cringey as it sounds, we meant so much to them and them to us. Now they're all gone. Dead." I croaked, letting tears fall free as I got to the end of my sentence.

It was silent for a while after that, only a few sniffles and creaks of the bed as we moved to wipe away tears. We were all lied here remembering, but remembering won't bring anyone back.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as Jaymi burst into the room, panting furiously and I instantly knew something was wrong.

"Guys, it's been an hour and Olivia hasn't come back,"