And Love Me

I

The night had been pretty peaceful despite being surrounded by drunkards, myself one of them. Being around Matty always kept me calm. He had such a contagious relaxed attitude about everything.

"What are we going to do all this year?" I asked Matty as I rested upon his chest. The annual New Year's Eve party at George's was bustling around us as we vegetated in his living area.

"Let's see..." Matty sighed happily and looked away in thought. "We're headed to New Zealand on the fifteenth, so there's not much time for us to really celebrate the new year..."

"Take me with you." I mumbled in an attempt to send subliminal messages to his unconscious mind. "I can help manage the merch tables."

"You think your employer would really allow that?" Matty chuckled, sitting us up. I felt woozy from all of the booze in my system. A couple more drinks and I would surely pass out.

"How about I don't care what my employer thinks..." I stretched and stood up. "Jesus..." I held my stomach. "Pretty sure this is coming back up." I giggled.

"I can show you the bathroom, love." Matty stood up with me. I shook my head and nudged him back down on the sofa.

"I am an adult. I can find the restroom myself." I humphed away, feeling stupidly powerful as I always do when overly drunk.

I wandered around George's large house alone. There were people everywhere and I wondered if George even knew them all. Remind me not to get a large house with Matty...finding the bathroom, or any room for that matter, while drunk was absolutely awful.

"Looking for something?" I nearly ran into George's chest as I explored his kitchen. I guess I was in some sort of a trance as I hadn't even noticed I wandered into the room.

"I was...looking for your restroom." I blushed, slowly looking up at the tall figure in front of me.

"Oh yeah, no problem." He giggled. "A lot of people have asked me that tonight. Housekeeping's going to have quite a job in the morning..." I grimaced at the very thought. I felt bad for a split second until I thought about how much George probably paid them to do that.

Ending that thought, George led me to the bathroom down a narrow hallway that I never knew existed in his home. The other doors led me to suspect that this was the 'bedroom wing' of the place.

"Thanks!" I cheerfully smiled back at him after he turned the bathroom light on. This place would be my sweet sanctuary for the next ten minutes...

"(Y/N)..." I halted, door in hand, when I heard my name slip out of his mouth.

As I turned around to face him completely I found myself being shoved further into the bathroom. George had me pressed against the wall, his eyes matching mine and burning into the depths of my soul.

"Is...everything okay?" I asked nervously, afraid I had crossed some sort of line.

"No. Everything is not okay." His husky voice could make a girl melt if she wasn't so nervous! "This past year has been nothing but you. You and Matty...at the studio, going out for fun, and now I'm sure you're going to join us on the tour."

"I'm...sorry." I gulped. I was choking back tears. Hearing this out of someone you call...called...your friend sucked majorly.

"It's not...ugh..." George released me. "I don't hate you...I hate him."

"But you're best friends..." I mumbled, trying not to stir up his emotions too badly.

"I'm...jealous." He looked away from me, running his hands through his hair. I wanted to laugh out loud. A man as perfect as George, jealous of Matty and me?

"I've wanted you for so long and he knew it." George was gritting his teeth at this point. The anger towards his friend seemed unreal! "He knew it before he even started dating you."

"What are you saying?" I gulped, fearing the worst: that Matty could actually be using me to get a rise out of George.

"I'm saying that he always gets the better things in life, especially when we desire the same things. Matty has always had a perfect life." He sighed and leaned on the porcelain sink behind him. My nausea had faded and turned into shock, I couldn't believe the things I was hearing.

The temptation was almost more than I could bear, seeing George lean there so vulnerably. His chiseled face looked like that of a Greek statue. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edges of the sink in frustration. The passion he had for these thoughts moved me. I found myself wanting to sin.

Without warning I rushed him. I pressed my lips against his so fast in my drunken stupor I forgot who, what, and where I was. Doing something so terribly naughty was not me. The butterflies invaded my body and something about that made me want George more.

"Sorry..." I muttered, stepping away from him. He was frozen, staring at me with his glossy eyes.

"Don't be." I swear I saw the corners of his lips upturn. "I'll...uh...let you go. See you tomorrow." It was unbelievable how nonchalant this man was asking after unloading his feelings to me, especially after that kiss.

THE NEXT DAY

The day after the crazy party came another day of recording some extra stuff for the new album. The guys were crazy perfectionists and even though the album was done and ready to be put onto all forms of CDs, vinyls, digital copies, and what-not they wanted to make sure everything was absolutely right.

Matty was glaring at George the whole time. Something was going on between them that I had no idea about and I felt completely guilty. Perhaps George had told Matty what went down in the bathroom.

"Are you done giving me the evil eye, mate?" George asked angrily from his drum set as Matty angrily tuned his guitar. Adam and Ross were awkwardly minding their own business as usual.

"What's going on, you two?" I asked them using the microphone behind the glass window separating us.

"What you did was completely heinous!" Matty shouted. I was taken aback. Matty had never shouted like that. That contagious relaxed attitude had suddenly disappeared. "Kissing my girlfriend like that...Jesus." George stared at him like a child being scolded, not fully paying attention.

"(Y/N), you realize what has to happen." George looked at me. I wanted to be angry at him. This was all his fault but I just couldn't find it in me.

"I have to make a decision..." I sighed exasperatedly. The two nodded at me and then sneered at each other like children. Why can't life be drama free?