You scream until he puts his hand over your mouth. You bite his hand causing blood to come out of it.
"What the heck!" He just stands there trying to avoid looking and your nude body. You grab a towel from the pile of things you brought with you.
"What are you doing in here George, this is the girls wash room!" You are still beet red.
"I was dared to come in here by Fred!" He turns around and continues to talk," I didn't know you were the one that was in here!"
"Ugh you know I am the only one that hums in the shower all the other girls just talk about boys and giggle." You make your 'I'm disappointed face' at him and just turn you back to him.
"Yeah I know but I just, I-I... I'm sorry y/n." He drops his head to his chest and then you realize that he means it this time.
You turn your body to face him and you hug him forgetting that your kind of naked. He turns about a thousand shades of red. But slowly returns it. And all of a sudden a song comes on, yours and his favorite song that you met to.
You light me up inside...
Like the fourth of july....
He looks to his right a sees Fred and some of his friends staring at them with a radio in hand....
"FRED!!!!" You break the hug and scream some more." GET OUT!" George starts to run towards them, they quickly scramble out of the wash room leaving the radio on.
La dadi la dada...
Singing in the shower...
♡♡♡
Finally 2:00 pm has arrived and you just wanted to forget the shower thing, once and for all, but George didnt, he kept trying to ask you a question all through the party but you just kept trying to get away.
But when he caught up with you he grabbed your arm and pulled.you upstairs to the boys dormitory.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" He looked into your eyes and you could see he was sad, you then felt sorry for avoiding him,"well."
" I-I'm... I'm... I'M SORRY!"You burst into tears and hug him like you never wanted to lose him, which you didnt.
"I just... thought you wouldn't be my friend anymore or... that it would be awkward between us!" He hugs back slowly loosening up. "I can't lose you..."
"Why?" He asks you.
"Because... I, um... I LOVE YOU!" He let's go of you and you step back. Then he grabs you cheek with his hand, that you bit, gently. And pulls you close enough to where you can smell his sweet apple shampoo. And your lips meet and you both feel the fire works.
The door opens and everyone is taken back by the scene. But in your mind and his you both just didn't care.
This is dedicated to my Grandfather because he loved apple shampoo and fireworks so much, if only he could see my life now. Thanks!
L.W.H ♡
