As Lovely As You (George Shelley Fanfic)

Chapter 75 - I Dream I'm Not Loved

"Do you love me?" 

"Why are you asking me that?" he replied.

"Because...because I love you" I admitted.

He kept quiet.

"George" I called his attention "Aren't you gonna answer me?"

"Answer you what?" his tone was neutral, it was different, very strange. Like his voice wasn't really there, like a broken record.

"I just asked you, do you love me?" I repeated the words.

"Why do you keep asking me that?" now his tone was harsh, making me hurt and angry.

"Because I love you!" I practically yelled.

"But what if I don't love you?!" he yelled back.

And it all became a blur.

"Wake up" I heard "Wake up, Laura"

"What" I groaned.

"Wake up, we're late" the voice said.

"Late to what?" I tried opening my eyes.

"To our flight, we are leaving" she said. 

"Ella?" I snapped my head up and met her eyes. She was combing her honey-colored hair, a closed suitcase by the door.

"You're lucky I woke you up" she giggled "Or we would've left you in here"

What? What happened...George. He doesn't love me. Wait. It was a dream, a dream. I was in Paris, in the hotel room. It was just a dream.

"What are you waiting for?" Ella asked "Go get ready, we have to be downstairs in 40 minutes"

I sigh in deeply "Okay" and head to the bathroom.

While I shower I keep rewinding the events from yesterday.

My day started great after seeing all of my friend's performances. I remember that in Ella's George held me tight in his arms and I didn't care if anyone would see it or not.

But now I wonder if anybody did and I'm starting to get a bit worried. I push my overthinking to the back of my mind. What else happened yesterday?

"I went in too many rides" he giggles lightly to the camera "Thanks god it was after the performances, I don't think I would be in shape to sing right now"

"I'll be fine, I just need to rest" he assures "Take a nap"

"And cut" Lydia says "Okay, I think we've got what we needed. Thanks George, hope you get well soon"

"Thanks Ly, I'll be alright" he smiles. The small camera crew and the producer head to the door and I turn to George to give him a small smile before following them out.

"Laura" he calls me "Can you...can you come here for a second?"

"Oh" I turn to  Lydia.

"Go ahead, we've got everything done, there's no more filming for today" she tells me and I nod.

I hear the door of George's room closing when I sit on the edge of the bed. His head resting on the headboard, the sheets covering his body. I wonder if he's not sweating, wearing this monkey onesie that makes him ten times more cuter.   There's no one else in the room except us.

"Are you really okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I just need to sleep" he responds.

"What are you feeling?"