Change Your Life

Chapter Thirteen

Brielle's POV

Oh. My. God.

I'm kissing George Shelly.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!

I hope I'm a good kisser. What if my breath smelled?  What if I'm breathing too heavy? What if I don't move my lips right, or I hit my forehead or nose on his? Gosh,  that would hurt!

I slapped myself mentally. I need to stop focusing on the negatives and start thinking about the positives. For example...

I'M KISSING GEORGE FREAKING SHELLY. THE SEX GOD!!

Sorry,  I had to get that out eventually.

Anyways, positives. One, he's an amazing kisser. At least I think so, I dont have much to compare him too, and by much, I mean nothing.

But his lips were soft like cotton and tasted like marshmallows. Mm. My favorite.

   Our lips fell into sync. Sweet and loving. No lust or roughness.  Just softness and perfection. This was one of those moments that you wished that you could freeze time and rewind over and over again.

   George pulled back, gasping. "That. Was. Amazing."

   I blushed and shifted my gaze downwards. "It was," I agreed softly.

  He sighed and lifted my face up. "Do you regret it?" He asked, quite worrisome might I add.

  My eyes widened in shock and horror. "No! Of course not. Do you?" I was entirely sure I wanted to know the answer.

  George's expression mocked mine. "No! I would never regret that. As long as I live." His voice was firm and had a ring of promise in there.

    I smiled. "I'm glad." George's face suddenly heated up. Whats wrong with him?

   "Um, well you see the thing is erm I was um wondering if you would like to um maybe be my g-girlfriend?" He stammered all over the place. It was pretty adorable.

   I smiled brightly and kissed him again. And again. I pulled away, still smiling.

   "I'd love to be your girlfriend."

***

   After numerous kisses, sweet nothings whispered, and cuddles, we both had to run home.

   George's !ad picked him up and I met him and he's very nice. He doesn't know I'm his son's girlfriend because we decided to wait and tell people.

   If only I knew what was waiting for me when I got home.

   I opened the front door, still smiling from ear to ear. "I'm home!" I called cheerfully.

   "Brielle," Uh oh. Dad said my full name. I did something bad. But what?!  "Get in the kitchen. Now."

   Shit, I'm screwed.

   I shuffled across the carpet and cautiously peeked over the corner. I almost ran to my room.

   There at the kitchen table, sat my Uncle Louis, Harry and Zayn along with Aunt Perrie. My dads, and brother were all there too, arms crossed and looking slightly mad.

   "What did I do this time?" I squeaked, growing more nervous as I watched all the intimidating glares continue.

   "Pez," Uncle Zayn said, gaze never faltering. "Why don't you take Austin out in the living room?" he suggested,  referring to their 8 month old son.