Temporary (Georg Listing Fanfic)

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I froze in my position; I didn't know what to say or to do.

"We have to stop meeting like these, don't you agree?" Georg suggested sarcastically. He helped me up into a better position, I quickly tried to move out of his hold.

"Yeah, we really do," I laughed nervously as I rushed out his arms. I thought of something to say to change the subject. "I think all the boys are downstairs. We should probably go and meet up with them. We have to discuss photo ideas, interview ideas and all that goes with it."  He looked straight into my eyes and nodded. I could tell he knew I was just trying to get away from the situation. I walked down the stairs, with Georg following close behind me. At this point, I just wanted this job to be done.

"Ahh, finally they come down," one of the boys jokes. From the corner of my eye I could see, Alan tense up, he didn't find the joke funny. He wasn't the only one that didn't' agree. I could see the other members look at Georg. I stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

"Ok, so let's start. Who wants to give their ideas first?" Alan said breaking the silence. I took a seat next to him and looked around, to see who was willing to go first. We all kind of just looked at each other, to see who would go first.

"I'll go, this silence kills me," Bill said clapping his hands together. "Ok so let's start with the interview. All of us saw the questions-" He paused and redid his sentence, "Tom, Gustav, and I have reviewed the questions and agreed that they were good for the interview. Now since Montana and Alan are the ones interviewing us, I was thinking that we should have a split interview, two members each. It's better than to have one big interview altogether."

"I actually like that idea. Look, I've never interviewed an artist before. I don't do interviews, photography is my thing, so I'm really nervous. I would prefer if we use Bill's idea and split it. It would be so much better because it's would be fewer people for me to force an interaction with. Regardless, I would be nervous but not so much," I agreed with Bill. I turned to Alan, to see if he had anything to suggest, but he didn't say anything, instead, he tore a piece of paper into fours, and began writing on them. We all watched him fold the four pieces, and throw them onto the table.

"Pick one."

I looked at him confused as to what he was doing, but nonetheless, I did as he said. I reached to the middle of the table and unfolded the paper.

"Bill?" I read out loud what was written. I still had no clue what was happening.

"Ok so Bill is on your interview," he said reaching for a piece. "Tom." He read. I looked at him and shook my head. I studied the two pieces on the table, one of them said Georg, and I didn't want that one. I wanted to be far from him to avoid any close moments with him again. I reached again for a piece.

'Please don't let it be Georg,' I silently prayed. I unfolded the paper and looked at the name. I could feel the boys staring at me, waiting to say the name written down.

'Georg.' My eyes searched for him, we looked at each other dead in the eye. He knew that his name was there. I licked my lips, and smiled, pretending I was happy with my group. I was happy to have Bill but not so much about Georg. After the talk with Alan, I wanted my distance.

"I will be interviewing Bill and Geoge," my voice filled with as much excitement as I could, as I looked at them smiling. 

"Baby, we are going to have so much fun," Bill said getting up from his seat and coming to hug me. I hugged him back, trying to squeeze him as hard as he was squeezing me. I looked to see Alan's reaction, I could tell by the look in his eyes, he regretted making choose.

"Interviews can be done in between different photo sets," Tom suggested. We all agreed to the idea and settled that that was how we were doing to set the interviews up as.

"Now for my favorite part, the actual photoshoot. I was sent some pictures of the outfits you had previously coordinated, which by the way I loved. So since they are very clubbish, I found this small club an hour away from here, I have already spoken to the owner and have set up times for the duration of the shoot. Tomorrow we will be heading there around 6ish to be there by opening and the back area is perfect for the other outfit," I said reviewing my notes, making sure I got everything said.

"Any questions, comments, or concerns? Feel free to give ideas or anything," I said looking at the boys. "Nothing?"

"Nope, we completely trust your ideas and we know you will do everything possible to make us look good and whatnot," Gustav said flatly. "Right, boys?"

"Yes, this is all your Tana. Although I do have one comment," Tom said, "That is the most I have heard you talk since we have met, your eyes literally lit up." I let out a small laugh at his comment. The other boys agreeing with his statement.

"This is my passion, so I get pretty excited talking about it. Trust me I can be worse, especially when I get into geek mode on cameras and lenses and filters. Alan always makes shut up about them," I said pouting my lips, looking at Alan. Nodding his head in agreement which caused us both to laugh.

"No it's because you could go hours and hours doing so if no one shuts you up," he responded rolling his eyes, pushing me to the side.  I rolled my eyes at him, I just couldn't help it. This is what I was dedicated to, it was my way of showing my vision.  Forgive me if I nerd about it.

"There wasn't much discussed, I would say. So how about we have a drink and get to know each other," Gustav suggested, putting on his jacket.

"Let's go then, we have no beer left," Tom laughed, he followed Gustav out the kitchen, shortly Bill got up and followed them. Their laughter slowly fading as they walked away, soon their just silence. I was surprised Georg didn't follow them. From the small videos I had seen of the band, I knew he was all up for late-night shenanigans.

"Alright, I'm going to go, take a shower, be right back," Alan got up and walked out silently. Once again, I was alone with Georg, and the person that wanted us to be apart was the one that left us alone. We sat in silence, I could see him toy with his phone, and I played with my hands.

"Come on," he said getting up, reaching his hand out for me to grab. I looked at his hand with a confused expression. I wasn't quite understanding what he was saying.

"Let's go," he said, re-extending his hand to me. I paused for a moment to think if I should.

'Come on, Tana. What could this guy possibly do to you?' I told myself, without giving it more thought, I reached and grabbed his hand. It was the perfect texture, softly but masculine, with hints of roughness. Hand in hand we walked out the kitchen, so close next to each other, he grabbed his keys with his free hand and we headed for the door. He only let go of my hand to give me a path to exit the house, shortly after he closed the door, and joined our hands once again. I couldn't help but give a small smile on the inside, Georg Listing was holding my hand.

"M'lady," he joked as he opened the door for me to get in. I rolled my eyes and stepped in the car.

'Where are we going? When Alan finds out, he's going to kill you' I thought to myself.

'What exactly are you doing, Montana?' I'm not sure, maybe I should just tell him I don't want to go anywhere' I conversed with my own self. Before I could even speak up, Georg pulled out the driveway, driving off into the cold night.

'So much for staying away.'