Head In The Clouds (George Shelley fanfiction)

Seven

Jess POV

It's the 24th of December and I'm locked up in Starbucks with my idols whilst there are snowstorms outside. It's both the best and the worst present I could ask for. I love Christmas, but I want to see my family. I miss them though George and Josh really are sweethearts. My crush on George even got bigger. I'm trying to tell myself that I'm never in a million years going to be his girlfriend. This is just a rumour. A stupid rumour. I could never deal with all the hate and jealousy or my life not being private anymore, now could I?

But I slept with my head on his shoulder and it fits perfectly. He accidentally put his arm around me and snores a bit but in a silent and cute way. It's 8 AM and I can't believe I'm already up but I guess I went to sleep early. I feel something pointing in my spine and it hurts. Huh, it's Georges phone?! I bet he fell asleep while tweeting. His battery is now empty so I put the phone on the table and struggle trying to get out of his grip to get some hot chocolate and a bun. First things first. I accidentally wake him. He rubs his eyes and blinks to the sunlight that shines through the windows. "Goodmorning" he yawns. "I'm sorry for waking you". "I don't mind. This wasn't very comfortable as a "bed' , was it?". "No, not really. Do you want some breakfast?'. "Sure, wait let me find my-". "It's on me". "Really?". "Sure. Thanks for....er". "Being locked up with you?" he smiles "you're welcome. It's been fun so far". I want to walk away to get our drinks when George grabs my arm to stop me "Jess?". "Yes?". This is just like my dreams.

"Jess?". "Yes?". "Your eyes are like the atlantic I drown in them everytime I see you". "They are?". He nods "and your brown hair tumbling down your petite shoulders". "You don't mind I'm small?". "It's not about that, Jess. I love you inside and out". "But we've only just met". "To me it feels like I know you forever. Will you be my girlfriend?".

"YES!" I call through the cafe which leaves George, a sleepy Josh and fourty other people looking at me confused. "Are you even listening to what I said?" George inquires. "Sure". "Really?". "I'm sorry. I promise to listen from now on". "Will you come to our Christmas Eve concert if we get out of here before tonight?". "Is this an invitation?'. "Yes". "Yes, I'd love to". I walk up to the guys to hug them. First Josh. than George. Wow, his hugs are amazing. I wish we could stay like this forever. "Does my hair look okay?" Josh questions. "Yes". "Does it really?". "Yes". "Are you sure?". I sigh as two strong arms let go of me to tell his mate's hair looks okay. Still he looks cute.