I woke up early the next morning to a heavy weight sprawled across me, I jumped startled and confused. Opening my eyes I saw the one and only George Smith staring back at me, I groaned and attempted to roll over, failing badly for obvious reasons. "What do you want Georgeeee" emphasising the e on the end of his name, "we're going to pick up the boys in an hour and I knew you would still be in bed so I came to wake you up". By this time he had sat up at the end of my bed smiling at me innocently, I rolled my eyes, got out of bed and headed to the bathroom where I showered. I didn't realise til I was out that I forgot to take my clothes with me so I awkwardly walked into my room avoiding any eye contact with George, I grabbed my Nike bottoms and black crop top and ran out the room earning a chuckle for George.
I re-entered my room fully changed to see George sat there on my phone smiling to himself smugly, he hadn't realised I walked back in so I snatched my phone of him to see what he was up to. He had spammed my social medias with photos of him and bad ones of me of my camera roll, I groaned at how childish he was then deleted all the posts apart from one tweet where he looked funny. I sat down at my makeup table and put on some makeup and dried my hair. After deciding on my actual outfit for the day with some help from g I was ready, I was wearing my blue denim skirt and black tights with a black turtle next top tucked in with my white converse on my feet.
I chucked my essentials in my bag and dragged George out the house, no one was in this morning so I locked the door behind me. We collapsed in George's car laughing our heads of because he tried to run and jump over my small garden fence but failing badly and ended up on his back. He set of to the train station were I was finally going to meet the two people George talks about the most.
Reece's P.O.V
Mine and Blake's train pulled into the station and came to a stop, we placed our bags on our back and slung our guitars around our shoulders and headed of the train, I text George with my free hand to let him know we had arrived, instantly I had a text back: kwl, we are by Nando's fancy food? He knew us too well, I showed Blake the conversation and he nodded in agreement and we walked over to the big Nando's sign.
Right outside the door was George stood next to who I presume must be Grace, wow, she's gorgeous. I turned to see Blake's reaction and laughed when I saw him with his eyes fixed to her, I nudged him to save him from embarrassment and we walked over to them both. Guess she's Blake's girl.
Grace P.O.V
I saw George smile at two people approaching and I turned to come face to face with Reece and Blake, "hey guys" I said confidently which was unusual, "Hi Grace, George" Reece said as he turned to George and smirked raising his eyebrow. I stood there confused and awkward until Blake decided to break the silence, "can we eat now I'm starving" I laughed at how immature he sounded earning a glare from the boy as we walked into the restaurant,
"Guys what's good to eat here?" As soon as I said that a variety of food suggestions were thrown at me before Reece clicked on to what I said. "Grace please don't tell me you've never had a Nandos before!" My cheeks burned red and I cowarded into my chair in embarrassment from all the attention, "Reece you can be alive from not eating nandos you know? Let the girl be" George said as he slung his arm round my shoulders resulting in me sticking my tongue out at a pouting Reece.
"That was sooo good!" I beamed skipping down the street towards George's car, I turned around to see how far behind the boys were to see them slowly catching up, I sighed and rested on the front of the car receiving a glare from G for touching his baby. Reece called shotgun so I climbed in the back next to Blake with a guitar in the seat next to me, our legs were touching and there wasn't much room but something about the fact that it was Blake didn't make me want to move for some space? What's going on? I looked up to see him already looking at me, we made eye contact both blushing when it clicked. This was the boy I bumped into in London, I remember these eyes, a twinkle in his made me suggest he remembered to before I turned away as George blasted catfish and the bottlemen through the speaker with all of us dancing and singing along.
