Cold Coffee (A George Shelley/Union J Fanfic)

Complications

"Where there is love there is life"

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That evening I sat downstairs with George, his mum and his dad. His siblings were all out and we decided to sit and watch a film together.

I lay next to George on the sofa, our heads resting next to each other on the arm rest and both of our bodies trying to fit long ways across the sofa. My arm rested against his, and I became suddenly aware of how close we were.

About half way through the film George left to pick up our takeaway we had ordered and, as much as I insisted to come with him, he refused and said I could stay in the warmth, leaving me and his parents.

"Would you like anything to drink, lacy?" George's mum asks, smiling at me from the other sofa,

"No thank you, I'm fine"

"Alright then, tell me if you need anything sweetheart"

I nod and smile back at her, keeping my eyes fixed on the tv screen infront of me.

"So, how did you meet george?"

I turn to see his parents looking at me eagerly, and I smile at them reassuringly, "We met in London, Josh introduced me to him"

At this, his dad grinned, "Ah josh, lovely lad"

I nod, "Yeah, they all are"

"We're so happy George is doing what he wants now, I couldn't be happier" His mum sits back on the sofa,

"I'm really happy for him too"

"He deserves it after all he went through" his dad clears his throat and I can't help but notice the sad tone his voice has taken,

"Oh... I don't know about..."

They cut me off, his mum speaking first, "George doesn't like to speak about it much, kids can be so cruel sometimes"

I nod in response and they carry on,

"He was bullied a lot, even had to stop going to school for over a year. It was a really tough time"

A wave of nausea passes through me as I realise how bad it much of been, and I swallow nervously.

"George didn't deserve that, he's so lovely" I struggle to get words out as I picture what he went through,

His mum nods, "That's why I'm glad he's found you and the band, friends and a girlfriend he deserves"

A knot seems to form in my stomach as she says 'girlfriend',

"Me and George aren't dating..."

His dad chuckles, "Well, only time will tell"

On that note, I hear the front door unlock and George enters, carrying pizza boxes and plates.

"That was quick" I smile nervously, trying to block out the stare from his parents,

George grins, "I decided to drive"

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An hour later we're all laid out on the sofas, completely stuffed from the pizzas.

"I think I'm going to head upstairs to bed" George's mum yawns, standing up

"Goodnight" me and George say at the same time,

"See you in the morning" she smiles, then turning to his dad she shoots him a look, "I think we should leave these two in peace"

He sighs and stands up anyway, "Goodnight"

I smile in return, "Goodnight, thank you for dinner"

"No problem" he says, following his mum out of the room, leaving me and George alone.

I notice that my heartbeat seems to speed up at the thought of both of us being here now, alone and extremely close to eachother.

Just as I'm trying to calm myself down and focus on the tv, George's hand, which was resting still next to my arm, gently takes hold of my hand and he turns his head so he's looking at me, our faces centimetres apart.

"Hey" he whispers, grinning,

I feel my cheeks burning red and look away, "Hey"

His hand rests in mine and I try to stay as still as possible,

"You're so pretty, you know that right?" his voice is soft and gentle, and I turn to look into his eyes,

Butterflies are set loose in my stomach, but I can't find the resistance to look away, "George.." I start, but he cuts me off again,

"Lacy, I need to tell you something"

The serious tone in his voice stops me from speaking, and I lay staring into his eyes, watching as his chest rises and falls as he breaths,

He takes a deep breath and starts again, "I've only known you for a little while, but I have to say this"

I bite down on my lip as he continues,

"I've fallen a lot of times. Once, when I was around 6 I fell down a ditch, it was painful alright..."

At this I cut him off, "What are you talking about george?"

He smiles, "What I'm trying to say is I've fallen into a lot of things, ditches, pots, boats... but there's one thing I've never fallen into"

His hand tightens around mine as he speaks quietly, almost a whisper, "Love"

I try my best not to react, and swallow back the nerves building up inside of me, "George, please dont"

He pauses, "don't what?"

Tears well up in my eyes and I look away, "Please don't say you love me"

The silence which follows is almost painful, and I'm left listening to the sound of my own heart beating away frantically.

Then, after what seems like hours, George moves beside me, "I wasn't going to say that... I wasn't going to say anything.... I've messed this all up"

I sit up beside him, taking my hand out of his, "You haven't messed anything up George, I - "

"I'm feeling kinda tired, I'll go get some blankets and stuff and sleep down here- you can have my room" he avoids looking me in the eye and I brush away the tears which continue to fall down my cheeks,

"George it's not your fault -"

He looks at me quickly, "It's ok, it's fine. Friends?"

I stand up slowly, "Of course"

And with that I leave quickly, trying my hardest to forget all that just happened.

What was he going to say?!