It's cold December night, and what I had planed to do for the night is stay in and watch a movie with George. But this turned into us going to the club. Now, I have recently turned eighteen, so I can go to the club and what not, but I have never been. I'm also not to keen on the idea.
" George I don't wanna go." I say standing up, just finishing my makeup and hair.
" it'll be fun. You'll like it once you get there." He says. He's got a dark blue button shirt shirt on, just with the buttons not buttoned. Which looked pretty hot if I'm being honest.
" I can go dance and get wasted at a house party." I argue.
" clubs are way better than house parties. Trust me. You can't back out of it now." He says. I'm now standing in front of him, and starting to button up his shirt.
" whatever. I'm going to complain the whole time." I say sighing and leaving the top three buttons unbuttoned. " you look pretty hot in that shirt." I say smiling up at him and then walking to my closet.
" I don't even know what to wear." I say crossing my arms.
" just wear a dress. " he says from behind me.
" what kind of dress?" I ask turning around.
" I don't know dresses, babe. Here." He says and makes his way to my closet. " I'll pick something out for you, just sit there." He says pointing to my bed. I sit and watch him move hangers around.
" this. " he says pulling out a dress with a black top with transparent black lace over the top. This also being long sleeved with the lace detailing, it also had a deep red pencil type skirt.
" hm. Alright." I say taking the hanger from him. " forgot I had this." I say looking at it, and then George.
" what?" He asks.
" I'm about to change." I say raising an eyebrow.
" nothing I haven't seen before, doll. But alright." He says and grabs his jacket and throws it over his shoulder, exiting my room.
I get changed and look in the mirror. This was a pretty cute dress. It was tight in all the right places. It looked pretty good. I paired it with some heels and I walked out, finding everyone in my living room. Savanna and Ross and matty with Ziyah, and Adam.
" I still don't want to go." I say sighing. George comes from the kitchen and starts to say something, but then stops.
" too ba- holy shit. " he says.
" what?" I say laughing at him.
" you look so hot. Like you're fucking gorgeous." He says, everyone in the room silent.
" thanks." I say awkwardly laughing.
" right. We'll see if George can keep it in his pants tonight." Matty says with his arms crossed.
" well, we've got a car outside. Shall we?" Adam says.
" yeah, let's go." Savanna says.
We get to the club and Its so cold outside.
" G it's to cold for this." I say getting out of the car.
" it'll be warm inside. " he says placing his hand on the small of my back.
" ugh." I say and make my way to the club doors.
We get inside and as soon as I walk in, I do not like the environment. It's loud, and there's people everywhere. I'm not a fan so far.

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FanfictionGeorge is twenty one and in a band that's slowly getting more popular. Molly is seventeen, and doesn't seem to have much going for her until she meets George. What could these two have in common? What will happen? Read 2 find out