Let Me Be Your Beethoven (George Shelley/Union J Fanfic)

Chapter Five

Clary's P.O.V

Am I a bad person?

Don't get me wrong, I love Justin. We've been going out for an amazing two years, and I am happy. He's everything a girl could ask for - caring, considerate and, okay I'll admit it, super hot. He treats me like a princess and I feel good about myself when I'm with him.

But then there's George... George, the boy I've known for my entire life. The boy who sat next to me in class when nobody else wanted to. The boy who jumped in front of me so the football wouldn't hit me, thus breaking his arm. The boy who makes me feel so damn special and wanted.

I-I think I'm in love with him.

I can't show it though; the likelyhood that he likes me that way are about, what, one in a million. Trillion? Zillion? Impossible? He's famous and one of the most handsome boys walking right now.

But George Shelley is more than that: he is one of the most sincere and greatest person I have ever met. The most laughable, huggable, loveable person ever. He's like a piece of me. When we lost contact for those two years, it broke me because I though he didn't care. And now look at us, currently camping out in his living room like we used to, huddled under blankets and pillows. I felt him breathing next to me, and it didn't relax me. It made me crazy because I love that sound so much.

I love George Shelley.

I looked over at, and I mean really looked at him. He was still the overweight, shy boy inside - just like I am - but he has gone through puberty splendidly. His cheekbones stood out (something I never noticed before) like two slabs of gold. His eyes, hidden behind his lids, were the familiar chocolate brown. His lip were plump and like two curves carved by angels.

There was no way that George Shelley was made for me. He was far, far too good.

"I can feel you looking at me," George muttured, his voice thick with sleep and his hair resembling a porcupine.

"Soz abar tha laaa," I joked, mentally cringing on the put on accent. How anyone can think that sounded nice was beyond me.

"Brrr, since when did you become a scouse bird?" George said, opening one eye. He tried to put the accent on aswell, but it didn't work on his gentle voice.

"What are we doing today?" I asked and reached over to get my iPhone. Three missed calls off Justin. And voicemail.

"I don't know yet. How about we go and grab a coffee?" He said and I grinned at him. We both shared the same addiction to coffee.

"Costa is it," I said firmly, knowing he was about to protest.

"Starbuck's is closer."

"No it isn't - there's a Costa just on the other side of the road." I laughed, pointing out of the window.

"But Starbucks" George whined and stretched his long arms out in front of him. I groaned.

"Fine we can go to Starbuck's. But then later we go Costa."

"Yippee!" He squeuled and leapt up. "Come on, let's get dressed!"

I looked down at myself - I had borrowed a pair of pjyamas from George.

"Forgot I wasn't dressed then," I muttered and pulled yesterday's clothes near me. Don't worry, I bought a fresh pair of knickers and socks.

Ten minutes later, we were breezily walking into Starbucks like we owned the place. I breathed in the heavenly smell.

"What do you want?" He asked and took out his wallet.

"Tell you what, I'll order and you go and find us some nice seats." I said and plucked the wallet from his hands. He smiled, kissed me on the cheek and went off.

My cheek felt like it was on  fire.

"Hello, what can I get you?" A voice said, but I was still staring into space with my hand on my cheek.

"Miss?" The voice said loudly, and I snapped out of it to see a boy waiting impatiently for my order.

"Sorry about that, I was just going over some things" I said and laughed, hoping he would take it as a joke. He looked me up and down, then laughed. Weird.  "I'd like a caramel latte with no whipped cream and a vanilla cappucino." I said. The latte was for me, the cappucino for George. I knew his favourite like my own. "Oh, and I wanted it in those cool cardboard cups. They're cool." I added when he got out a china cup. He smirked and reached for the to-go cups.

I handed over the money and set off to find George. He was in the very back of the cafe and was reading a newspaper. Awh, bless.

"Here you go," I said and set his down in a flourish.

"Vanilla cappucino?" He checked.

"What else?" Yeesh, it was like he was checking my sanity. He beamed and took a long sip from it.

"Coffee is the stuff of God's." He commented while I took a sip.

"No, it's the stuff of legends. Legends sounds more cool." I protested and breathed in again.

"God."

"Legends"

"Oh please, God is like the coolest thing ever."

"What about Fifa, ey? You saying God is cooler than Fifa? Or Spiderman? Spiderman can make web come out of his hands." I pointed out.

"Okay, point taken. Spiderman and Fifa is definitely cooler. But we're talking about God and Legends, not-"

"George Shelley?" A high, annoying voice exclaimed and we both looked up. Standing there was a beatiful woman with blonde hair piled high on the crown of her head.

"Eliza?" George said, surprised. His eyes flitted to me, as did Eliza's.

"New girlfriend, George?"  She simpered at me.

"No. This is Clary Davies, my best friend."

Ouch, friend zoned.

"How nice." Eliza said sweetly, suggesting she did not find it nice. Not at all.

They chattered for a bit, but then we were saved by the arrival of Josh and Sky.

"Hey George! Hey Clary!" The said together, making me laugh. It felt nice to be included. "Eliza," Josh acknowledged with a bob of his head.

"Ah, I think it's time for me to leave. I'm having a shoot with Vogue. Toodles!" Eliza said, and with a waggle of her fingers, she disappeared like vaporised smoke.

"Urgh, I hate her." George murmured into his coffee. I made room for Josh and Sky and they joined us.

"Who is that?"

"My ex-girlfriend, Eliza Dearlor."

"Schmancy name." I muttered and recieved a laugh.

"She doesn't hold a candle towards you," he said and then realised what he had said. My cheeks grew warm, as did his.

Did George like me?

... I really, really hope he did.

Not many chapter's will be in Clary's P.O.V, so I thought it'd be nice if this one was! Happy Mother's Day!