nothing goes to waste

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9:40 am
You still couldn't get over what happened. You were for certain you loved George. Right?

You bounced your leg up and down, tapping a mechanical pencil that was on your desk. Your laptop was playing his music.

Why you gotta act so nice?
This ain't televised,
This ain't televised,
This ain't televised.
Movin at the speed of light
And I'm terrified.
Yeah I'm terrified.
So please for the love of god, don't drench me.

You closed your and exhaled out your mouth. His song calmed you, but also made you wonder.

Is this song about me? What was his inspiration for this?

You didn't know what to think anymore. Your flight to Australia was in less than a few hours, and Max and Ian didn't even know what had happened yet.

But that was the least of your worries.

What on earth were you going to say to Brian?

He confessed his feelings to you, and you didn't return them. You lead him on unknowingly, and despite how George made you feel, you loved him.

Luckily what happened last night was kept a secret between the two of you. You didn't tell anyone, and neither did he. You had too many worries on your mind if someone did find out.

If a fan did, they'd all go crazy and you'd get hate from so many people. If Tanner found out, he'd probably tell Brian and the rest of the guys. If Max or Ian found out..you don't even know how  they'd react.

But in the end, you'd probably end up alone, with George or Brian. There was no in between.

"Ughhhh..." You groaned, sinking down in your chair.

You held your head in your hands, and a sudden knock on your front door made you look up.

Dice was barking as you made your way to the door. Your hair was messy and all you were wearing was a pair of sweat pants and a tank top.

You opened the door and George stepped in, holding a plastic bag and a styrofoam cup with lid and straw. Once he saw you he immediately smiled, kissing your lips softly as he maneuvered his way into your apartment.

"Hey, (name). What are you up to?" He asked, setting the bag and cup down on your small dining table.

You closed the door and walked over, pulling out a chair and sitting down. He opened the bag and set down a styrofoam to go box in front of you.

"Nothing, really. Just thinking and working." You replied, looking at the box questioningly.

You looked up at him, seeing a cute smile on his face. "Its yours," he said.

Eyes widening a bit, you slowly opened the little tab of the box. Inside was french toast cut in two triangles, pancakes topped with strawberries and whipped cream.

There was also a small cup of butter in one of the sections, and jam packets in the other.

"I brought you juice too." He said to you and slid the cup over to you.

You smiled in disbelief, happy that he didn't even text you at all but surprised you and got you breakfast. He had his own to go box and in it was his unfinished plate.

You cut a triangular piece of the pancake stack and stabbed it with the fork that was next to the pancakes, putting it in your mouth. You smiled as you recognised the taste.