George Michael Imagines

My Stalker

You had a long day at work as a waiter at Denny's Restaurant. Writing orders, walking back and forth across the restaurant and serving food from 9 to 8pm.

You took in some extra hours to get extra cash to pay your rent for the condo you live in and for some food in the fridge.

Once your shift was over you clock out put on your jacket and headed out the back door. It was dark and barely enough street lights

You started to walk your way down the sidewalk and look down to check the time on the phone which was 8:34 PM.

While walking only one more mile from your condo, you had this feeling you were being followed. You look back to see if someone was there but nobody in sight.

You kept walking until you felt a person's presents once again and you turned around and no one wasn't around.

You started to get creeped out and started to pick up the pace speed walking down the street and breathing rapidly of exhaustion and fear.

As you finally made it to the condo building you were in relief that you made it home. You grab your keys from your pocket and opening your door.

You rush inside locking your door tightly and let's out another breath of relief once more. You felt safe and secure when you were in your home.

You took off your Nike hoodie and set it on the rack made your way to the sofa and had a seat turning on your television with your remote.

Few hours later you hear a knock on the door you let out an annoying sigh not wanting to get up and see who it was.

But you get up anyway and walks up to the door looked into the peephole. You couldn't tell who it was because of the lack of light but it looked like a guy.

You slowly unlock the door then peep through the small crack. It was a man and he was best looking man in the whole universe to you.

A beautiful white man with green eyes, a stubble beard, dark brown hair with blond highlights, dressed in all black button shirt and dressed pants.

Your eyes scanned every feature admiring every feature of this handsome stranger until you finally let out a sentence.

"Um hi, can I help you with something?" You asked in a calm voice as you continue to look into his eyes.

"Yes, My car had broke down a couple of blocks and uh..I was wondering can I use your telephone."

His British accent sent chills down your spine, falling in love at first sight. He looks at you with an innocent look like how can you not say no to this handsome stranger.

You nod your head and stepped aside letting him walk in the condo and you closes the door looking at him up and down slightly biting your bottom lip.

"Gosh, where have you been all my life?" You thought to yourself smirking seductively. "Um the phone is right over there, sir." You said pointing to the phone.

He gives you a warm smile that melts your heart and picks up the telephone "Thank you I appreciate it." He dials a phone number and called the tow company.