Written- 16-03-18
"OH MY MY MY! I DIE EVERY NIGHT WITH YOU", I was in football shorts and one of George's t shirts that fell to my knees.
He was by the stereo, turning the volume up.
We jumped on the couch and danced for hours, eventually collapsing in exhaustion.
"Has it really been three hours?", he asked, breathless.
"I guess it has", I laughed and glanced at my phone, "that's what Troye Sivan does to you"
"I don't really enjoy his music", George muses and I snort
"Then why did you just dance to him on repeat for three hours?", I challenge him with narrowed eyes.
He laughs but doesn't answer for a moment.
After a heartbeat he says "because I can see how happy he makes you", and my heart melts.
I let out a little aww and stand up to wrap my arms around his waist.
He strokes my hair
"I just love it when you smile", he whispers in my ear.
I crawl and sit beside him and he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I fall to his chest. I listen to his steady heartbeat, making me strong.
"I love you George", I say, almost inaudibly, my voice muffled by his chest. His heartbeat picks up.
"I love you too", he tells me and I can tell he means it.
"And I have a present for you", he tells me. I sit up, he looks at me, his eyes glinting mischievously and a grin spreads across his face.
"Really?", I ask suspiciously, hoping he won't trick me.
"Yeah", he laughs, "wait here and close your eyes", he tells me as he jumps up from the couch, leaving me alone.
He's gone for about two minutes and the tension just keeps mounting. Why would he give me a present now? It's not Christmas or my birthday or our anniversary?
I hear footsteps and him giggling as he comes back into the room. "No peeking!", he shouts even though I wasn't looking.
"I'm not", I insist.
He comes back to the couch and I feel it sink as he sits beside me.
"Can I look yet?", I beg desperately and hoping that he has bought me a puppy.
"Fine", he says. My eyes spring open. He's holding what looks like a shoe box, wrapped in blue stripy paper.
He hands it to me and watches in excitement as I begin to tear at the paper.
When I free the box from the paper, I find it is, in fact, a Nike shoebox. My first thought is that he's gotten me the trainers I've wanted for ages.
My brow wrinkles in confusion as I open the box to find another box, snuggly inside, wrapped in the same blue paper. I pull it free.
I look at George and he urges me to open it too.
My fingers clutch at the paper and soon it is scattered along the couch. I open that box to find another, only about 2cm x 2cm smaller than the last.
George laughs at the look of desperation and frustration on my face as I begin to tackle the next box.
When I get to the fifth I start to complain, asking George when it'll be the end and if there is even anything at the end or if this was all a joke.
"Well if you don't want the present that's fine, but I think you'll like it, plus this is funny", he responds.
I sigh and begin digging for the next box.
When I open the sixth box, I find an envelope, slim and silver, written on it is "Princess" which is George's nickname for me.
I raise my eyebrows at him and a boyish grin takes over his features.
"George if there is a second envelope, I swear", I threaten him but he shakes his head.
"This is it. You'll love it, trust me"
There's never been a day in my life I didn't trust that boy.
My fingers slide underneath the flap of the envelope and I pull it up. I reach inside and pull out two slips of paper.
As I read what's written on them, I almost pass out.
I jump up and start screaming "oh my god" over and over again.
George stands too, laughing at my reaction and I throw my arms around his neck.
"THANK YOU", I scream, practically in shock.
"What the hell? Am i gonna actually gonna see Troye Sivan live?", I ask him, still in shock
"That's what it says. Doesn't it? Cause if not I need a refund", he jokes.
"Oh my god", I whisper to myself.
"You're the best thank you so much I love you", I say all at once.
"No problem Princess. I just wished I'd filmed that reaction"
Basically how my parents gave me Vamps concert tickets this Christmas (my first concert!!!!) minus George sadly :(
Was this terrible??
