Thank you so much to mrsdracofelton for all the ideas, inspiration and motivation. This is for you <3
Written 27/03/18
George POV
It was 10:30. We were late to the party, as usual. It was Blakes sister Abbie's birthday and there was a massive party being thrown for her in a club.
As we found our way into the club and through the mass of sweaty, dancing bodies, we found Abbie and rushed to say happy birthday to her.
We gave her our gifts and she thanked each of us before a group of girls came up and pulled her onto the dance floor.
My eyes trained after one in particular, with a stunning figure and a black bodycon dress and a dazzling smile.
"Wow!", I mumbled.
"Blake?", I elbowed him into the ribs.
"Ow", he shouted.
"Sorry? Who's that?", I asked, my eyes trained on her and all my focus undivided.
"Y/n", he shrugged, "just one of Abbie's friends"
Reece snorted, "mate look at her. Don't even think for a second you have a chance with her"
Blake laughed at this and I took my eyes off her and back to the boys
"I could sleep with her if I wanted", I assure them confidently.
"Really?", they both said.
"Of course!"
"If you're so confident, bet on it", Blake suggested.
"Fine. If I don't sleep with her within 5 months, I'll give you both a fiver", I agree but Reece shakes his head.
"3 months and make that a tenner each, lover boy"
I roll my eyes but we shake on it.
It's not until near 1am that I work up the courage to go up to her.
"Hey I'm George", I introduce myself.
"Y/n", she tells me, smiling brightly.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure", she agrees.
"The same?", I ask nodding to her glass and she nods.
I make my way through all the intoxicated bodies towards the bar and order two vodka and cokes.
As the bartender makes the drinks I reassure myself that of course I have a chance with her, I'm George Smith, I can have any girl I want.
I grab the drinks from the counter and make my way through the crowd, careful not to spill anything, but when I return to where she was sitting she's gone.
I groan, and feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn, expecting Reece or Blake laughing at how I've been stood up but instead I find y/n.
I hand her a drink and we start talking, my anxiety fading with time.
She turns out to be one of the most interesting people I've ever met. She plays soccer, is studying history in college, loves the Beatles and has known Blake since he was four.
She also happens to know who I am, having seen our covers, thanks to Abbie.
She compliments me on my voice and says she must come to see us live. I quickly offer her tickets to the next show we are playing, with the vamps in three weeks.
"Id love to go", she smiles
"You can hang out with us backstage if you like?", I offer.
"Sure", she smiles.
Her phone buzzes and she picks it up, her manicured nails curling around it carefully.
She frowns "I'm sorry, tonight has been so much fun but id better get going"
"It's fine", I smile "I've really enjoyed talking to you"
"Me too. Would you like my number to arrange the concert stuff?"
She inputs her number into my phone under "y/n 🌼💓"
And hands it back to me, I promise I'll text her and she leaves.
