IMAGINES •-• New Hope Club

George ~ Sick

Sorry for all the a/n's but I have a few things to say

1: thank you thank you thank you for 9k reads, it's insane and I am so thankful for everyone who reads, votes, comments requests and messages me. You make my day! <3

2: THANK YOU so so much for all the love and support after I came out. To everyone who commented and messaged me; can I just say wow! You guys are so welcoming, accepting and loving and I LOVE YOU ALL for making me feel loved and special!! You make me so happy :) some of the messages I got literally left me speechless, this fandom is incredible and I definitely feel like I belong now, I can be me and not be ashamed <3

3: I am going away on holidays next week, and I won't be back until the 28th of June, so there PROBABLY, won't be any updates till then, but we'll see, I might get a cheeky one in ;)

4: I started a new Vamps fanfic. It's on this account and it is called Honey Whiskey. It would mean so much to me if you could check it out and maybe vote/comment. Thank you <3

5: if you have REQUESTED  an imagine and already given me the details but I HAVENT written it yet, can you please message me and send on the details again, it sometimes get lost in all the comments and messages and my jumbled up brain if I don't make a note of it and I forget, so sometimes I need a reminder xx

And finally 6: this was requested by stepherz90 after the Blake one so I guess it's like a mini series by now XD
Reece version anyone?

Sorry, you can enjoy the imagine now xx <3

Written- 13/06/18

"Y/n?", the voice of my boyfriend sounded fragile as I picked up the phone.
"Morning babe", I replied, oblivious to how the way his voice sounded.
"Can you come over?", he asked. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I knew he needed me and that was all it took for me to get out of bed and dress, before driving straight to his house.

The door was unlocked when I arrived, so I entered without knocking.

"George", I called. The house seemed empty, eerily quiet. I checked his bedroom, where I assumed he'd be at 9am, but it was empty, the duvet was missing from his bed.

I frowned, what the hell was going on?

"George?", I called again. Why would he ask me to come over? Why would he have the door unlocked if he wasn't here?

I raced down the stairs, panicking slightly, despite my best efforts to stay calm.

I put my head around the living room door, no sign of George anywhere.
I jogged to the kitchen, fully sure that was where I'd find him, but he wasn't there either.

My mind raced, overactive imagination, people said.
What if he's had an accident? What if he's been taken by someone? Kidnapped?
What if the police took him away?

"Shut up!", I said out loud, silencing all the dark, horrible thoughts that were bouncing around my head.

I quickly went back upstairs, checking his room again.
He still wasn't there. I sighed in despair.

I realised with a jolt that I hadn't checked for him in the bathroom.

I pushed the door open, holding my breath slightly as this was my last chance of finding him in his house.