somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 18

I have been lying in Calum's lap for the past 10 minutes, trying to calm myself down. I couldn't hold the tears back, I burst out crying. I took him by surprise, I think, but I know he and Ashton saw it coming. I'm a drunk mess, I don't even want to think about what my mascara must look like.

"Are you okay?" Ashton asks me, plastering a smile on his face.

"I'm fine," I say with absolutely no emotion in my voice. Michael hasn't even come looking for me, I was just being an idiot and he knows that. I'm never like this, I guess I'm different when I'm drunk.

We fell into another silence, it wasn't really awkward but I wouldn't say it was comfortable. I feel bad keeping Calum and Ashton with me, I'm being selfish. They came here to have a good time and I'm ruining it for them.

"I'm sorry," I say, taking a deep breathe. "I know you guys came here to have a good time and I wrecked it. I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me tonight."

"It's okay. Really, George. There aren't any hot girls here anyway," Calum tries to reassure me but I can tell that he's lying.

"I'm going to the bathroom to fix my make-up," I say, standing up and walking in the direction of the bathroom, when I see something, someone, that stops me.

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Michael's POV

Georgia is being unbelievable. I was just trying to protect her, she is so fucking drunk and I let her get this way, I just didn't want some 50 year old pervert taking advantage of her. I just need to cool off, and so does she. She'll snap out if it, I'm sure she will. And then I will go back and find her.

But what if she doesn't? Fuck, I just left her alone on a packed dance floor while she is so drunk she can barely stand, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I stand up from the couch I was sitting on, walking back over to the dance floor. I stand on my toes, searching for Georgia. I can't see her anywhere.. Fuck! If anything has happened to her, I would never forgive myself. This is my fault, I got her too drunk and was too over protective. I need to find her.

I sprint to the bar, slamming my hands on the counter making everyone jump.

"Hey, you! Have you seen my girlfriend?" I ask the bartender. He nods, "She was here about 15 minutes ago, she got a water and she looked really upset."

"Fuck!" I shout, slamming my hands on the bar again.

"Sir, if you keep doing that, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You're distressing the customers," he says, glaring at me. I run my hand through my hair, storming away when someone stops me.

"Hey, babe. Wanna make out?" The girl asks, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I have a girlfriend," I state, trying to push her off me.

"That's alright, I don't mind. I can be your 'something on the side'," She smirks, crashing her lips into mine. I kiss back at first, but realise that her lips are not Georgia's and pull away.

My eyes go wide as I see Georgia staring at me from about 2 meters away, tears brimming at her eyes. I push the girl off me, and she catches onto the situation and scampers away.

"George," I say, waking over to her, grabbing her arm but she jerks it away.

"Don't," She whimpers, walking away from me.

I stand there in shock for a few seconds, before sprinting after her. She ran into the girls bathroom, and I just stare at the sign for a few seconds, before deciding to just go in. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks, only Georgia, and right now she probably thinks I was going to fuck that girl back there and it makes me feel sick. I push the door open, earning a few glares from the girls fixing their make-up in the mirror. I walk around the corner, following the sobs I could hear escaping from Georgia's mouth. I did this to her, and I feel awful.