She moves in her own way (A Georgie and Elvis FanFiction)

So At My Show On Monday...

Monday 5th March || Arndale

The browned-haired medic walked out of topshop, to see one of those charity pop up tents. Help for heroes, it said. As she walked over to it, digging her purse out of her bag... she saw him.
Him.
With his slightly too long hair and gorgeous eyes, crouched down, talking to a child. Here was her chance, to leave before he saw her. But he stood up.
His eyes locked with Georgie's and he, he clearly hadn't got over her,  came over. Georgie pretended she hadn't seen him... running off. But he was fast. Special forces so it came with the job.

Georgie's POV

No no no....
He can't be here, I can't see him, can I get away? Too late. I felt a firm grip on my forearm spin my around.
"Well... if it isn't Corporal Lane"
"Elvis.... what do you want?"
"It's been a year"
A year, 3 months and 21 days. Not that I was counting or anything.
"Elvis... I'm over it."
Yes. Maybe. Okay.... not really.
"Are to off to Syria on Saturday?"
"Um... yeah."
His eyes glinted,
"Me too."
Oh great. Oh fucking great.
That's all I need. The guy who jilted me at th altar on tour with me... again. More pointless attempts at seduction from him. More cold shoulders from me.

This is gonna be one hell of a tour...

A/N
This is kind of an intro to the story, that's why it's so short. X