{y/a=your age, y/ht=your hometown}
GEORGE'S P.O.V
I was sat on Reece's sofa, swiping through Tinder. I know that people don't think I need Tinder, but it's so difficult to connect with people when you're so busy touring all the time.
I swiped through the selection of girls, Blake and Reece singing in the kitchen as my background noise. Left, right, right, left. Then I stopped for a second at the sight of one of the accounts. "Y/n, y/a. y/ht. Bio: single and lookin for love!" No, it can't be?! Y/n?! She'd never cheat on Reece, ever!
Just in case, I won't tell him Y/n is one of my best friends, I can't ruin whatever fun she wants to have, even if Reece is also my best fr-
"George! Who's... is that y/n?" Shit. He's seen.
"Um, yeah. I'm sorry Reece, I didn't think she'd ever do this to you," I said, guilt filling me at the thought of my intentions.
"Are you sure it's real? I doubt she'd do that," he sais, the worry evident in his tone.
"Well, there's no way of telling, but judging by how accurate this is.... I think it might be her."
"Guys!! Does anyone want a dr- is that y/n on Tinder, what the fuck?" Blake exclaimed.
"Keep up B! I'm going over there. I need to talk to her, now." Reece's voice had raised, and he bgan pulling on his shoes.
REECE'S P.O.V
I ran to y/n's house and let myself in with my spare key, shouting through th house to announce my presence. There were no cars in the drive; she's home alone.
"Reecey!! What're you doing here, I swear you were meant to be with the boys?" She looked so innocent. Too innocent.
"We need to talk. George found something," I spoke, moving towards her.
"What? What's happened? Is everything okay?"
"Oh, don't pretend you don't know. Am I not enough or something? Did you just want a fuck buddy?" My voice raises again and my temper boiled, I didn't want it to happen like this, I just can't keep control.
"Reece, what are you talking about? I've done nothing!" She cried out, I could see I was hurting her, and that hurt me, but I couldn't stop. I needed to know the truth.
"That fucking Tinder account! Don't act so innocent y/l/n! George found your account on Tinder, the bio made me sick. Single and lookin for love?! Are you fucking serious?" I'd lost it, my arms were flailing and she had moved to the opposite end of the room.
"Please, Reece, don't do this. That account isn't me, I swear!! It must be fake. Of course you're good for me, you're more than enough," she pleaded, "Reece I swear. Please believe me."
I looked at her, deeply, for any signs of dishonesty. Her eyes were teary and her mouth was stretched into a frown. This was me. This was my fault.
But I can't believe her until she proves it. I'm taking no chances.
"I'll call George over and ask him for the account, okay? I'm sorry for losing my temper. I thought you'd found somebody, or that I wasn't living up to your expectations."
"How can you even say that? You're perfect, in every way. I love you more than anything, it's be my loss even if there was someone else, because you're a part of me, Reece. I'd never do that," she was word-vomiting.
"I know. I'm sorry baby," I opened my arms out to hold her, I needed a hug. She wandered into my arms, a single tear rolling down her cheek. It broke me, that I'd done that. That I'd made that happen.
"Please don't cry, baby. I'm so sorry."
"I know, I just hate fighting with you," she mumbled, as more tears wet my hoodie.
We pulled away and I reached into my back pocket for my phone. I pulled up my texts and texted George, y/n still snuggling into my shoulder.
Come to y/n's, bring b if you want. Pretty urgent so come ASAP x
From: lamppost boi
Omw, I'm guessing you need the tinder acc to identify if it's hers. Me and b are willing to play detective x
From: rice 🍚
Cheers, bro x
"George and Blake are on their way, we can sort this out," I said, now my original volume. She nodded feebly and chewed on her nails, not once looking me in the eyes.
She headed up the stairs and reappeared with a jumper I'd once left here; it's still smelt like me. She wouldn't give it back until it lost it's scent.
Five minutes later and they were here. We were sat on opposite sofas, which was unusual for us . We were usually cuddled together so tightly we almost couldn't breathe.
"Right, here's the account," George said, opening the app. Y/n scanned over the pictures. "They're all photos from like 2 years ago. Message the account, and I'll put my phone in the kitchen. It says there online so they should reply straight away. Once they do, you'll know it's not me, because my phone isn't even in the room."
George followed her instructions and Blake took her phone out of the room. She sat next to George and tucked her hair behind her ear, waiting to prove me wrong.
Sure enough, the account began typing in response to George.
Oh, hey Georgie. Do me a favour and hide this from Reece, I need a little fun. Wanna come over later?x
That was what "y/n" had put. "Pffft. They don't even try to sound like me. Let me respond, George. I know exactly what to say."
She opened the camera and made sure we were all in the frame. She pressed the button, her middle finger extended and her lips in my cheek.
She sent it off to whoever it was, before smiling at me triumphantly.
"What'd I tell you?" She said, a smile creeping through her muscles.
"I'm sorry, y/n. I love you." I attached my lips to hers and cupped her face. She pulled away, smiling.
"More importantly, George swiped right for me!!" She exclaimed. His face went red, and Blake giggled along.
"Hey! It was me looking out for Reece,"
"Oh, sure it was, Smith. You fancy me," she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Well, too bad. She's all mine."
I kissed her again, our grins making it sweet and happy.
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