Thank You George.

more likely to tell me the truth than anyone else.

Chapter Eight: 'more likely to tell me the truth than anyone else.'

*brrinngg briingg*

"Hello?"
"Hi Will, it's y/n."
"Oh, hi. How'd you get my number then, George give it to ya?"
"No, I got it from Josh. Listen I think we should talk."
"What catch-up? I'm free right now."
"No. As in, I think we should talk about the stuff you said yesterday. About George."

There was a brief silence.

"What's there to talk about? I didn't say much."
"Don't lie Will. I remember what you said to him. All of it."
"... I stand by what I said. I'm not going to explain myself to you. You have no idea what he's like."
"That's why I called. I want to know what you meant by that."
"He hasn't told you? Aren't you guys having sex, like?"

"No Will. We aren't."
"Ahh, right. I swear you two are together though."
"No, we're not. I've only known him for a week."
"Wouldn't stop him."
"See that's what I mean. What do you mean by that?"

"Can we talk about this face to face? Whether you choose to admit it or not, I can see you have a thing for him. I don't think you'd like to hear it over the phone."
"I don't really know this area. I'm basically at the station already."
"Stay there. I'll pick you up and we can go to coffee or something."
"Yeah, alright. See you soon Will."

|TIME SKIP:|

I sat opposite Will in this very crowded Starbucks. He didn't look as hungover as I did, but still not great.

"So, what's with you and George? I thought you guys were friends."
"We were. He's just been.... weird recently."
"How?"

Will took a deep breath.
"Well, to put it simply he's being a fuck boy. He meets all these girls, fucks them and never speaks to them again. Good girls, some of them have been friends of ours.
He doesn't care about any of them; not their feelings or the effect it has on our friendship. He just doesn't seem to give a fuck anymore.
Recently, it's gotten worse and then you come back."
"y/n," he says gripping your hand " I can't let you become one of those girls. You mean to much to me. I know we haven't spoken in years but I feel like I have to protect you. I don't want him to hurt you."

"Have you considered that maybe that's not the case? Maybe it's just not as simple as he doesn't care?"
"How can I know? He doesn't even speak to us that much anymore."
"But I've seen your videos together, he speaks to you then."
"Yeah, but after that, he goes into his room and ignores us."

I look down at my coffee. I didn't want to believe all this stuff Will was saying, but what reason would he have to lie? If anything, he's more likely to tell me the truth than anyone else.

"I know you don't want to believe it, because I can tell you like him."
"How would you know?"
"It's the way you look at him; you used to do the same thing with the Jack kid you liked when we were younger."
"That was years ago Will."
"But you're the same you. The same y/n I loved. That's why I can't let you turn out like those other girls George has been with."

I looked up at him and flashed a smile, our hands still intertwined. What reason would Will have to lie?
George has told me about this, briefly. But what if that was all an excuse to get you into bed.

"Does he try that voice thing with every girl?"
"What?"
"He said something about the voice in his head, making him act a certain way, a way he didn't want to act."
"Ahh, that. He used that with one girl before. I heard him briefly mention something about 'it goes away when I'm with you'. That clearly didn't last long."

I looked down again.
He had lied to me, he was just the person he said he wasn't. Just so he can fuck me.

"Sorry y/n. You don't deserve it."
"Nah, it's fine. Always seem to pick the wrong kind of boy, heh."
"Hey, you liked me at one point."
"Exactly my point." I looked up and pushed out a laugh.

Will's face has turned slightly red, as had mine.
"So, how have you been?"

Me and Will started catching up. It was nice to know has Will had gotten on after I left. He was very much so the same boy I had loved all those years ago.
But I still had George on the back of my mind.

Why had he lied to me?
Did I do something wrong?
Why do I always pick the shitty ones?
Why did I care so much?

Fuck him. Who cares?