New Hope Club Imagines | Book 1

Nervous - Reece

"Reece, will you hurry up? I'm not trying to spend my entire day in Starbucks." The familiar voice rang through your ears as you sipped on your coffee. You turned your head slightly to be met with someone that you hadn't seen in years. "George?" You questioned. His head shot up and you met each other's gaze. His jaw dropped as you stood and rushed over to where he was standing. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he stood there speechless. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again!" You squealed as you stepped back to get a look at your 'long lost' best friend. You had grown up with George, when he got famous you lost touch. You tried to keep up with his career but school and work got in your way. A few months ago you took a modeling job and got sent to England, and well now... here you were. Standing in a coffee shop with the boy who you would always refer to as your big brother.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned once he was finally able to form words. "I took a new modeling job. They sent me out here." You brushed your hair behind your ear as George took a step back, analyzing you from head to toe. "You're so old now." Your jaw dropped and you lost focus when you heard the guy next to George choke on his coffee. You looked up at him and caught a glimpse of the tint of pink that was creeping up on his face. Your eyes locked with his beautiful green ones and you were lost for a few seconds before George pulled you back into him. "I'm kidding, never too old besides I'm older than you." He winked before slipping his arm around your shoulder.

You elbowed him in his side before taking a peak at the time on your phone. "Shit, I hate to do this but I have a photoshoot I need to be at in 5 minutes. Text me? We can catch up?" You shoved your phone back into your pocket as you made your way over to the table your stuff was on. "The same number, as always G." You slipped your bag over your shoulder and shot a wink at George before turning to his friend who was next to him. His cheeks were still rosy and his eyes were glued to you still. You pushed your hair over your shoulder and smiled as your eyes scanned his body. He looked about the same age as George maybe one year older. You could tell but there was something about him that made you drawn to him like a magnet. Probably the way he looked at you. The way his green eyes pierced through you as they scanned every inch of your body. Or the way he nervously smiled and tried to hide the way his hands were slightly shaking as he held his coffee. You couldn't put your finger on it but you knew you'd be asking George about him later.

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It's been two weeks since you ran into George and 5 minutes since the last text he sent you. You both have been busy but you made sure to catch each other up on your lives through strings of text messages and hour-long phone calls. You haven't had the courage to bring up his friend yet. But, tonight was the night. The night you decided to fish around for some information.

It's 7 o'clock, the normal time George called you when he's able. Right on time, your phone rang. The conversation started as it normally did. How was your day? What did you do? What are you doing now? The usual questions were asked but this time you decided to switch it up.

"G, who was that guy you were with at Starbucks?" There was silence on the other end and you were pretty sure a grin was plastered on George's face. "You like him... don't you." There it was. You heard the smile and you instantly felt your face get hot and you thanked the lord that George couldn't see you right now. "You're in luck, he's been askin' about you too." Your stomach flipped upside down when you heard George say those words. "We are having some people over tomorrow, Reece will be there. Along with my other band member, Blake. Come by." Before you had a chance to say a word, the line was dead. You stared at the ceiling and smiled as you thought about the rosy-cheeked boy from the coffee shop.

Reece.

He was asking about you too, that concept floated around your head as you stepped onto the elevator that led to George's apartment. Your mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: Reece. You made your way to George's apartment and took in a deep breath as you approached the door. You heard the low thump of music being played inside and you prayed that there weren't too many people there tonight. You shook off your nerves and knocked on the apartment door. You waited a few minutes before you heard the shuffle of feet behind it. You braced yourself to see George but when the door swung open you were surprised to see a flustered Reece standing on the other side.