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Night out.

Ironically the only big table enough for all of you was right next to Ryan and his pig.
Loudly you all made your way over, waving at fans who looked up excitedly. You stopped at one table with a girl in a wheelchair, she was wearing your merch jumper and a cap from Memeulous.
"Hey! What's your name?" You asked, smiling at her.
"Meridith." She mumbled. She shook her merch in your face, and the proceeded to point at Ryan. "Watch out!"
You high fived her and walked toward your friends.

Ryan turned to look at you as you swayed past. You sat in the seat next to George, who wrapped his arm around your chair protectively, and sparked a conversation with Josh who sat across from him. They were talking about a new video idea when you butted in.
"What about Club Penguin?"
"(Y/N), love that shut down, like a year ago!" George protested.
"Nah, someone re-uploaded it, it's probably better, called Disney Club Penguin. It's all 3D and shit." You said, picking up the menu, laughing at George's face. "Can I be in the video?"
"Yes!" George and Josh shouted at the same time, making your table and most around turn and stare. You blushed as George pulled you closer to him. You knew he was just being your friend, and you guys had been like this since you were younger.

After your food had been demolished, and you had all split the bill, you all stumbled down the street and ended up in a club. The club, Ryan was in. Course.

"(Y/N), I have an idea." A drunk George said. His arm had stayed secure around your shoulders or around around your waist the whole night.
"Yeah!" You shouted, just as drunk, over the loud music.
"Why don't I be your 'boyfriend' for the night, to stop the boys coming up to you. And to stop Ryan staring."
"Okay!" You shouted, and brought him into a very drunk, sloppy kiss that made both your hearts jump. George immediately kissed back, and even if it was just an 'act' neither could deny that you loved it.
"Your a- a good kisser!" You slurred at George, walking toward the booth you stayed in.
"Not as good as you!" He whispered, kissing you on the head. "Let's get outta here!"

An hour later you and George sat on the sofa, slowly sobering up, playing a game of Mario cart. Alex would most likely crash at Will's before going back to his girlfriends. You had the flat to yourselves. You were now fully sober, and George was now sober enough to remember this in the morning so you shot your shot.
"George?" You said, leaning back on the sofa and dropping your controller on the table.
"Yeah?" He mumbled, going to grab a paracetamol.
"There's this boy. He's really funny and one of my closest friends, but I don't know how to say I like him. What do you think I should do?"
George's face dropped. But walked back over to you and lumped himself down on the sofa beside you.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"I can't tell you." You mumbled back.
"Well, I think you should just tell him, the worst that could happen is that he doesn't like you."
"Okay, thank you." You stood up to go to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of Smirnoff, you poured six shots. Taking four, your throat burning, you passed two to George. He knocked them back easily, making you like him even more.

"George?" You whispered.
"Yeah?" He looked up at you, his eyebrows raised, a smile on his face. Instead of answering you out your hand on the side of his face and smashed your lips against his. You pulled away before he could respond.
"What about the boy?" He asked, sadness in his eyes.
"You are the boy, George." And with that you smashed your lips back onto his. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he responded immediately this time, pulling you up onto his lap, his hands running from your waist up to your hair, not going near your ass, in case you didn't like it. But instead of waiting, you grabbed George's hands, and pulled the down to your ass. He smiled into the kiss, squeezing your behind. You moved your hands to the bottom of his chest, pulling on the bottom of his shirt, he disconnected his lips from yours for long enough just to pull his top of.
Even though you had seen his abs before, they still shocked you, for a small guy, George had a massive six pack, and that made you very happy.

But that was as far as you went, at twenty you had both lost your virginity's but didn't feel the need to have sex right after confessing your feelings for each other, so instead you climbed into George's bed together, you slept in a large top George had left over from his merch drop, and your underwear.
And like the night before, you fell asleep on his chest, this time meaning so much more.