Greece One Shots

Change My Mind

A/N: PART TWO!! btw, you would've had this yesterday if @greeceftrichardson had reminded me :)

Enjoy!!!

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(George's POV)

"Then why don't you act like it?"

The question caught me off guard, but not as much as Reece liking it. Does he agree with the tweet? Does he ship us?

"Reece, can we talk?" I blurted before I'd completely thought it through. There was no backing out now.

He had his head back in his book by now, his phone locked and sitting beside him. But he lifted his head and closed the pages while I stared straight at him.

"I'm gonna go ask Ben for a good excuse to leave. I'll be back later." Blake said awkwardly before rushing out the door.

Under different circumstances, I probably would've found his words funny. Now, they went in one ear and out the other, caught in a slight daze until the door slammed shut behind him. Then Reece rose to his feet, probably feeling the same tension I was.

"Why did you like that tweet?" I asked simply.

He shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something in his eyes that showed he wasn't completely relaxed. "Because it's true."

"What do you mean it's true?" I raised my voice, only slightly, but he noticed. "We're just friends, you know that."

"Yes," he started slowly, taking a step closer and watching me with a frown but also curiosity. "But we don't act like it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

My head was racing, nothing was making sense. Nothing has ever happened between us and he knows that better than any fan so I don't understand why he's agreeing with them.

"You're full of questions today," he sighed. I expected him to continue speaking but he didn't. I raised my eyebrows and all he did was sigh again, finally continuing when I didn't budge. "What do you want me to say? It's pretty obvious that friends don't act the way we do. I'm not saying we're more than friends, but I can see where they're coming from."

"I can't." I shrugged, urging him to explain. But I wasn't sure why I said that. I do see where they're coming from, hell, I sometimes wonder too why we act the way we do.

"Friends don't cuddle on the couch the way we do, they don't look at each other like we do, they don't say the things we do, laugh, smile, touch... they don't hold each other's hands in the morning, not like we did today. The fans can see that we're closer than most friends."

"And?" I snapped. It wasn't because I'm mad at him, I'm not, but because what he said didn't sit right with me. It settled somewhere in my chest and made it hurt. "There are such things as platonic relationships. Friendships. Look at you and Blake, me and Blake, we're just friends. There's nothing wrong with that. Why can't we be just friends?"

His eyes had completely changed now, as had his whole expression. He looked a little calmer yet somehow more scared. Maybe he wasn't scared, maybe he was worried, concerned, confused.

"Calm down, G..." He took another step closer. "Why is this getting on your nerves so much? I never said we were anything more, and I know you don't care about the opinions of fans that much, so what is it? Why are you so mad?"

I let my guard drop as I took a deep and shaky breath,  a tear or two falling from my eyes, rolling down my cheek as more threatened to fall. Because I realised, it's not anger I'm feeling... it's fear.