Greece One Shots

Locked Away

A/N: i've been excited to publish (and write) this one for sooo long!
i actually really like this idea and i'm quite happy with how it turned out :)))

enjoy!!! (even though i'm 24 minutes late lmao)

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(George's POV)


Yes, I've had wild nights in the past. Yes, I've done stupid things that I regret the next day, whether I be drunk or sober. But never in the past have I done something so reckless that it put everything I have on the line.

It was just another normal night on tour, this time in Cologne, Germany. It was a successful show with the crowd screaming back our lyrics louder than ever before; they were absolutely amazing. We were all still buzzing as we ran off stage and it didn't stop. The high we get from performing, especially to crowds like this, never gets old. And by the time we got back to the hotel, the buzz was only getting stronger, it finally setting in that we actually just did that, and none of us wanted to sleep. The rooms only came in doubles so Blake was staying with Josh while Reece stayed with me. As we split into our designated rooms, Reece kept going on and on about how amazing it was.

He told me about the fans in the corner of the room who didn't stop dancing for even a second. He told me about the lovely girls in the front row, begging for his pick. He told me about the funny or sweet signs he saw being held up. And then he started telling me about the look in my eyes, pure panic, as I forgot the lyrics to a fan-favourite. He told me how he couldn't stop laughing at my stupid dancing. He told me that I was the highlight of the night, despite all the fans singing our songs at the top of their lungs.

And instinct took over when he lent in and laughed, my lips somehow forcing themselves onto Reece's. The worst part was that he didn't flinch, he didn't move away, he only kissed me back just as hard. I melted into it. And soon enough we were shirtless, alone in the hotel room, making out on the shared bed.

Everything about it felt so right at the time, I felt safe somehow. Neither of us could stop; we didn't want to stop. So we didn't.

Waking up late in the morning, naked and laying there with Reece, I felt so scared. I peeled my eyes open and tried convincing myself it was a dream. Surely we're not that stupid. But it wasn't a dream, and now it can't be erased.

He was already awake but I didn't bother trying to speak to him, the lump in my throat making it almost impossible. Instead, I violently kicked the covers from my legs and sat up, searching frantically for my clothes.

"George," he said, voice raspy from lack of use overnight. Well, the parts where we actually slept. I cut him off though.

"There's nothing to talk about."

I pulled my underwear on and stood up, my breath quickening. There is definitely something to talk about but that doesn't mean I want to.

"We both know that's not true, just-"

"Stop, please," I breathed out. My eyes started glossing over as my chest thumped wildly. One mistake could change everything, for both of us, but he didn't know the half of what was going on in my mind. "This never should've happened."

He sat up, though I only noticed from the corner of my eye, too afraid to look directly at him.

I tugged my pants on as he continued, seeming too relaxed to be true. "You need to calm down. I know it was stupid but it happened and we can't change that, we'll be fine."

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down!" I snapped. I couldn't stop myself; the fear was taking over, the panic, the anger. "This could ruin absolutely everything. I mean, what if Blake finds out and hates us for it, what if... Ben, Josh, management... they'd kill us. We'd probably lose our job and ruin the band-"