george ezra imagines - HIATUS

sneaky

you and george were walking through oxford circus, going in and out of shops. you were revamping your wardrobes and only slightly redecorating your home. george walked ahead of you, pushing the trolley. picking up a candle and sniffing it, you held it as you walked nearer to your boyfriend. you placed the candle in the basket and george looked at it, confused. 

"we bought about fifteen yankee candles the other day, do we really need more?"

"it's not for us."

"oh?"

"it's a present for my mum."

"her birthday was all the way back in august?"

you nervously laughed, playing with the sleeves of your jumper. 

"what?" 

george stopped walking and faced you, trying his absolute hardest to not smile. 

"it's for christmas."

"you're having a laugh?"

you could feel the puppy-dog eyes take over your face. george rolled his eyes and smiled, putting an arm round you. 

"never too early, i guess."

"that's the motherfuckin' spirit."

you cheered.