Just to Dance with you

And I Love Her

Amelia's POV: this chapter will contain triggering scenarios. Feel free to skip this chapter however the end will be very important.

As I put the record on, I began singing to myself quietly as to not let George hear me. I love to sing but I'm not very good at it. I quickly curled back up in the woollen blanket that George kindly wrapped me in once we walked through the door.

My hair was soaking wet, I imagine my makeup was streaming down my face and my dress was probably see through now, just what I needed. The thought of this made me wrap up extra tightly in the blankets as not to expose myself in front of George.

I sang until the song had finished feeling relieved George didn't hear me, or so I thought.

"Beautiful." His smooth voice came from the doorway.
I jumped in shock and quickly hid my face into the blanket, I could feel my cheeks turn red instantly as he stood there smirking holding two hot mugs of tea.
"I didn't think you'd hear, oh god I'm so embarrassed." I giggled nervously taking the hot mug that George was handing to me, quickly pulling the blanket back up to cover my somewhat exposed chest.
"Oh here." George acted hastily putting his mug down and walking to the arm chair by the window pulling off a small wool jumper before passing it to me.
"To cover yourself." He smiled sweetly as I pulled it over me, feeling the warmth and comfort of the jumper instantly. It must have been George's as it was too big to be Louise's but too small to be Harold's or Peter's.

"Thank you."  I smiled sheepishly still traumatised that he had heard me singing.
"You're welcome." He sat himself down next to me.
"Oi now when I gave you the blanket, I was sort of hoping there'd be some left for me." He chuckled, pulling at the blanket I had wrapped myself in.
I giggled and unwrapped myself so we could now share the blanket.

"You really do have a beautiful voice you know?" He spoke after a couple of minutes of us warming ourselves up drinking tea.

His hair was wet and shaggy, his clothes were dripping wet through causing him to put his feet in front of the fire to dry his sodden socks.

"Oh I don't know, I'm not very good at anything-" I start before he sat up stunned, shaking his head.
"No no no. Don't you do that to yourself! You're amazing, you're good at making me happy for starters, not a lot of people can. You're good at singing and dancing and you're extremely good at being a lovely person." George spoke making the hot tears stream steadily down my cheeks as I began to sob into one of the couch cushions I had on my lap.

"Hey what's all this?" He asked attentively wiping my tears away with his thumbs. Once he realised they weren't going to stop he wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me tightly into his chest in an attempt to calm me down.
"Where's all this come from?" He whispered stroking my back soothingly.
"I'm sorry George. I've never known anyone quite like you. You're so caring and supportive and comfortable to be around. Everyone back in York we're always so horrible to me....especially him." I trail off looking into the crackling fire.
"Him?" George asked concern etched across his sculpted face.
"My "ex boyfriend"." I quoted with air captions before wiping my face of the now halted tears.

"His name was Henry, I thought he was the love of my life. He was 3 years older than me but that didn't matter to us we just wanted to be with each other all the time, at least for the first few months." I started as George shifted to face me straight on, nodding attentively, his eyebrows curved into a worried expression.

"We would spend everyday together, going to parties and getting drunk and having a laugh you know? I really thought he was the one." I reminisced about the times in York with him, bringing back all the painful memories.
"Except this one time, he wanted to go out and I wasn't really feeling it so I said no." I gasped remembering the following events.
"He hit me." I sighed allowing the tears to stream down my face again as George gasped in horror. He was about to speak up when I continued not giving him a chance to comment.
"Only once-"
"I doesn't matter how many times, no man should be hitting girls." George shook his head looking down at his feet.
"It was only once but I accepted it. Along with everything else he said to me, about how I needed to lose weight and dye my hair blonde, just so I could look like Brigitte Bardot. He made me stop smoking and stop seeing my friends. I was only ever allowed to see him." I sobbed remembering everything he put me through.
"So when I did dye my hair blonde and started skipping meals my mum freaked out and made me shower twice a day to get the bleach off my hair and gave me extra care when it came to meals." I explained attempting to wipe my tears away as they were flowing thick and fast now.
"When I told you we moved here because of my dads job I wasn't lying. But I did have the chance to stay behind and live with Henry but I decided that life would probably be better for me up here." I sighed relieved that I got it all off my chest, George wrapped me into another tight hug.

"I can't see why anyone would want you to change Amelia, please never change." He whispered in my ear making my spine tingle.
"You're beautiful just the way you are." He spoke making me pull away from the hug.

"What did you say?" I look at him confused at his last comment before he looked shocked at me.
"I think you're beautiful, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in fact." He spoke proudly making my heart flutter at the intimacy.
I could only look at him in bewilderment, noticing a glimmer in his eye I'd not seen before, unable to find the words to say anything.

"Are you alright?" He asked worried with a troubled expression.
"Oh Amelia I'm so sorry if I-"
I quickly cut him off by getting closer to him and wrapping my arms behind his back, burrowing myself into his chest taking in his aroma.

"George I've never felt like this before. Not this strongly anyway." I whispered into his chest as he returned the warm hug.
"I don't think I have either." He replied simply, stroking my now somewhat dry hair. My heart skipped a beat, the weight of everything I had just admitted to him was lifted off me and all that mattered in this moment was that me and George shared feelings for each other.

He pulled away from the hug and cupped my face delicately in his hands, wiping the remaining tears off my face as I leaned into his hand. Before anything else could be said, I felt George close the gap between us, my breathing hitched slightly as his soft, warm lips pressed gently against mine. The kiss was sweet and slow. He pulled away looking at me with worry filling his face.
"I-I'm sorry-" he started before I returned the kiss. This time more passionately.

George brought his hands down from my face to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him as I wrapped my arms behind his neck deepening the kiss, feeling more confident somehow.

The kiss was unlike anything I'd experience before, George's lips moved effortlessly against mine as if they were made for each other. It was filled with so much passion and need for one another. I would say it was frightening how right it felt after only knowing George for a few weeks, but the chemistry we both felt with each other was magical.

We eventually pulled away from the kiss, both of us somewhat out of breath.
"Wow." I sighed making George chuckle.
"You've no idea how long I've wanted to do that." George admitted running his hand up my back into my hair.

Without saying another word he attached his lips back against mine. The kiss was getting a lot more intimate when we both jumped as the phone began to ring. George sighed as he stroked my cheek.
"2 minutes darling." He cooed as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen to answer the phone.

I sat up and straightened myself out, fixing my hair and pulling the wrinkles out my dress. Elated at the events that had just happened.

"Amelia!" George yelled panicked from the kitchen making me run into the room worried.
"What's going on?" I ask worriedly.
"Paul's just called, it's Dot- she's had a miscarriage." The words fell out of George's agape mouth.
"What? I didn't even know she was pregnant."
"She isn't- wasn't very far along. I'm so sorry Amelia but I have to go to the hospital. Paul is in bits." George said sorrowfully, looking at me apologetically.
"I'll come with you." I decided as the adrenaline hit me, I instantly put the fire out and picked up my belongings, forgetting to take George's jumper off as we fled the house and went for a bus.
The bus ride there was quiet and seemed to drag incredibly long. George didn't let go of my hand the entire ride there, squeezing it softly every so often as reassurance. Even though I'd only met Dot that day I wanted to be there to support her and Paul in anyway that I could. No one deserves to go through that.