Younglings

P.s I love you

Polly's pov
The next morning.

My eyes slowly fluttered open due to the sun beaming through our windows.

I tried to stretch but my legs were tangled in Georges naked ones.

I smiled at his beautiful body. Then memories flooded back to me.

Holy shit!
George purposed to me last night!

I'm so happy. No one can ruin this for me.

I slowly got out of bed, kissing Georges forehead in the process.

I realised I was naked, my body was hit with the icy cold breeze so I decided I'd have a shower.

I got some clothes and hoped in the shower.
The hot water instantly soothing my cold warn out muscles.

I soon got out and dried out. I put on my clothes. I looked in the mirror.

I looked truly happy. The sun was shining through the window. My blue eyes were sparkling in the sunlight.

I smiled and walked out, I dropped my hairbrush at my amazing view.

George bending down (naked) ;)
Picking up records.

He got up and faced me.
"Enjoying the view? Again?"
He slightly chuckled.

"Yeah who couldn't Mr Harrison?"
He smirked and walked over to me.

"You look absolutely beautiful this morning."
He whispered in my ear.

"Thanks. Could you stay naked all day?"
I aksed back.

He laughed.
"Sadly not, I have to go down to the the studio."
I frowned and stuck my lip out like a baby.

"Babbbeee"
I whined.

"I'll be back tonight! I'll even make it up to ya."
He said while winking at me.

I looked up to him and smiled.
"I'm working tonight."
I said.

I work for a modelling company you may know it. I do photography. It's honestly amazing and I love doing it. I've even modelled for it a coupple of times.

But like I said, I'm not one for being the one in the photo, I prefer being behind the camera.

"Can't vouge wait?"

"No as a matter of fact!"
I said.
He smiled.

"Ok well I'm going to get dressed."
He said walking towards the bathroom.

"Wait!"
He turned around.

I took in his beautiful view from bottom to top.
I smiled.
"Ok now you can go."
He shook his head and left.
-
I made breakfast in which George scoffed down in seconds.

I looked down at my wedding ring.
He caught me staring.
"Not having second thoughts are we?"
I smiled.

"No! I just absolutely love you so much, I love us! I love the life we created together."
He smiled.

He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it.

"And I love you."
He looked at the clock.

"Ok well I best be off."
He leaned over the counter and kissed me.
"Have a good day at work."
He said.

"You to!"
I yelled as he walked out.

I smiled to myself, observing our apartment.
I felt amazing. I felt so content.
The peace was disturbed by the phone.

I ran over to it.
"Ello?"

"Hey polls!"
It was Jane.

"Hey Janey what can I do for you?"

"Well I just found out, I'll be modelling for vouge tonight! Are you working?"
I smiled.

"Yes yes yes!"

"So you'll be working for me! So do what I say and come to mine now!"
I laughed

"I have News as well, I'll be over in a sec."

"Ok see you soon."
I hung up.

I got my bag and keys and drove over.
-
I knocked on the door.
Jane opened the door.

"Your glowing today!"
Jane said.

I smiled.
"Yeah well I had quite the night."
I held my hand up to show her my ring.

She gasped.
"He didn't?!"
I smiled.

"Oh why he did!"
We held eachother and jumped up and down.

"Congratulations babe!!"
She kissed my cheek.

"Thanks Jane!"
I hugged her.

"Can't believe your getting married!"
She said as we walked into her flat.

I saw Paul's boxers lying on the couch.
I smiled.
Jane ran over and threw them in the wash.

"Don't mind that, Paul's a pig sometimes."
I smirked.

"Tell me about it!"
We went up to her room, we sat on her bed.

"Braid my hair?"
She asked

I nodded. She let her red hair out of its ponytail.

"Remember when we used to do this?"
She asked.

I smiled while parting her hair.
"I do!"

"Remember that one amazing night."
I smirked.
Flashback
Jane's pov
1960
I'm sleeping at Polly's one more night before I go to modelling school. Mum's forcing me at this point. I honestly never want to talk about it.
-
Polly was braiding my hair, we always do this.

We were talking about George and other boys in our year. It was raining.

We were talking until we heard taps at Polly's window.
"What's that?"
I aksed out of curiosity
"I swear if its John again."
Polly said whilst getting up to the window.
"Paul?"
She said.
I gasped getting butterflies instantly at the mention of his name.

I walked over to the window, to see a drenched Paul.
"Jane?"
He basically choked out.
"Paul?"
He looked into my eyes.
"I'm going to go to the toilet..."
Polly said backing off.
"Listen Jane! I-i think I'm in love with you. I have since primary. I try to cover it up, but is come to be impossible."
Paul was 18 I'm only 17.
I walked backwards nearly tripping.
Polly walked behind me.
"Go to him jane, you've loved him since I don't even know!"
I stared at her.
"Go!"
She pushed me to the door.
I ran out into he rain to Paul.
He was about to walk back.
"Wait paul!"
He turned around.

I let a tear slip.
"I-i-i-i love you to."
He smiled and ran over to me, he crashed his lips against mine.
Oh how I've longed for this.
Flash back done
I watched as Jane smiled to the memory.
But I heard sniffles.
"Polly I don't think Paul and I are good for each other."
I was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
Jane turned to face me. Her mascara was running.
"I'm taking a job permanently in new York next month."
She said
My heart stopped.
A tear fell from my eye.
"Polly s-ssay something."
I was angry, after everything. After Jane crying to me about her mother forcing her to do this.

Now she's just a famous model.
"It's ok Jane. I understand."
She cried.
"I'll fly out for your wedding dont worry."
I hugged her tightly.
-
The rest of the afternoon Jane and I cried.
She hasn't told Paul yet, but I can tell this isn't going to play out well.

I got home latter that night. I threw my keys on the counter.
There was a note on the counter.

Dearest Polly,
The lads and I will be heading out tonight so I'll be out for a while longer.
Don't wait up.
Love, Georgie
P.s I love you :)

Great so I'm alone tonight.
I went to sleep that night.

I wished Georges big arms were around me.
But latter that night I felt him slither his big arms around my waist.

I had almost instantly forgot about Jane leaving.

George made me happy.
I love him.