Imagines Irish and British people

George Mackay / A mysterious way about you, dear

This one is requested + inspired by a dream of mine. Mentions of Taylor Swift's lyrics (I'm not familiar with her music so hopefully it turns out well!)

The life of a singer was not all candy and love. Apart from the hatred on social networks - thankfully quite scarce - there was the whole notion of private life not being so private anymore. Growing a young woman in this industry, Y/N had learnt early on that she would have to deal with it or not knowing love at all. Many times she had to go through break-ups by herself for she truly wished to avoid her boyfriends to suffer from the unbearable treatment some of them were given by certain media.

It was always a struggle as to choose whether it would be the best thing to do or not. There was this one time she deeply fell for someone she thought was the one. Him too was somehow in the industry but also was a friend she had known prior to becoming famous. She believed it could work out fine. She devoted to him so much that she was blinded by new feelings she had never felt. That man happened to be unfaithful but even then, knowing the well-known fact Y/N though it was better to act cool about it and to forgive him. She had by now become a stranger to herself and a ghost to her friends, living only for him, wandering through hollowness. Her friends would often remind her that she should not suffer from this situation but Y/N did not care to listen. 

The final straw occurred at a party. Y/N was not quite the kind as to party hard but had been forced by her beau to go and had no strength anymore to fight about it. Her boyfriend was standing in the kitchen and proudly claimed to anyone willing to listen to him that he could do whatever he wanted out of Y/N. Not even under influence, he was just boasting a fact that unfortunately everyone - but Y/N - knew by now. Despite the fact that she had parted from her friends and close ones, she had not figured it had been a dangerous situation for her. She had thought for a while that it was the case for any romantic relationship that was building towards love. Only the heart was left when all of her body had been drained by him. But now she was resolved to let go of this toxic man. It revealed itself trickier than what Y/N had expected; she was stuck in a paradoxical situation: she still loved him and was well aware of it but on the other hand she also knew that it was not the proper thing to keep on doing.

She decided that the best way to sort this knot out was to act as radically as possible. Within the same week, she broke up with him, took all her stuff out of the flat they shared to crash back at a friend's house just enough to find another place to go. And she even flirted again, gaining back the pleasure she once had in company of men.

She had met George Mackay but as it turned out she only realized where she knew him from only a couple of days after first being introduced to him. They had met randomly at a party organized by a common friend she had not seen for years. George and her had talked for hours, forgetting the world around them. For a while, Y/N even forgot her broken heart that was slowly mending from the lethal wound it had to face. George had dared asking her number and Y/N gladly gave him but when George texted her the next day, she had no idea how to react. She had gone through the whole process many times before but this time hit different. This time, she had only to climb back from the well she had fallen in.

George had invited her to go out. She wanted to but somehow was still bound to her ex. George started wondering what he had done wrong. Sure it was bold of him to assume she might be interested but it felt like they had connected. Seeing her phone in agony for an answer to give this new exciting contact, Y/N eventually replied that she looked forward to see him again, afar from a crowd. She knew that she was allowed to treat herself that way after all.

A date quickly lead to a second one and soon enough George had to make sure that what he was feeling was reciprocal. Him too had had some terrible affairs and had his heart broken many times, many ways he had not imagined. Being with Y/N was different though. It was a chemical attraction, almost organic and utterly natural. They seemed to be drawn to meet each other. If he felt that way, he knew that Y/N still struggled to express her feelings and to open her heart as the last time she did, she had left empty. 

A few weeks passed as fast as a hurricane and George knew Y/N was the one. He had never believed in soulmates  and stars but now he was facing the truth: Y/N was the light to his night and the sun to his life. Y/N had deeply connected with George too but was not so sure of her feelings.

It was on a special night that it all made sense to her. She had been invited by a friend newly engaged. It was obvious to Y/N that George had to accompany her for he shared his life with her for three months now. Besides that, George had only come back to London for a few days before having to go back to America and they were determined to spend every minute together. What Y/N had not expected was that her ex would be there. Indeed, he was a friend of the future groom. Seeing Y/N, he was convinced he could get her back and so when Y/N approached him to greet him, as charmingly as she could (when all she wanted was to unscrew his head from his neck), he took his chance. Whether he had not seen Y/N had another man in her life or he did not give a darn, he tried to kiss her on the lips, persuading her that she missed him. Y/N would have yielded a few months ago but this time, she gathered all her vigour and pushed him away.

"What the hell was that?", she asked him both to draw the attention on the creepy attempt that just happened and to make him understand that this time, she was done with his crap.

George who was greeting other people from the other side of the room joined Y/N to know what it was all about. When he realized what he had done, he was about to fight him when Y/N told him that her ex was not worth it. She added that she now wanted to leave, not able to confront her ex anymore.

Once outside, Y/N confessed to George.

"I swear George that if I had known he would be there, I would have refused to come. I'm so sorry for that"

George looked in a distressed way at his lover and then replied, cupping her face in his hands: "Love, you don't have to find reasons for this arse! Please, don't feel bad about it"

"I love you, George", the words escaped from her mouth instinctively.

"I love you too", he naturally replied.

After this incident and the mutual confession of their feelings towards one another, Y/N had many thoughts running through that she could only express by rubbing the strings of her guitar and by writing down words. George surprised her on an evening. He entered the studio she had fixed and saw her muttering words with her eyelids shut.

Slowly she sang: 

"With every guitar string scar on my hand
I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue
All's well that ends well to end up with you"

George looked amazed at her and religiously listened to the angelic voice. When she stopped singing to write a few notes on a sheet of paper, he clapped, making Y/N aware that he had heard everything. She slightly blushed before thanking him.

"That was truly marvellous", he whispered to her ear as he kissed her neck.

"Well, I can only thank you to be my muse", she cheekily answered.