Choose Your Prize (George Shelley/Union J)

Chapter Eleven: Surprise

Another week, which means another chapter! Some of you had great guesses as to whom started the fire but so far, they were all wrong. In Chapter nine, if you look carefully, I gave away who started it. Anyway, another 1000 reads on this story. I love you all. <3

I'm sorry I haven't updated in two weeks but I've been SO stressed with school.

Chapter Eleven

      I was now dismissed from the hospital, and although my face didn't look it, I was feeling fine. We were offered a free pass to next week's show, because the producers felt sympathy, but all three of us decided it wouldn't be fair. We were still going to perform tomorrow night, no matter what.

        It was going to be hard, I knew that for sure. I'm scared, to be honest. I really am.

       I was sitting in my room following some people on Twitter like we were told to do, and George tapped on the door, although it was already open. I hadn't spoken to him in days and I admit I was a little confused as to what was going on between us, if something was even going on.

        "Hey," I say, closing the laptop and pushing it away from my legs. "What's up?"

        "I heard you guys are performing tomorrow," he states, heading right into the conversation and avoiding my small talk. "That's gutsy... real gutsy, you know?"

        "Why would you say it like that?"

       He turned to face me, smiling. "You guys are a three piece now and you have no idea how the fans will react. Remember this is a singing competition," he smirked.

        "What are you trying to say?" I tilted my head slightly.

        "I'm saying, if you don't play your cards properly this may be your last week in the competition."

      "George, shut up. You know we can do it, and it's not like you're safe either. You're not, so I suggest you wipe that confidence away. It's not flattering at all," I smirk back.

         "I'm joking," he smiles and sits down next to me. "But I actually do need to talk to you."

         Suddenly, I'm worried. "What is it?"

         "You know, what happened between us..."

       "Let me guess, it was a mistake? You regret it? We should act like it never happened? Dear God George Shelley if you-"

         "No. I was actually going to say, should we.. you know, continue?"

         I smile, catching on. "It's against the rules though."

         "So what? I'm sure we can keep it secret. Common."

        "Fine, secret." I said, leaning onto him and kissing him quickly on the lips, feeling his smile turn upright almost instantly. "You gotta go now, I need to rehearse."

         "Fine, bye Ingrid," he smiled at me, showing a dimple and closing the door quietly behind him.

        Suddenly, I wasn't feeling a very happy and jumpy song for tomorrow night. Although it was club classics week, it didn't feel right. I could always change the song. If Rylan did, "Gangnam Style," on love and heartbreak week, I'm pretty sure we can do something different, although it is such short notice. But I won't even tell Louis.

         I start to sing a few verses of The Fray's, "How to Save A Life" to myself, humming the beat and tapping my leg to it. I was singing to my fullest and Coralie came in.