GMD3/District3 Oneshots!

Greg One Shot for Loz (lozluvslawson/wattpad)

Another day of waking up without Greg.  I've grown so used to having him sleep beside me now these last 3 days have made me wake up feeling empty.

I lie staring at the ceiling, as the words from our argument resonate in my head.

"Fine! Why don't you just leave then!" He roared at me, cutting off our initial argument.

"Okay, maybe I will. Have fun being alone Greg West," I had growled firmly before walking out of his life.

I miserably crawl out of bed to get ready for the day. These last few days I've completely blocked out the world- switching off my phone, not watching tv, not even going on my laptop. I sit lazily on the couch, staring into space, not knowing what to do anymore. I sub-consciously turn on my phone, finding a full 60 missed calls and a good 30 txt messages. Rolling my eyes, I decide to ignore them.

Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. I make no move to pick it up, knowing it'll go straight to my voicemail.

Picking up my phone now, I listen as the voicemail message starts up.

"Loz," the familiar voice of Greg's bandmate Dan growls into the phone. "Tune into the TV news. Now! Do it or I will go over there myself and force you to," he continues.

"Way to threaten a girl," I hear Micky chuckle in the background. "Loz, please just watch the news now! Hope you're alright, see you around," Micky records into the phone before hanging up.

I eye warily at my remote, letting out a deep sigh and reaching for it. Why's watching the news so important all of a sudden?!

I switch to the right channel, momentarily freezing up.

Greg- sitting at the corner of the McDonald's where we first met. I stare at my tv screen not being able to register the situation. The sight of him just sitting there- expressionless as he looks down fiddling with his fingers; not phased by the screaming fans, the flashing cameras and the questions being thrown around. The camera pans out a bit and I spot a familiar photo he took of me on our last date; beside it- a piece of cardboard with the words 'If you see this girl, can you tell her where I am?' scribbled on it in his familiar handwriting.

I listen as the reporter starts speaking.

"Rumours are spreading fast that District3 band member Greg West and his long term girlfriend Loz, recently got into an argument, in which West was the guilty party. The couple is yet to confirm or deny this rumour. Greg's bandmate Micky Parsons took to twitter not long ago after being bombarded with questions regarding this matter, tweeting: 'Dan and I had no idea he would do this. He's been there for days now, but he won't tell us about it.' West is clearly trying to reach out to his girlfriend, maybe beg for forgiveness? What do you think? What was the argument about? Why this spot? We'll be sure to keep you update on this story."

As if on instinct, I chuck on my shoes and dash out the door, desperate to find out what the hell's going on. What is he doing? What is he trying to prove? That he still loves me? That what he did was nothing? Has he gone insane?! Sitting out there for 3 whole days just to get my attention.

I push my way past the thick crowd surrounding the very spot we met, until reaching the very front.

"Greg! What the hell are you doing?" I manage to stammer out, aware that everyone must be noting my every movement.

Greg's head snaps up and he looks straight at me. He gets up and starts to shuffle closer to me.

"We need to talk," he says quietly.

"Talk?! Then what's all this about? Are you crazy?" I retort back in a state of panic.

"I tried to call you, but you didn't answer. I txted you several times, and you didn't reply. I sent you facebook messages, twitter messages, skyped you, knocked on your door; I even tried getting to you through Mick and Dan! I've been out here ever since that day. I haven't been able to eat, sleep. Everyone started getting worried and told me to give up, but I just had to get to you."

I take in the sight of his tired and worn out physique, as I feel my heart sink knowing it all happened because of me. Anger quickly overcomes me as a result of worry and pain.

"Well I'm here now. What's been SO damn important that you had to risk your health for? The fact that you cheated on me? Is that what you want to explain to me again?" I say bluntly as gasps erupt from the surrounding crowd.

"Actually, that's exactly what-"

"Well there's nothing to talk about Greg!"

"I just want to explain-"

"Explain what exactly? You fucking kissed that girl! The news went viral! You can't tell me you didn't-"

"LOZ!" He screams, cutting me off. "I DIDN'T CHEAT ON YOU! SHE kissed ME!" He yells as I watch the tears roll down his face.

His yelling renders me speechless. So I just stand, waiting for his further explanation.

"The-the girl, she was a fan. She came and asked for me to sign her phone- I happily agreed. When I went to give it back, she just jumped onto me, kissing me! I pushed her back right away! I swear on my life Loz. I love you; I'd never cheat on you. I wanted to explain that night, but our fight somehow got really heated, and I said stuff I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry..." He trails off, the crowd sighing in sync.

"Why should I believe you now?" I stammer out, the tears stinging from my eyes.

"I thought you could always tell if I was lying?" He chuckles, taking a step closer towards me, our faces just inches apart as he looks into my blue eyes. "Am I lying to you now Loz?" he whispers to me.

I shake my head, the tears streaming from my eyes. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, burrowing myself into his shoulder, drenching his shirt. "I'm sorry I said what I said that night. I'm sorry I didn't believe you." I mumble against his shirt.

"Sshh, it's okay," he whispers, his familiar strong hands rubbing my back comfortingly.He pulls me back slightly, and crashes his lips onto mine. I smile against his, glad to be back in his arms; neither of us caring of all the flashes and cheers around us.

"So was she a better kisser than me?" I ask teasingly as we walk home hand in hand.

"Definitely," he smirks sarcastically.

I punch him lightly in the arm.

"Ow!" He whines while rubbing his arm. He stops walking in the middle of the footpath, pulling me close to him as our eyes lock.

"Nothing compares to your kisses," he grins, before kissing me again; making the butterflies in my stomach flutter and the fireworks erupt.

"I love you," he whispers against my lips.

"I love you too Greggers," I giggle.

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A/N: If it sounds familiar..I was listening to The Script's "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" while writing this :) <3