Metanoia // George Ezra Fanfic

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The following morning was more enjoyable than I ever would have assumed. 

George took a shower before we both had to go to work, while Emma and I busied ourselves with making a quick breakfast in the kitchen. When the water shut off, George stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of my peach colored bath towels, looking a little bashful, to ask if I had any lotion he could use. 

I had not expected to see George Barnett in a towel, with glistening water droplets on his skin that morning. 

Yet, here I was, utterly un-disappointed by the experience. 

After a quick breakfast of berry smoothies, bagels, and hard-boiled eggs, the three of us whisked out of the apartment to go to our jobs. I gave George a ride to work, and on the way, he told me that Larisa had come home around two in the morning. 

"I'm sorry." I frown, glancing at him, "I hope she didn't keep you up."

"Nah, it was fine." George waves it off, "She was pretty quiet."

My workday is better than it was the day before. I don't get yelled at, and in fact, one of the writers comes upstairs to get my opinion on a piece she's writing. Molly is celebrating two weeks without smoking, and Victor comes back from his lunch break, positively beaming and announcing to us that he and his girlfriend found out that they would be having a baby girl. In the middle of the afternoon, George places a Snickers bar that he got from the vending machine on my desk.

I look up at him, confused, "What's this?"

"Thank you for letting me crash on your couch last night." George winks at me, "I've noticed this seems to be your favorite vending machine snack."

I smirk, feeling a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, "You pay attention to the snacks I get from the vending machine?"

"Yeah." George shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, "Is that weird?"

"No." I smile at him, "It's actually really nice."

By the time I get home that evening, I feel as though nothing can ruin my day. 

Stepping into my room, my eyes immediately fall on the bed where the box of Samson's belongs were left this morning. They've disappeared during the time I have been at work. In place of the box, there's a beige, crop top sweatshirt, a pair of gray jogger shorts, and the spare key that I gave to Samson. 

I toss my purse on my bed, taking off my work clothes and putting on the beige crop top and gray jogger shorts. I'd forgotten I left these at Samson's apartment as loungewear or pajamas.

I turn to leave the room, but then notice that my closet door has been left ajar. Frowning, I step over and poke my head in. My things are definitely not how I left them this morning. It looks as though the clothing on my hangers has been pushed around the closet and items have been misplaced in their containers. I grab my phone, dialing Emma's number and stepping back into my closet with a frown plastered on my face. 

"Hey, Everly, what's up?" Emma chirps when she picks up the phone. 

"Random question..." I say, looking around my closet to see if there is anything missing, "Did you go into my closet this morning?"

"No." Emma says, sounding perplexed, "Why?"

"Because someone did go through my closet." I squint at my belongings, muttering, "And I can tell some things are missing."

"Well, you know George didn't take anything." Emma says, "Could it have been Larisa?"

"Larisa hasn't ever been in my bedroom." I say, "I don't know why she would come into my room. I think...I think it must have been Samson?"