Favorite t-shirt. || {George Weasley x reader}

What happens when you wake up in the arms of your best friend after a night of drinking?

what's more terrifying? you've been in love with him for years, and you don't remember what happened the night before.

you hide, trying to avoid him like the plague, worried that you've ruined your friendship.

but he's not letting you go now that he's finally had you in his arms.

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"Where have you been?! I've been looking for you -" He paused as he looked you up and down with a smirk growing on his face.

"Is that my t-shirt?" He asked, smirking wider.

"N-no, I don't think so..." You mumbled, blushing deep red as you brought your books against your chest in an attempt to hide the giant 'G' on the front of the shirt.

"Really? because that looks like my t-shirt... my favorite t-shirt, in fact."

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This is a very short story with short chapters. I was simply bored and wrote this.