George Clarkey | Night Out
Summary: Night out with the girls and George is messaging
The air outside Y/N’s apartment was crisp, with the soft chill of early spring hanging in the atmosphere. As she stepped out of her door, she felt a buzz of excitement flutter in her chest. It was girls' night, and she’d been looking forward to this for weeks. After a long, stressful workweek, there was nothing she needed more than a night filled with laughter, music, and her best friends by her side. Still, despite the thrill of the night ahead, she found herself thinking about George.
He was always on her mind, especially when they were apart. But tonight was about fun, and she didn’t want to let her mind drift too much.
Her outfit for the night had been carefully planned: a gorgeous emerald green dress that hugged her curves just right, paired with her favorite black heels that added just the right amount of height. The dress had a flow to it that made her feel elegant yet comfortable, and she knew it would make her feel confident when she walked into the bar. She grabbed her purse, slipping in her phone, lipstick, and a couple of emergency essentials.
Before heading out the door, she took a moment to pull up her messages and send one last text to George.
Girls' night tonight! Can’t wait to catch up with the girls. I’ll be out late. Miss you already 💖
She smiled to herself as she stared at her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. The thought of George warmed her heart, and she added another line:
Satisfied with her message, she pressed send and stuffed her phone into her purse. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the girls’ night—she did. But her heart had always belonged to George.
The bar was exactly what Y/N had expected: a cozy, dimly lit space with rustic furniture and a small dance floor that pulsed with energy. Her friends were already there, sitting at a large booth near the back, and as soon as they saw her, they greeted her with shrieks of excitement and wide smiles.
“Y/N! You look amazing!” one of them called out as she slid into the booth.
“Thanks!” she grinned. “It’s been way too long since we’ve had one of these nights.”
The drinks started flowing as the night kicked off. There were cocktails, laughter, and an ever-growing playlist of the latest hits that kept everyone moving. Y/N felt the tension from the past week melt away as she lost herself in the rhythm of the music, dancing with her friends and feeling the beat course through her.
But every so often, her hand would subconsciously slip into her purse, pulling out her phone to check if there were any messages from George. It wasn’t that she needed reassurance—she just liked hearing from him, even if it was just a simple text. It made her feel grounded, like he was still with her, even though they weren’t in the same place.
As she pulled out her phone, she noticed that she had a message from him, and her heart immediately fluttered.
She smiled as she quickly tapped out her reply:
It’s great! The girls are being their usual silly selves, but I miss you. Wish you were here!
The words felt right, but she couldn’t help but add a little more:
It would be perfect if you were here.
Seconds later, her phone buzzed again. It was a reply from George.
I miss you too. Have fun, but make sure you’re safe. I’ll be here waiting when you get home.
Y/N’s chest warmed at the sincerity of his words. There was something so deeply comforting about the way he cared for her, without ever being overbearing. It was the kind of love that made her feel cherished and protected, even when they were apart.
Promise I’ll be good. Don’t worry. I’ll text you when we’re about to leave!
A moment later, George replied, his message short and sweet:
Take your time. Just make sure you get home safe. I’ll be thinking of you.
Her heart skipped a beat as she typed back quickly:
I’m always thinking of you too. Can’t wait to see you when I get home.
She tucked her phone back into her purse, feeling a sense of warmth at the thought of him waiting for her. She was enjoying the night with her friends, but she couldn’t shake the pull of George. There was something about him—the way he made her feel seen and understood—that she couldn’t get enough of.
The night flew by in a blur of music, laughter, and spontaneous dancing. But as the hours passed, Y/N found herself checking the time and feeling the familiar tug of home. Her friends were still in high spirits, but she felt like it was time to leave.
She glanced down at her phone, and to her delight, she had another message from George.
Are you on your way home yet? Just checking in.
Y/N smiled as she typed back:
On my way soon. I’ll text you when I’m heading out the door!
The message came back almost immediately.
I’ll be here. Just make sure you’re careful, okay?
Y/N’s heart warmed again. The little things he did always made her feel so loved. She quickly typed her reply:
Always. I’ll be home soon. Miss you.
She set her phone down for a moment, finishing up her conversation with her friends. They all waved her off with promises of more nights like this one, but her mind was already on the quiet apartment she would soon be walking into, and more importantly, on the man she couldn’t wait to see.
Outside, she hailed a cab, the cool air brushing her skin as she slid into the backseat. The cab ride was peaceful, and Y/N used the time to check in with George one last time before she arrived at his place.
Her phone buzzed again, and her fingers danced across the screen as she read his message.
Just want to remind you, I’m waiting for you. Be safe, okay?
A smile spread across her face as she typed back.
I’m always careful. Can’t wait to be with you.
She slipped her phone back into her purse as the cab began to make its way toward George’s apartment. The soft hum of the car was almost hypnotic, and the night’s excitement began to fade into a gentle sense of peace. Soon, she would be back with him.
Back at his apartment, George had spent the past couple of hours trying to distract himself. He watched a few random videos on YouTube, but every time he heard a car outside, his attention would snap to the window, hoping it was her. He tried to calm his nerves, but he couldn't stop thinking about her, wondering if she was okay, if she was on her way, if she was feeling safe and having fun.
When her message came through, he immediately exhaled in relief.
Almost home, don’t worry, I’m good!
He couldn’t help but smile at the simple words. He immediately typed his reply.
I’m counting the minutes until you get here. Can’t wait to see you.
His heart fluttered as he waited, knowing she would be here soon. The thought of her walking through the door, her smile lighting up the room, made him feel warm inside. He missed her more than he liked to admit, but he was patient. He always was when it came to her.
When the cab finally pulled up in front of George’s building, Y/N’s heart did a little flip in her chest. She stepped out of the car and looked around, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The building’s dim lights flickered overhead, casting a soft glow over everything.
George was standing by the entrance, a smile spreading across his face as soon as their eyes met. The sight of him made her heart skip, and without thinking, she quickened her pace. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she moved toward him, and when she reached him, he pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off her feet for a brief moment before setting her down.
“I missed you,” he murmured, his voice full of relief.
Y/N smiled against his chest, feeling that familiar sense of warmth and security. “I missed you too.”
George pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands cupping her face gently. “You’re okay? You’re safe?”
Y/N nodded, her fingers brushing against his chest. “I’m fine. I was thinking about you the whole night. But now that I’m here, I feel complete again.”
His eyes softened, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against her forehead in a soft kiss. “I was worried about you. You’re my everything, you know that?”
She laughed lightly, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “I know. And I promise I’m always careful. Always coming home to you.”
George’s smile grew, and his hand gently rested on her back as he guided her inside. They made their way up to his apartment, the silence between them comfortable and filled with a deep understanding. When they reached the door, George turned the handle, and as they entered, Y/N felt the rush of contentment settle over her.
And in that moment, everything felt just right.
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