george always serves and never disappoints !!! manz really out here always looking like a full course MEAL !!! his style ? *chefs kiss* in this essay i will
You got a ticket to see your favourite band, Blossoms perform at a music festival this summer. stood on your top toes trying to see the stage from where you stood at the back. You eventually did a little jump to see if you could spot the crew on the stage setting up for Blossoms to perform. You looked next to you and saw a very cute boy easily viewing the stage at his height. “Lucky you’re tall.” You muttered.
“Sorry?” He turned to you.
“Oh nothing. It’s just... I’m too short to see the stage from here that’s all.” You responded sheepishly. “I wish they had those screens, you know? Where they project the performers onto there.”
“Aw I’m sorry.” The boy chuckled. “I wish I could help.”
“Some stilts would be nice actually.” You joked. “I’m y/n by the way.”
“I’m Reece.” He smiled. All of a sudden, the crowd screamed and Blossoms came on stage with their opening song. Reece began singing along loudly while filming bits on his phone. He looked over and noticed you looking around the crowd, mumbling the words to the songs. He turned back to the band. After about five songs, he began to feel guilty. He saw you start to walk away. “Where are you going?” He stopped you.
“I wanna try to find a better spot. I can’t see anything.” You said.
“Hop on my shoulders.” He offered.
“Are... are you sure?” You asked.
“Come on you’ve got to see them.” He crouched down.
“Alright.” You sighed, sitting on his shoulders. He stood up and you gripped his shoulders as you looked down at the ground. He placed his hands over yours to comfort you. You looked up and saw a clear view of the stage. You smiled widely and sung louder along with the words.
As ‘I can’t stand it’ was being performed, Reece pulled out his phone and flipped the camera to face himself. He sang along and panned up to you, having the time of your life on top of his shoulders. You looked down and gave him a thumbs up, causing him to chuckle.
“Thank you everyone! Goodnight!” Blossoms ran off stage at the end of their set.
Reece crouched down to let you off of his shoulders. “That was amazing!” You exclaimed. “Oh my god the guitar solo!”
“I know.” He laughed. “Hey, y/n... could I possibly get your number?”
“Yeah.” You giggled. You switched phones and entered each other’s info. “You better text me.”
“I wi-“
“Hey mate who’s this?” A brown haired boy approached Reece.
“Oh, y/n this is Blake and George. Guys this is y/n.” Reece introduced you.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“We saw you on his shoulders from over there.” George said.
“Yeah she couldn’t see.” Reece laughed. “Hey, the boys and I were gonna go grab a few beers at the pub before we left. Wanna join us?”
“Sure.” You agreed.
That night was the start of two friendships and one relationship that you would remember forever.
(hi! im back with another george one shot. this idea came out of nowhere and i thought it’d be really cute. i didnt know how to end it so the ending kinda sucks and im sorry :( anyways, hope you enjoy it. feedback is always appreciated and if you have any requests feel free to send them in! <3)
You knew that George had been really stressed out lately. The band had been writing and recording non-stop for the music they were itching to release and it was starting to get to him. You knew how hard he worked, and as much as you admired him for it, you also knew how much pressure he was putting on himself. George absolutely refused to half-ass anything, to the point where he sacrificed his own well-being for the sake of his music.
Recently you started to see how this was taking an obvious toll on your boyfriend. He was getting less sleep, which showed in the purple bags under his eyes, he had been moodier. And more recently it seemed like he wasn’t eating as much, choosing to continue his writing rather than taking a break for a meal. Needless to say, you were getting worried. You wanted to be there for him, remind him that he needed to take care of himself, but with your unforgiving work schedule, you weren’t home nearly as much as you would have liked.
You’d finally managed to get off work at a reasonable time, intending on spending the rest of your night getting George to finally relax a little bit. You shoved your keys into the lock, anxious to get inside so you could completely and utterly spoil your boyfriend for the next few hours. As you got inside, you kicked your shoes off, hung your coat by the door and made your way to the living room. Just as you’d guessed, George wasn’t there. He was in your guys’ spare bedroom, which had been converted into his workspace of sorts. As you approached the room you heard soft strumming through the crack in the door, it stopped short and was followed by a frustrated sigh. You gently pushed the door open, seeing your boyfriend. He was faced away from you, not quite noticing your presence yet, and his head was hung, in what looked like, defeat.
“Hey G, what's wrong?” you asked him, you placed your hand gently on his shoulder. He jumped a bit, startled by you for a second before he quickly relaxed under your touch. He looked up at you, putting on a forced smile before answering.
“Oh! Hi love, nothing, I’m good. When did you get home? I didn’t hear you come in,” You noticed his attempt at changing the subject and gave him a knowing look, taking a seat on the small couch beside him. He very hesitantly let go of the guitar when you took it from his grasp, propping it gently against the wall.
“You know we’ve been together for 2 years G,” you said simply. He quirked an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by this. “I know when you’re lying,” you clarified. His lips set into a frown as he dropped his gaze. You took one of his hands in both of yours, playing with his fingers and rubbing the back of it comfortingly. “Now, tell me what’s wrong,” This time your question was posed more as a command. He sighed, hesitating before deciding to answer your question.
“I’m just really overwhelmed. Management really wants us to be able to release our first album by the end of the year and we aren’t even halfway done with it. I’ve been working non-stop and I feel like I’ve made zero progress. At this point, I don’t even know if I’m any help at the studio anymore. And I’m trying so hard to do the best I can but I don’t know if that’s even good enough,” George’s voice cracked at the end, and you could see the tears welling up in his eyes. You fought your own tears as you heard him talk, not having realized the full scale of how George had been feeling recently. You didn’t say anything for the moment. Your arms wrapped around him and he collapsed into your embrace, his face in your shoulder. His arms wound around your torso, hands fisting the back of your shirt.
“G if you need to cry you can, it’s not good for you to hold it in,” you said softly. With that, he broke down. He sobbed quietly in your shoulder and moved closer to you, wanting more comfort. You felt your heart break at the feeling of him shaking in your hold, just wanting to make him feel better. “And love, you have to believe me when I say you are more than good enough. I know that. The boys know that. Management knows that too. You are so insanely talented and whatever you put out is going to be incredible. But G you need to take care of yourself too, you can’t keep pushing yourself this hard, it’s unhealthy. Plus, how in the hell do you expect Reece and Blake to survive out there without you,” George had stopped crying as you spoke, even laughing a bit at what’d you’d said last.
“Oh god, they’d never make it,” he joked along, pulling his face from your neck.
“Exactly,” you said to him, cupping his face in your hands. “Now, would you finally take a break and let me help you relax?” He nodded slightly and you smiled, pecking his lips quickly before standing up and leading him to your bathroom.
You turned the dial on your bath, starting to fill the tub with warm water. You turned back to George who was standing behind you and approached him. You fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt and you looked up at him, silently asking for permission. He nodded his head and you pulled the fabric off his torso. Your arms immediately wound around him, pulling him into a hug which he enthusiastically returned.
“More than good enough” you spoke softly to him, kissing his chest briefly. You looked up to meet his eyes, a bashful smile graced his features and his cheeks were tinted light pink. “I mean it,” you spoke again, before having him take off his pants and telling him to get in the bath. He jokingly saluted at you, doing as he was told. You rolled your eyes, taking off your clothes as well and joining him.
Neither of you really spoke, choosing to listen to the soft music you’d put on in the background. Your fingers massaged at his scalp as you washed his hair for him. He leaned into your touch, humming in contentment. “I love you,” he whispered, his eyes falling closed. You smiled at him, feeling your heart jump at his words.
“I love you too,” you responded, pausing to kiss him before you rinsed his hair.
Once you’d finished in the bath, you left George in the bathroom, returning with a fluffy towel and some cozy pajamas for him. He smiled gratefully at you. “Have you eaten?” you asked him, handing him his clothes. His face was comparable to a child who’d gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He shook his head at you. A small sigh left your lips. “Okay, I’m gonna go make us something. Get dressed,” he nodded. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and made your way to the kitchen.
As much as you wanted to make George a nice meal, the truth was you were tired too, so you decided mac and cheese was good enough. Thankfully, G seemed to agree, his face lighting up as he joined you in the kitchen. You smiled fondly at him, scooping some into a bowl and passing it to him.
“Thank you, love,” he said, taking a seat on the couch. You dished up some food for yourself as well, sitting down next to him. It was quiet while you two ate. Some random tv show you had playing served as white noise. After George had finished eating, he placed his bowl on the coffee table and looked over at you.
“Are you feeling better?” you asked him, finishing up your own food. He nodded quickly at you.
“So much better, Y/N. Thank you,” he said sincerely. You smiled, glad that you were able to help him. You took the last bite of your dinner and set your bowl next to G’s.
“Well, is there anything else I can do?” you spoke. George was quiet for a second, thinking.
“Cuddles?” You laughed at his request, nodding. You moved to lay back on the couch, your head landing on one of the pillows. You opened your arms to George and he smiled giddily, taking no time at all to move into your embrace. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he laid almost completely on top of you, using your chest as a pillow.
“Good?” you asked him. He hummed, his eyes closing. You smiled down at him, your hands finding his head so you could run your fingers through his hair. The two of you stayed like this for a while, and you’d assumed George had fallen asleep until he broke the silence.
“I love you,” he said to you. You chuckled softly at him.
“I know, you told me earlier G.”
“No, seriously Y/N. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you,” he repeated the words again. Your hands rubbed up and down his back comfortingly and you smiled.
“I love you too George,” his lips spread into a smile as he heard you respond, hugging you closer to him if that was even possible. You felt his breath fall into a steady rhythm, and you knew he was about to fall asleep.
“Love you,” he said one last time, before actually falling asleep. It was barely audible and you don’t know if he was saying it to you or more to himself. Regardless, your heart swelled.
“I love you too,” you murmured softly, kissing his head before falling asleep yourself.
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