Hey everyone! I'm Teresa, 27 and from a land of south east asia. Currently obsessed of UKYT scene however I only write fics for Harry Lewis and George Clarke.
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Harry Lewis:
"What a fool" Part 1
"Closure" (What a fool part 2)
Don't forget
George Clarke:
together
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summary: You’re visiting Harry while he hosts hide and seek at his house, he tells the guys not to bother you… but do they ever listen? | Harry x fem!reader
notes: fluffmas day 22! only 3 left :( based on this request! Hope this lifts ur spirits on a monday happy reading <3333
Harry tells them very clearly. “Don’t go in the living room.”
He says it before filming starts, while everyone’s milling about and Ethan’s already trying to wind him up. He says it again when cameras are rolling, and people are scouting out hiding spots.
“She’s knackered, she’s travelled, she’s not part of the video,” Harry insists, pointing vaguely down the hall. “Leave her alone.”
Naturally, that means the living room becomes the most attractive hiding spot in the house.
You’re curled up on the sofa with one of Harry’s hoodies on – the soft grey one that smells like him – legs tucked underneath you, phone in hand, only half watching whatever’s on the telly. You can hear the chaos echoing through the house: drawers slamming, whispered arguments, Ethan laughing too loudly.
You smile to yourself.
You haven’t seen Harry properly in weeks. Long-distance does that thing where it makes the mundane feel precious – sitting on his sofa, wearing his clothes, existing in the same space without a screen between you.
The door creaks open.
“Shh, shh, shh.”
You look up just in time to see Simon, Ethan, and Tobi practically falling into the room, eyes wide and panicked.
“What are you-” you start.
Ethan presses a finger to his lips. “Hide and seek.”
Simon grins. “We’ll be quiet.”
They absolutely will not be quiet.
Before you can argue, they scatter – Simon crouches behind the armchair, Tobi squeezes himself awkwardly behind the curtains, and Ethan… Just lies flat on the floor behind the sofa like that’s a normal decision.
You blink. “Harry said-”
“We know,” Simon whispers. “But we haven’t seen you in ages.”
As if summoned by your conversation, footsteps approach in the hallway.
Your heart jumps anyway.
The door opens again, and Harry slips inside, closing it carefully behind him like he’s sneaking into a secret.
“Hi,” he murmurs, instantly soft, eyes lighting up when he sees you. “You alright?”
You nod, smiling. “Yeah.”
He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping down beside you without a second thought. One arm curls around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like it’s muscle memory.
He presses a kiss to your temple. Then another. Then one to your cheek.
Behind the sofa, Ethan bites his fist to stop the laughter.
“You having fun?” Harry asks quietly, thumb brushing over your arm.
“Mm”, you say. “Your mates are being loud.”
He huffs a laugh. “Tell me about it.”
Simon watches in disbelief as Harry leans in again, forehead resting against yours now, his voice dropping even softer.
“I’ve missed you,” he says.
“I know,” you reply gently. “I missed you, too.”
Harry exhales, like he’s been holding that in all day. He kisses you properly this time – slow and familiar, like he’s grounding himself.
Tobi has to look away.
Harry pulls back just enough to smile at you, nose brushing yours. “I’ll win this, you know.”
“You say that every time.”
“And I’m right every time.”
He grins, kisses you again, then finally – finally – stands up.
“I’ll come back,” he whispers, like a promise.
The door clicks shut.
The room explodes into silent hysteria.
“Oh my god,” Simon breathes. “He didn’t see us.”
“He kissed her THREE TIMES,” Ethan whispers harshly. “I’m gonna be sick.”
Tobi shakes his head. “He’s got it bad.”
Two minutes pass with you chatting and catching up with the guys, then the door opens again.
Harry slips back in like he forgot something.
He goes straight to you again.
“I forgot to ask,” he says softly, hand resting on your knee. “Do you want to get food after this?”
Simon squeezes his eyes shut.
You laugh quietly. “Yes.”
“Cool,” Harry says, relieved. He leans down, kisses you once more – quick, sweet - then pauses. “One more.”
He kisses you again.
Behind the armchair, Simon silently mouths this is ridiculous.
Harry finally straightens up, completely oblivious, and leaves the room.
The second the door shuts, Ethan sits up. “I’m telling him.”
Simon snorts. “He’ll be mortified.”
Tobi smiles fondly. “Nah. He’s in love.”
When Harry eventually bursts back into the living room later, triumphant and smug-
-and finds all three of them staring at him-
“You lot hid in here,” he realises slowly.
Simon grins. “Yeah.”
Ethan adds, “You kissed her like four times.”
Harry freezes.
Then he groans, covering his face, “You’re joking.”
You laugh, tugging his sleeve until he drops back onto the sofa beside you. He wraps an arm around you immediately, burying his face in your hair.
Hello I was wondering if I could do a request for Harry like reader and him on holiday together haveing a nice time and also there friends are there like something based on that vibe
Holiday.
Wroetoshaw x Reader
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You woke up to the sound of your alarm. You reached for your phone and looked at the time. 7 am. You were due to meet up with a few friends soon and you wanted to get up early so you could get ready. You looked over and saw your boyfriend, Harry, still sleeping, even through your blaring alarm.
You laid there for a couple seconds admiring his features. His mouth was slightly open and his hair was especially messy. You brushed a hand on his cheek, oh how you loved this man. You didn't want to wake him up so you carefully got out of bed, slowly removing the blanket you two shared. You made your way towards the bathroom and quickly hopped in the shower.
You, Harry, and a couple of friends decided to go on holiday to a snowy location since you guys loved the snow. It was winter time too so it was really cold, you didn't mind because you enjoyed this type of weather anyways.
You finished your short warm shower and did your morning routine. You were brushing your hair when you heard a loud yawn from the bed. Seconds later you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around you. You turned your head and you were faced with a groggy but adorable Harry.
"Mmph, you're so warm." He said sleepily. "Well looks like you slept well then." You said with a chuckle, turning your body to face him, wrapping your own arms around his waist. "Yes, because I had the most gorgeous human next to me all night." You blushed a bit at the compliment and let him go turning back to the mirror.
"You're so cheesy." You mumbled. He kissed the back of your head. "But you like it." He said as he hopped into the shower. You rolled your eyes playfully and went back to getting ready.
You finished and sat at the bed, checking your phone. You scrolled mindlessly until Harry was finished getting ready. He was wearing some snow pants and a puffy jacket that made him look absolutely precious. You two made your way down to the dining area of the resort you were staying at and met up with the group. The group consisted of Ethan, Faith, George, Chris, Arthur tv, Arthur Hill, Issac, Liv, and Becky.
You met up with the ones who were already down. You all sat at a large table and grabbed some of the breakfast from the buffet. You were sat between Harry and Becky.
"Looks like a great day for snowboarding!" George buzzed while everyone agreed. "It's gonna be great out there." Harry beamed towards you, bringing a smile to your lips. You ate your omelet with mash along with some orange juice chatting with the group. You were excited for the day because you were finally gonna spend some quality time with Harry besides the group activities planned. Harry was working very hard the last couple of months, so there wasn't much time for date nights or day outs, so you were going to cherish this free time together to the fullest.
After breakfast, the lot of you made your way towards the trails on the top of the mountain by chairlift.
"Are you warm enough?" Harry asked grabbing your gloved covered hand rubbing it with his own, trying to warm you up more. "Yes, are you? Your eyelashes are literally frozen!?" You chuckled slowly pulling at his lashes removing the frost that formed on them.
"I'm fine, I just wanna make sure you're comfortable." He said quietly looking at his feet danging in the air. "You're so adorable, but yes I'm fine, thank you for caring so much." You said, feeling your cheeks burning hot at the sentiment.
"Of course, I'll always care alot about you darling." He said turning his face towards you. Along with his frozen lashes, his nose was as red as a tomato and his cheeks almost the same. He was wearing a thermal face mask and a few hairs were peeking out curling upwards. You, on the other hand were just wearing a simple beanie and some cute earmuffs that were certainly doing a good job at keeping your ears warm.
A comfortable silence surrounded you two as the ride up continued, Harry kept warming your hands, not wanting to let you. As you reached the top, you guys hopped off the lifts and went towards the line. There weren't many people, so it wasn't a long wait.
Harry is excellent at snowboarding but you, on the other hand, had your difficulties. He knows you can do it with ease but you weren't as confident in your own abilities.
"You're gonna smash it babe, if you need help, I'm here." He reassured as you were up next. You smiled widely at him, quickly pecking his cold lips. You squeezed his hands to let him know you understood and then you were off. You went down the mountain, steering the board as well as you could. The rush of quickly going down the mountain filling you with excitement and you felt your heart pounding rapidly. The bits of snow flying up, hitting your face lightly as you made your descent. You tried your best maneuvering around rocks or small hills, hoping you didn't look as silly as you thought you did. You finally reached the bottom of the mountain and slowly slid to a stop, almost falling over.
You turned around and watched as Harry made his way down. You felt like he was outshining you on purpose as he slid down effortlessly. You admired that though. You loved watching him do anything, from this to golfing, to even just filming videos. He was your personal entertainment.
He maneuvered around a rock probably showing off at this point. But you realized, if he's showing off, then it's probably for you. You blushed at the idea that he still wanted to impress you after years of dating. Your eyes followed him as he finally reached the bottom point and slid to a stop spraying snow everywhere. You rolled your eyes playfully as he held a cocky grin. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him as he walked over towards you. He did his job well, you were fully impressed and enamored.
"You did amazing baby!" He said excitedly wrapping one arm around your shoulder as you began walking towards the lift again. "Me? You're the pro here! I'm so jealous!" You exclaimed flailing your arm showing your enthusiasm. He stopped in his tracks causing you to almost stumble but he held onto you tightly.
"You did so well! I'm so proud! You really shredded it out there!" He said, reassuring your insecurities. You felt your heart patter again. "Thank you, I'm so happy you believe so much in me." You said getting slightly sappy. "I will always believe in you." He said pecking your cheek. He began walking again but this time you stopped him. You pulled him close and placed your lips on his. You passionately kissed him wrapping your arms around his waist.
"What what that for?" He asked with a goofy smile as you pulled away. "It was an 'I love you so much'" You said beginning to walk away without him towards the lifts. You didn't look back but you heard him chuckle as he hurried to catch up with you.
You, Harry, and a couple of your group members kept snowboarding on the mountain for a while. It was such a good time, it just flew by. You were learning a lot, especially from Harry. He made sure to give you tips, praise, and basically everything in between. You two had so much fun and spent a lot of time cuddling together while waiting in line.
You guys got hungry after this and went to the nearby town that was having some sort of event. It was lit up with beautiful lights and snow sculptures, you were in awe at the sight. You guys walked around for a while trying to find what you wanted to eat. There were a lot of different food options as there were different types of food stalls around. You guys decided on some warm ramen from a nice anime styled food stall. You might have inhaled it because you were hungry and it was delicious or maybe it was delicious because you were hungry. Either way, it was good.
"So glad you didn't choke on it, I wouldn't know how you save you." He joked as you two finished your meal. "I don't choke, you should know that by now." You responded cheekily as you walked up to throw away your bowls. You heard little 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from some people in the group and you just know Harry's face was red without looking.
You walked back and of course, red as a tomato. He doesn't like talking about your sex life in public but he doesn't mind if you do it, he just gets a little embarrassed and you love how red his face turns. You sat next to him. "You're so cute." You gushed grabbing his arm, hugging him tightly. "Yeah yeah." He mumbled, pretending to be annoyed but you know he loves it.
After a nice meal, Harry had arranged for you two to go to a hot spring for a bit to relax. There was going to be a light show later by the snow sculptures so you two wanted to relax a bit before you met up with the group again for the festival.
Hand in hand, you two headed for a little hot spring lodge and walked in. You were greeted by a nice lady who gave you guys bathing suits and towels. You went to take a brisk shower before getting in. "Ready?" Harry asked coming out of the shower next to you before grabbing your hand. He was wearing some swimming trunks without a top. You couldn't help and stare at his topless body, his prominent vline catching your attention.
"You know, you can stare at my body anytime, right?" He said smugly catching you off guard. You blushed grabbing his arm. "Stop" You said playfully as he just let out a breathy laugh guiding you towards the spring. He had rented it out so it would just be the two of you. You were really happy about it because you wanted to spend some intimate alone time with him. Nothing sexual, just time in each other's company.
You both slowly got in. The water burning hot, not too hot where it's melting your skin but still extremely hot. Once you two got used to the heat, you sat down next to other enjoying the relaxing warmth on this cold day. Your hands in his, underneath the water. You sat in comfortable silence for about five minutes just listening to the bubbling noise.
"You know- I just wanna say, you make me extremely happy." He said suddenly. You opened your eyes as you had them shut since the warmth had you in a comfortable state.
"You make me happy too." You responded back turning to look at him. "I know we haven't had much time to spend together lately but I just want you to know that, I love you deeply and I would spend every second of the day with you if I could." He said pulling you on top of him. You floated onto his lap and got comfortable quickly. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I know that. I get that your busy. I don't mind it. I know you're passionate about the things you do, I'm just happy I get to see you live your dream." You said brushing his cheek. He pecked your lips, staring at you and letting out a deep breath. "You're just amazing." He said pulling you closer. "So are you." You said, your forehead against his. You two sat in eachothers arms for quite a while just enjoying being near eachother.
Your body was as wrinkled as a prune once you were done. You didn't want to leave the warmth of the spring or Harry for that matter but it was time to head towards the festival and meet up with the group. You dried off and watched as Harry dried himself with a towel. "You can't stop staring at me, can you?" He said with a chuckle as he noticed you staring again. You blushed and rolled your eyes.
"Well, can you blame me?" You said cheekily pointing at his body. "I mean I'm not that fit." He said with a huff. "What!? Have you seen yourself!? You're literally sculpted like a god!" You exclaimed walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Only you could see me as perfect." He said wrapping his arms around you, kissing your forehead lightly.
After that little moment, you two hurried, putting on your clothes and drying your hair. You made your way back towards the small town where the festival was being held. You were lucky that you guys went on holiday in time for this festival. Once you arrived you saw the spectacle that was the light show. The snow sculptures were lit with lights inside, creating a beautiful effect and there were fairy lights all over the place, creating a nice, warm atmosphere. The sun set quickly and darkness took over, leaving you in an array of vibrant colors illuminating the way.
You eventually found the group and you guys sat around a small campfire. You bundled up with Harry as a few others went off to bring some beers for the group. It was cold, but the roaring fire in front of you guys warmed you up quickly. You guys, sat around chatting about anything and everything. Harry had his arm wrapped around you the entire time, not wanting to let you go, even for a second. You drank your beers, the cold liquid matching the cold temperature nicely. You were becoming slightly tipsy so the night began becoming a blur.
What you do remember fondly is the way Harry kissed you when the fireworks went off towards the end of the night. As you two walked around the path, taking in the large snow sculptures in their entirety, fireworks began setting off, causing you to jump. Harry placed his hand on your lower back, reassuring you. You turned to face him, his face illuminated by the colorful fireworks. "You're so beautiful." He said caressing your cheek. You smiled widely at him as his arm made his way around your waist pulling you closer.
His lips on yours as firework abruptly not only above you but inside you. An immense feeling of happiness overwhelmed you as you continued kissing. Your lips moved against his passionately as your hands found their way towards his golden locks. You heard a picture being snapped and pulled away turning towards the sound. Ethan had taken a picture of you two kissing.
"Such a lovely picture of the beautiful couple! Dont you think, Faith?" He said showing his phone towards his wife.
"Absolutely stunning picture. This is definitely a keeper." She snickered. You rolled your eyes at them feeling the blood rush towards your cheeks. You looked at Harry, as red as you and you two just laughed it off.
There was also a nice moment where you two stumbled upon a snowman making area and you were raving about how yours and Harry's looked way better than anyone elses. Realistically, it was a lopsided mess that looked as if it were in a car accident but it was made with love so you didn't care. Harry had named it 'Ronald' and you, of course took many pictures of your precious child.
The night quickly ended after that and you all retreated to the warm, comfy beds of your rooms. You dressed in warm, comfy pjs and Harry into some pj pants and a random tshirt. You both plopped into bed, putting on a random film. The night ended as sleep took over and you laid there in the arms of the love of your life.
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A/n
Hey guys, sorry for taking such a long break. I've realized that I think I get writers block every other month since this is the second time this happened. If this continues then maybe I'll have to take a month off every other month to refresh. Sorry again for this request taking forever but I finally got ideas again and I will be updating this entire month!
Another thing is, I had decided on a Dubai holiday but after speaking to my coworker who is an actual author (that was so crazy to learn), she said I should make it a cute winter holiday and I loved it. Most of the activities are based off the sims 4 snowy escape expansion because I had no clue what actual activities one does as I've never gone on holiday. The festival of lights and the hot spring was heavily inspired from that so I hope it was alright!
Okay, well thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
hey guys! i would like to ask for my future fics. are my story seem repetitive and too long? i would like an opinion from my reader so that i can fix it😭
following episode five of 'inside' — george clarke x fem!reader
by any means i do not own 'inside' and all credit is theirs (!!)
(… just read and see… but apparently i grinded out this many words idk how i did that ANYWAYS)
(ps. i will warn u that this is my favourite taylor swift song, if that’s not a big enough hint then we'll find out xx)
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“Who’s taking the first shift y’all?” Jason questioned as the room consisted of two chairs facing CCTV screens. You groaned as you realised what the challenge was and the lack of sleep you would get as a result.
George and Jason were given the first shift. George let go of you and leant in to press a kiss against your cheek, but as he crouched down to do so, you turned your head to face him which caused him to accidentally peck the corner of your mouth.
Both of you jumped back in surprise and your faces flushed red, “Oh, God! Y/N, I’m sorry!” George laughed and held your face which was stucken with a shocked facial expression and held back the opportunity to burst out laughing.
“Jesus, George!” Jason groaned, “Kiss your girlfriend goodbye later, we’ve got money to save!” You shoved George towards the American and wished him good luck, linking arms with Milli and walking out the room.
George sat down and pulled on the high vis jacket, “I think we’re gonna be okay. We’ve got the first shift.” Jason nodded, “Yeah, we’re good.”
George placed his hands on the table, mind still reeling from accidentally nearly kissing you moments before, “We seem to understand the rules. I think we might be losing a lot of money tonight.”
Jason rocked on his chair and smirked, “How about this?” George glanced over at him, “Do you fancy anyone in that room?”
George rolled his head back with a smile, “Come on, man. You know the answer to that.” He laughed as Jason hit his shoulder. “When are you gonna make a move on her, dude?”
George shrugged his shoulders and gestured with his hands, “I don’t know, everytime I try to in this fucking house people always walk in!” He furrowed his brows and shook his head while laughing.
Jason smacked the table through his laughter, “Swear down, brother. Put a note on the door or something, get down with her, and none of us will interrupt you! We’re all waiting for it!” George covered his face as his cheeks grew a shade red, Jason’s teasing getting to him.
George chuckled, “Just blokes being blokes, chatting about girls.”
Out of boredom, the boys decided to switch seats and Jason asked, “What temptation would you take? What if it said, ‘George, sign the contract?’”
George lifted an eyebrow, “They wouldn’t risk that.” He laughed at his own joke (as per usual) “Uh, I think a sleeping pill.”
“Immunity. That’s the only one. Yeah.” George decided, his legs kicked up on the desk as he shifted in his chair. Jason nodded at his answer, “Why’s that?”
George sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Because I could be in here longer with her.”
Jason covered a smile with his hand, “Really?” George nodded and stared forward, thinking about you. What were the chances you were fast asleep on the floor right down, curled up in his hoodie that he gave you. Were you also still thinking about how close you two had been to kissing; which time? He mentally cursed himself for the dozens of cameras and people who constantly decided to tune in at the worst timings.
“I’m doing this all for her now, ever since I saw her enter on that first day.” George admitted, “If I have the chance to be in here as long as I can and enjoy… whatever we’ve got on at the moment with no pressure from the outside world; I’m gonna take it, man.”
Jason patted George on the shoulder, “To be in love, huh?” George jokingly rolled his eyes and shoved Jason’s hand off him.
“How about at the start of the next four minutes, you name 100 women.” George laughed, “Your top 100 women and then at the start of my four minutes, I then name my top 100 women.” The duo laughed and nodded their heads.
George started, “Okay, Biff from the Biff and Chip books. Uh, I’m gonna go for Hermione Granger.” Jason agreed with that one and started laughing. “Why are you laughing, man?” George asked through chuckles.
“I’m waiting to hear Y/N’s name.” He smiled. George winked at him, “Oh, don’t you worry, Jason. I’m saving my girl for top spot.” He licked his lips and cockily shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in the chair.
The screen in front of them changed, “Next on shift is Whitney and Mya.” George read out loud, “We have to go get them. That is… Oh, fuck.” George muttered and quickly stood out of his chair, Jason following suit and sprinted out of the room with the boy, shouting “Whitney and Mya!”
You jumped as you heard loud footsteps bounding down the hallway, sitting up abruptly from your uncomfortable seat on the floor sitting in between Milli and Cinna. Standing up, you saw George flinging off his high vis jacket and tossing it at Mya as she caught it.
George found himself gravitating towards you, his shoulder brushing yours as you stood opposite Jason, him explaining what had just gone on. “We didn’t have temptation. We were just talking about women.”
Your eyebrows shot up, “Women?” Jason laughed at you, “We were doing, like, name 100 women in four minutes. Don’t worry, Y/N, George put you first.”
“Jason, you don’t tell her that!” George groaned and covered his face with his hands, turning away from the group in hopes they didn’t see his blushing face. Farah burst out laughing with you and you both pointed at George’s embarrassment.
“Wait, Jason! What did he say?” Farah exclaimed. Jason smirked and recited George’s words, “I’m saving my girl for top spot.”
DDG barked out in laughter as Farah wheezed next to you, as you giggled and covered your mouth. You walked over to George and wrapped your hand around his bicep to pull him close to you, his face hovering over yours as his height towered over you. “I think it’s sweet.” You mumbled for only him to hear.
He pulled his face out of his hands and looked at you, he pulled you into a tight hug and swayed the pair of you as the others in the room conversed. George tilted his head down to your ear, “God, I hope we get chosen to go on watch soon because I need to be with you alone for once.”
Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and you couldn’t help the grin from spreading onto your face as George’s breath tickled your face and the manner of his words sent a rushing feeling into your stomach.
Some time had passed and you hadn’t been called in to watch for the night yet. The challenge was painfully slow and you found yourself drifting off ever so slightly. You were sitting on the sofa with George and Milli was sitting on the beanbag on the floor, opposite you.
Your head was leaning on George’s shoulder and his arm was draped on the back of the sofa. The position was a little uncomfortable as George’s shoulder was a lot higher than you could reach; groaning, you readjusted yourself and tried to get somewhat comfy.
“What’s wrong?” George asked, seeing you shuffle away from him. You sighed, “I can’t get comfy.”
George nodded and eyed you, “Come here.” He tapped his thighs. Tilting your head, you questioned him. “What?”
Suddenly, George pulled your figure onto his lap, adjusting you so you sat with you back against his but your legs could be sprawled out on the sofa where you had just been sitting. He snuck his arms around your waist and tugged you tight against his strong chest, hands slipping underneath your shirt and his cold hand settled on your stomach.
“That better?” He whispered from behind you. You nodded contently and leaned your head back to rest against his shoulder, having a better height advantage now you were at his level. “Much better.”
You heard Milli scoff from opposite you, “Jesus, if we’re gonna be here a while; please keep the PDA to a minimum, I don’t wanna look over in a minute and see you two humping each other.”
Others in the room who heard Milli’s outrageous statement covered their mouth to suppress a laugh, while you lifted your hand and flipped her off without sparing her a second glance, but understood that she saw it as her giggles rang around the room.
You found yourself dozing off in George’s comfortable hold; the position familiar as you had spent all but one night attached to him in this house. The soft rise and fall of his chest against you helped your eyes flutter closed, and his fingers rubbing small patterns into your skin sent a chill down your spine.
The blaring alarm noise and the lights beaming red caused you to jolt up on George’s lap, your hips accidentally grinding against his in the process which went unknown to you.
You looked in front of you to see Milli had gone and Cinna’s presence in the room had disappeared too. You blinked in surprise as you tried to calculate how long you had been out for.
Upon realising you had lost money as Milli and Cinna hadn’t reached the room in time, you tossed your head back and readjusted yourself on George’s lap again. George’s hand suddenly found your hips to halt your movements and he suppressed a groan by hiding his head in your shoulder, “Fuck, don’t do that.”
You turned around to face him in confusion until you felt something digging into your thigh. You hid your laughter and shook your head at him, “Fucking hell, George. There’s a time and a place.” You teased him.
He groaned again and mumbled, “I can’t help it.” His strong hands situated you on his lap for full coverage, now fully aware he was in a room full of cameras and couldn’t handle people and the public seeing something so embarrassing from you simply sitting on his lap.
Meanwhile in the watch room, Milli and Cinna sat looking at the cameras.
Milli nudged Cinna and pointed at the camera which was facing you and George in the main area, his arms wrapped around you and his head tucked into the crook of your neck. “Why can’t they just shag and get it over with?” Milli laughed.
Cinna whipped her head around and nodded wildly at Milli, “Literally! I’m just waiting to wake up and see an open condom wrapper chucked in the middle of the bedroom!” They both laughed and wheeled their chairs around to inspect the scene at hand.
They watched as you tried not to laugh and ran your hands through George’s mullet while he dared to show his face. “What’s she laughing at?” Cinna tilted her head.
Milli shrugged, “I don’t know.” They realised it had nothing to do with anyone else in the room as your attention was solely on George, yet he didn’t want to remove his face from hiding behind you.
The girls raised their eyebrows as you hopped to get up jokingly, only to be yanked back down on George’s lap immediately and his arms wrapping around your waist tighter so you couldn’t pull a stunt like that again.
Their jaws dropped as they saw George’s flushed face peek out from your second departure, “George! You dirty dog!” Milli yelled and Cinna covered her mouth to not burst into laughter.
“We’re never letting him live this down, right?” Cinna raised a brow at Milli. “Never.” The blonde girl confirmed.
The screen in front of them changed and said ‘George and Y/N’. The pair jumped up and screamed, “George and Y/N!” as they rounded the corner.
You head shot up from teasing George upon hearing your name, “Shit!” You cursed and stood up quickly with George still attached to you. “Oh, you’re joking.” George murmured as he tried to conceal his issue by waddling behind you as you tried to make a sprint for the room.
The entire group laughed at him, “George, you can let your girlfriend go for one second!” George shook his head and refused to look at them as they luckily hadn’t realised the need for George to keep his lower half hidden, “I can’t!”
Milli and Cinna passed you and George on the way to the room, seeing the predicament up close caused them to double over in laughter. The two girls walked back into the main area holding onto each other and giggling.
“Young love, am I right?” PK gestured to where you and George had left the room. Milli’s brows raised, “If that’s what you want to call it.”
“What did you say?” Mya asked. “Nothing!” Milli and Cinna said at the same time, but not without looking at each other with a mischievous glint in their eye first.
You and George entered the room and quickly entered the code in, sighing in relief as the timer reset.
George stood back from you while his hands still rested on your waist, you heard him sigh and leaned down to catch his breath. You turned in his hold and sent a cheeky smile his way. “Don’t even.” He grumbled, shaking his head.
You laughed, “Well, I can’t pretend it didn’t happen, George. I felt it--” “Alright! Alright!” He cut you off and sat down on the chair, crossing his legs.
You followed suit and sat down in the other chair, “I’m flattered, really--” “Fuck off, Y/N.” He laughed and shook his head.
The pair of you sat in silence for a moment, comfortable in each other's presence. George groaned, “I swear if Netflix put this in the show…” You looked at him and giggled, sliding your chair closer to his so there was no space between them.
George looked intently into your eyes, “I meant it, you know.”
Your eyes flickered from his own to his lips, “I know.”
The two of you stared at each other and found yourselves growing closer, neither of you realising you had leant in at any time. “I’m just waiting for you to make a move.” You whispered and never broke eye-contact with him.
George’s smirk grew and he leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the room before they landed on you, “We’re alone. No one’s in here.” He licked his lips and pulled your chair against his.
You nodded with a grin, “Just us.”
George’s hand brushed a stray hair away from your face and cupped your cheek, his face leaning into yours. “No interruptions.” He whispered as his eyes flickered down to your lips.
You hummed in agreement, mind frazzled from his face being so close to yours and the knowledge that no one could interrupt this moment. George swallowed and shook his head, “Fuck, Y/N.”
His lips connected softly with yours, sighing into the kiss and his unoccupied hand finding home on your waist. Your hands wound into his mullet and tugged his face closer to yours as his mouth opened to deepen the kiss.
He pulled back for a moment, “God, I’ve waited so long for this.” You were about to respond but he pulled you back in for a searing kiss, his fingers digging into your waist and his thumb stroking your cheek.
Your hairs round to cup his face, feeling him groan into the kiss as you traced his jaw and pulled his face closer to yours. His breath quickened and he wanted to be as close to you as possible, hands pulling your figure tight against his that you were practically back sat on his lap.
His lips parted from yours and you began to protest, but the words died on your lips as his connected with your neck. You sighed and tilted your head back to allow him better access which he appreciated, pressing your body against his and his mumbled praises got lost in translation as he littered kisses along your neck.
Your hands tugged at his hoodie, biting your lip to quiet yourself as George’s lips never parted from you. You lulled your head back and glanced at the screen for a moment, this time it read: ‘Jason’.
“Shit!” You shouted and pulled George off of you, pointing at the screen as he yelped out, “What? What?” His eyes widened and he jumped out of his seat, hand attached to yours as the pair of you shouted for the American’s attention.
You sprinted back into the main area as Jason passed you, out of breath and cheeks flushed (not for the reasons the other Insider’s thought).
DDG tilted his head, “Why were you gone for so long?” Your head snapped to him, “Were we long?” You furrowed your brows.
PK nodded with squinted eyes, “Yeah, you two had like an extra 2 minutes than everyone else.”
Beside you and hand in hand with, George shrugged nonchalantly, “Take that up with the Sidemen, we didn’t know.” That answer seemed justifiable according to everyone else as they returned to their previous conversations.
You sighed in relief and felt a tug on your hand, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” George said to you, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head before strolling out the room.
You tried to contain a smile and fell back onto the sofa that Milli was sitting on, the blonde girl already looking at you with a knowing look, “What’s got you all smiley?” She tilted her head.
You raised your brows, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You couldn’t look her directly in the eye because you knew your face would give everything away.
Milli tutted and leaned in to whisper to you, “Maybe George’s boner or your little hickey forming there can give me more detail.”
Your mouth dropped open and gasped loudly in the quiet room, causing everyones head to snap around to you. “You alright, Y/N?” Whitney asked. You nodded quickly with bright red cheeks, “Yeah! All good here!” She nodded with a confused face.
You turned back to Milli who was sipping out of her bottle, before facing you and dusting her clothes off, “Your secrets safe with me.” She winked and walked away from you sitting gobsmacked on the sofa.
interview!
“Well, that challenge was… something! I’m happy that I, personally, didn’t lose any money but I can’t say the same for everyone else. But, who cares? We all need to sleep for 10 hours straight now!”
“I’m feeling good about the last few days, with George, with everyone… It's all good. I feel like I’ve sort of solidified my friendships here now. I’m definitely closest with George--”
“Yeah, physically!”
“Shut up, Milli! Anyway, I’m closest with George, Milli and Cinna. They’re like my little quad, we’re like the group from The Hangover; I’m Bradley Cooper, of course, being the sexiest!”
“Oh my God! I didn’t feel like the lights would ever go off!” George exclaimed as you entered the room after the long day (and night).
You settled into bed again, a shirtless George already laid underneath the covers. The pair of you hadn’t spoken since the kiss, and neither had made a move to bring it up.
You shuffled under the covers and pulled it up to your chest, resting on your side and facing George who was already looking at you.
George’s arms were open for you to cuddle into, and seeing this made you smile with a blush coating your cheeks before you obliged. You curled into his figure and tangled your legs with his, George’s hand resting on the back of your head as it tangled in your hair.
“Y/N?” He whispered. You shifted to tilt your head up and look at him, “Yes?”
He licked his lips, “I’m serious about this, about us.” You cleared your throat and lifted your hand to stroke his cheek, “Me too. I don’t wanna mess this up.” His head leaned into your touch and his face softened.
He slowly nodded at you with a bashful smile etched across his face in the dim light, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” He decided for the pair of you, seeing your eyes fight to stay open as the tiredness crept up on you.
You leaned up and pressed a kiss against his pink cheek, “Night, Georgie.” You rested your head against his bare chest and intertwined your hand with his. “Night, Y/N.” He whispered, hearing your breathing even out as you fell asleep in his comfortable hold.
time skip!
You woke up around 11:00 the next day, face buried in George’s chest and his arm wrapped around you if he didn’t want to let you go. You peered up at him in your sleepy daze, him being wide awake and his other arm tossed behind his head, flat against the pillow.
He noticed you shift in his hold, looking down at you and brushing a stray hair away from your face. You blinked some of the sleep out of your eye, looking around the room and seeing that it was just you and George in bed, everyone else’s had been void of who owned it.
You lifted your hands and rubbed sleep out of your eyes, “Where is everyone?” Your voice croaked out. George looked at you, “All getting ready for the day, I just didn’t want to wake you up.” He explained his reasoning for staying in bed with you.
You appreciated his gesture and shifted to press a sweet kiss on his cheek, “You’re adorable.” He blushed and ruffled your hair. “Come on.” You pulled at his hand and helped him out of bed alongside yourself.
You ran your hands through your hair to brush out any knots that had formed in your snooze, stretching your limbs and yawning in the process. George reached down to the end of his bed and pulled on his t-shirt he had discarded the night before; not without you sneaking a subtle glance at his torso before it was hidden from your sight.
The alarm to signal lunch was ready to collect from the shop made your head perk up and caused you to sprint out of the room and collide with Milli as she walked the same way, “Morning, Sleeping Beauty!” She grinned at you and linked your arm.
The pair of you skipped down to the shop clad in your tracksuits, “Oh, yay!” Milli said as the doors opened and revealed your lunch. Picking up the pot, you groaned, “I’m never getting used to this food, it’s rancid.” You inspected the items inside.
Milli agreed with you and ventured off to see the new items in the shop, “Oh my God.” She breathed out.
“There’s lube on there!” You turned your head round to see George entering the room, his figure covered in a beige jumper that suited him a bit too well.
You followed George’s eyeline and saw what Jason said out loud, “Lube for £200.” He laughed and walked over to the food.
George positioned his body behind yours and let his hands drift to your hips, squeezing them lightly as he said, “I’m down for some lube.” In doing so, George had leant down and said this so his words brushed your ear; his fingers teasing the joggers that rested on your hips.
“You’re so stupid, George.” You laughed and shook your head, but didn’t make a move to shove him away as you normally would.
George’s chest vibrated against your back as he laughed. His head was still beside yours as he whispered, “Wasn’t what you said last night, beautiful.”
Your cheeks burned red as you recalled your kiss last night on duty, how his lips peppered kisses down your neck; and how far he would have gone if it wasn’t for being in the middle of a challenge.
The sound of Farah cursing the Sidemen brought you out of your George-infiltrated mind, momentarily pausing your inappropriate thoughts you knew your friends would mock when the show aired. “You think this is a motherfucking joke…” Farah gasped, holding her iced tea in a huge block of ice.
As you offered Farah some help and advice with how to tackle her ice-issue, you didn’t notice George walk towards the camera in the corner of the room, stare at it for a moment and spare a glance your way, “I would like to confirm one portion of lube, please.”
You looked his way in time to see him turn away from the camera sporting a proud smile. “Oh God, what did you buy?” You groaned knowing he was up to no good.
George just shrugged and scooped his spoon into his lunch, grinning while stuffing his face with the salad. Cinna looked at him and sighed in realisation, “You bought the lube, didn’t you?”
George happily nodded, his smile widening. You and Milli both looked at him with your mouths dropped open, “Want to fondle yourself, you sad, sad prick.” Milli tilted her head at George.
George’s gaze flickered from her to you who stood behind Milli. Noticing this, Milli turned around to be met with the sight of you and quickly snapped her head back to George, sticking her thumb out in your direction, “Want to fondle and get down and dirty with Y/N, you filthy bastard!” She exclaimed at his boldness.
Your cheeks blushed pink, “Milli, what the fuck!” You said through a mouth full of salad, shocked by her way of wording.
George simply laughed, not denying the statement and walked away from the scene. Milli followed, “Just because you have a mullet doesn’t mean you have to act like a guy with a mullet.”
He found himself drifting towards you, “What’s that even mean?” George said. You sighed and brushed shoulders with him, avoiding his teasing smile as you suspected his purchase had something to do with you.
The door opened and proudly presented George’s confirmation of lube. “Hey!” He cheered and gestured for you to follow him as he picked up his item. “Oh, look Y/N, it’s tingling lube.” His eyes squinted as he read its description.
You tilted your head, “Why did you single me out, George?” You said through a chuckle. George licked his lips and nudged you with his shoulder, “Well, it’s not exactly a one person job, Y/N.” He winked.
You scoffed a laugh as Jason slapped George on the back, “Get in there, man!” You shook your head at the boys and made your way for the shop’s exit. “I just wanna feel something.” George shook the bottle.
“Wait, Y/N!” You heard his voice call out, you poked your head back into the room, “Tingling lube, cheeky and fun!” He flipped the bottle so you could read what he was saying.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” You muttered and left him and his lube in the shop.
time skip!
“We’re just lubing everything up now.” George turned and squirted some of the lube on the table. “Y/N, look at the lube.” Mya said to you, making you lift your head from your lunch as you see George reach for your bottle.
He placed your bottle on the ping-pong table and slid it across where he had spread the lube, only for it to fall off the table as it reached its end. George covered his mouth to suppress a laugh and turned to you, “Aren’t you impressed, Y/N?”
You blinked, “Not really, no.” You bit back a smile through your deadpan tone of voice.
George pointed at you, “You’re next, Y/N.”
“Whoa!” The whole table erupted in surprised and shocked sounds, George’s eyebrows rising and he covered his mouth quickly after realising what he had just said and how it had come out.
You sat there in shock and eyes wide, “I’m what now?” Milli laughed and hid her head in your shoulder to not be too loud. George stuttered and waved his hands around, “No, no! I meant--”
“We know what you meant, George!” PK snorted and hit the table laughing, the girls opposite him giggling at the scene.
Luckily (for George), the usual noise rang out of the house and everyone’s attention turned to the screen which read: ‘Y/N, please come to the Temptation Room’.
“Shit.” You winced, rubbing your eyes with your hands as everyone cheered for you. “Come on, Y/N!” Milli whooped in support.
George’s hand grabbed yours, “You’ve got it.” He smiled at you and your heart raced.
You looked directly in his eyes and for a moment it felt like you were the only two people in the room, “George?” You asked him.
His heart thumped in his chest, thinking you were about to have the conversation he’s been waiting years for now, in a room full of people. “Yes?” He whispered back.
“Your hands are covered in lube.” You whispered back, gently pulling your hand out of his. “Shit! I’m sorry!” His eyes widened, rushing to grab a tissue from the table.
You laughed and shook your head at him and he frantically rubbed your hands free of the lube that coated his, “That’s not what you need when the Sidemen are about to torture you.” He said through laughs, wiping off the remaining essence.
You watched his movements in awe, not exactly the romantic scenario you had imagined but it’ll do. “Hey,” His head lifted to meet your eyes, “We’ll talk about it when I’m back.”
He knew what you were talking about; the kiss. How George had you practically on his lap and neck presented to him as he mumbled how bad he had been wanting this. He nodded his head at you, “Damn right we will.”
You laughed at him and retracted from his hold, bidding goodbyes and accepting good luck messages thrown your way, eyes locking with the door to the temptation room as it entered your sight.
“Here we go.” You whispered to yourself and pushed the door open.
The room was empty besides a plinth displayed in the centre of the room with cards stacked on top of it, and one single door against the back wall. The room was bare of any life or hope, your stomach twisted with nerves as you knew it wasn’t as simple as the room appeared.
“What the…” Your voice trailed off. Walking towards the plinth, you picked up the first card and read aloud its content.
“Y/N, behind this door is your family, friends and your dog.” Your heart stopped at the thought of them all behind the door, especially your little dog, his little face and wagging tail you missed oh so much. “You have the option to spend an hour, no supervision, with them before returning to the Inside house.”
“However, if you wish to take this you will not receive a punishment of £30K being removed from your prize fund.” Your brows furrowed as you reached the end of the card, flipping it over to see if you read it correctly, which you did.
You scoffed, “Well, I’m fucking taking it. It’s a no brainer!” You shrugged and headed towards the door, a smile growing on your face as you knew everyone you loved stood behind that door, ready to meet you once again.
“Y/N, please may you read the second card.” The voice of Josh rang out in the room, stopping you in your tracks.
You obeyed and took slow steps back to the plinth, reluctantly reaching for the second card and reading it out loud.
“We must tell you that George is also in his Temptation Room right now.” Your heart pounded in your chest, “And he has been granted the opportunity for immunity in the next round of eliminations.” You swallowed as you finished the second card, mentally begging for George to take the immunity; you couldn’t handle it if he was eliminated.
You sighed as the final card was in your sight. Picking it up, you cleared your throat.
“If you wish to give into your temptation; George’s immunity, if he wishes to take it, will not be valid and he is at risk of being eliminated in the next round.”
“However, George could reject the immunity. And you could have missed out on a chance to be greeted by your loved ones with zero consequences.”
You shook your head and knelt down, arms leaning on the plinth and your forehead rested on its edge. “You’re fucking bastards.” You whispered, trying to hold back tears as the situation became overwhelming.
George’s fate was balanced in your hands while everyone you loved stood waiting for you. You could accept and pray on the fact that George rejected the immunity and no one would be hurt, you’d simply be doing what’s best for you.
But if George had taken the immunity, and you had chosen to see your friends and family. George would be at further risk of being eliminated and you’d be betraying him and his intuition.
And if he had rejected immunity and you had rejected the huge chance you were being offered, no one wins. Everyone’s feelings are hurt and it’s every man for themselves during the next round of elimination.
“I don’t know, I don’t know.” You muttered the mantra over and over. You rubbed the brewing tears from your eyes and groaned seeing the door begging to be opened.
To make matters worse, a knock came from the door you were staring at and echoed, “Y/N? Are you there?” Emerged from the other side. You sunk onto the floor as you heard the voice of your family on the other side, inches away from holding you in a tight hug.
You hid your face in your hands and cried, unshed tears spilling into your palms as the room was engulfed in silence.
“Y/N, please make your decision.” Josh’s voice sounded out, almost sympathetically.
You really wished George had taken that goddamn immunity, every fibre of your body willed that he was walking back into the living room now, the token tight in his grip. You wanted him to stay, you needed him to stay; to be selfish for once in here and protect himself as he wouldn’t understand the lengths you would go to keep him here, with you. To be in his hold for a couple more nights, the bed being yours to share. The stolen kisses and whispered confessions that stayed between two tortured hearts, two people who had suppressed these feelings for so long that who knew being locked in a house for seven days and no access to the outside world would push you to admit that he was all you wanted. George Clarke, please take the immunity.
You stood up and sniffled, “I’m not taking it.” You turned and walked out the room, hearing and seeing the lights shut off as you ventured out.
The walk back to the living room felt longer than usual, heart pounding with each step you took; praying that you would turn the corner and see George proudly showing off his immunity token to everyone on the couch.
When you turned the corner, the couch was void of him. Everyone’s head snapped to you and your bloodshot eyes.
Milli was the first one to stand up and pull you into a tight hug, “What happened? What was it?” She rubbed your back while bombarding you with desperate questions.
Your eyes scanned the room, “Where’s George?” Cinna shook her head and stood up to comfort you, “He’s still in the Temptation Room. Y/N, are you alright?”
You shook your head and your bottom lip wobbled, “That was fucking awful.” You whispered and reciprocated Milli’s hug, tears staining her hoodie as Cinna held your hand and rubbed the back of it. Farah joined and played with the ends of your hair, “What did they do?”
Your voice broke, “It was my family, friends and my fucking dog.” Everyone’s mouth dropped open and their eyebrows knitted together in sympathy, “So, you didn’t take it?” PK asked, voice softer than usual.
You shook your head and wrapped Milli back into the hug, the blonde pulling you in tighter. “Hey, you saved £30K though, you can be proud of that, babe.” She tried to comfort you, trying to make the best out of a bad situation.
You didn’t deny her statement, preferring to lie and keep to yourself that losing £30K was never a threat in your case; rather George’s future was taunting you and your plagued mind.
The girls guided you to the sofa, letting you take up most of the space as they all drifted off for a nap, letting their minds rest as they debated George’s willpower. While everyone was confident he wouldn’t give in, you wished, for once, he would.
You couldn’t sleep a wink, your mind was running wild and your cheeks were stained with more tears that no one saw. Your bottom lip was chewed to borderline blood, heart never faltering and sniffles never persisting.
The sound of footsteps makes your heart leap in your stomach, sitting more upright on the sofa while everyone remains asleep.
George’s figure rounded the corner and your body moved before your mind could comprehend it, “Holy shit.” You muttered.
You flung your arms around George’s shoulders and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug, taking him by surprise but his hands naturally wove their way around your waist. You buried your head into his chest and let out hollow sobs, “Hey, hey, hey. What happened?” You didn’t respond to his pleas, only shaking your head and tightening your grip on him.
Everyone else woke up to his voice comforting you. “What was it?” Mya asked out loud, the other joining in with her question.
George kept his arms around you. “It was fucking horrible, man.” He swallowed and wound his hands into your hair as your face remained hidden from everyone. “I went in, and there was this plinth with a box on it, card on top.” He explained the room similar to your own.
“Read the card, says, ‘If you take this, it will cost your team £30K, but you have immunity for the next voting.’” You winced at the reminding, waiting for the punchline that he took the immunity.
“I obviously deliberated for a while, and I said, ‘No, look, if my team want me gone, they want me gone.’” Your heart dropped into your stomach. No, no… surely he took the immunity, right?
“So I put it down, tried to mic-drop out of there.” He said through a forced grin.
Your face fell against his chest, pulling back slowly and locking eyes with him. “You didn’t take it?” You whispered, cheeks flushed and eyes watering.
George shook his head at you, “No, I didn’t.”
You froze. Your head pounded with the image of your family and friends behind the door, knocking for you to see them, confide in them; but you had chosen George over them, and it had all backfired in your face.
Tears fell down your face, George furrowed his brows at you and reached out to brush them away, you gently pushed his hands away and looked everywhere but him. “No, no, no…” Your voice came out coarse, throat dry from the sickening feeling.
“Hey, what happened--” “I need to be alone.” You cut him off and scrambled out of George’s embrace, the warmth of his chest against your cheek no longer providing you with comfort; now just a mockery of what you could have had.
“Y/N.” His hand wrapped around yours before you snatched it away, “Please.” You begged him, tears welling in your eyes and forehead creasing in desperation. George studied your face with his heart clenching at your distress, he reluctantly let you go, seeing your figure bolt out the room and into the bedrooms.
time skip!
You sat in silence in the bedroom for a while, the only noise that filled the void was your sniffles and you fumbling with your makeup sat on the desk in front of you. You pulled out some makeup wipes from your bag, hands shaking as you removed mascara that had smudged under your eyes.
“That was so fucking embarrasing.” You mumbled to yourself and your reflection. You were humiliated at how you had blindly chosen George over everyone else in your life, because you were stupid enough to think you understood him and what he would do. It seemed you didn’t know George as much as you thought you did.
You felt someone appear behind you in the doorway, “Hey…” Milli said quietly, not pushing you too far due to your current vulnerability. You looked at her in the mirror, “Hey.” You whispered back and cleared your throat.
“You alright, babe?” She walked slowly towards you. You were about to lie and admit that you were perfectly fine, whereas you knew you weren’t. Opting for honesty, you shook your head, “No, Milli. I’m not.”
She sighed and sat down next to you and pulled you into a hug, “Take your time.” She rubbed your back and let you cry into her shoulder. You stayed there for a while, mind dwelling on George and his now lack of immunity, and how your throat closed up the second he confessed he didn’t have the token between his fingers.
“I wish I took it.” You whispered into Milli’s shoulder, “I wish I opened that door and saw them.” Milli winced and hugged you tighter, “I know, I know.”
“Why didn’t he take it?” You said through broken sobs. Milli furrowed her brows, “Who?”
“George. Why didn’t he take the immunity?” Milli pulled back from the hug, “Is that why you’re upset, Y/N?”
Your face fell a little bit, biting back the confession slipping from your lips. “No, no…” You backtracked, “It’s just all so overwhelming right now.” You covered your alibi. Milli seemed to buy it and smiled sympathetically at you, shifting herself closer to you and on the edge of her chair so she could comfort you.
You two stayed like that for a while, your cries settled to a stop, just bloodshot eyes exposing your inner turmoil. You had grown really close to Milli being inside this house, knowing to catch up with her outside of this place and do streams together, considering her one of your best friends now despite the chaos that ensued in this house.
“Y/N, can I talk to you?” You heard George stutter from the doorway. You didn’t look over at him, focusing your attention on the table in front of you instead. Milli looked up at the new identity in the room and reluctantly pulled her arms away from you, “Uhh,” She glanced between you two and noticed the tension, “Yeah, sure.”
“Y/N, you gonna be okay?” Milli said, hand grazing your shoulder. You looked up for once and nodded slowly, not trusting your words.
She made an exit for the room, passing George on her way out and locking eyes with him. She nodded at him as his face seemed nervous, silently wishing him good luck.
You heard George take slow steps towards you and he sat himself down on the chair that Milli previously preoccupied. From where she had shuffled her chair closer to you, George’s shoulder brushed yours but neither of you made a move to pull each other in your arms, instead letting the tension simmer in the room.
George opened his mouth to say something but stopped, lips parting and closing after. He looked at you through the mirror, seeing your tear stained face made his heart stutter in his chest. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to comfort you, but due to your lack of eye contact he assumed it would be inappropriate to do so.
You felt sick at the awkwardness in the room. You could see George trying to make conversation from the corner of your eye, but glad he restricted himself because you didn’t know if you could handle talking to him at the moment. Not that it was his fault, it was yours completely, but a part of you hated him because you perhaps didn’t know the person you loved as much as you thought.
“I took it.” George broke the silence.
Your head snapped to face him, seeing his anxious face properly for the first time today; heart dropping as you could practically see his mind racing behind his head.
“What?” You expected him to be messing with you, but his face was etched with seriousness and looked you dead in the eye. He wasn’t lying. “Please tell me you’re serious.” You whispered.
George nodded at you, “I took the immunity.”
You stared at him in shock, every feeling you felt was overstimulating your poor mind. George watched your reaction with nerves swarming his stomach; would you think he was selfish for taking it? Would you call him a traitor and storm out the room? Did he do it for all the right reasons?
“Thank fuck.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes with your hands. You lulled your head back and felt like crying again as all the tension dropped out of your shoulders, relief flowing through your body.
George’s eyes widened, “What does that mean?” His eyes followed you and your body language.
You took your hands away from your face, tilting your head to look at him and bit back a soft smile. “Mine was about you.” You admitted.
George furrowed his brows and his breathing got quicker, “What was about me?”
“The Temptation Room. It was about you, George.” You smiled through your watery eyes, his confused expression not mirroring yours of relief.
“I’m gonna need you to explain, Y/N. I don’t understand--” “I wouldn’t have lost £30K.” You cut his ramble off, slowly guiding your hands closer to his that your fingertips brushed.
George’s silence was your prompt to go on, “They put me in a room with the option to see my family, friends and my dog.” “But he’s with--” “Chris. I know.” You finished his inquiry.
“They said I could see them and not lose £30K.” George furrowed his brow, “Why didn’t you take it?”
“If I had accepted, it would have made your immunity invalid.” You confessed, winding your hand into his, his warmth spreading across your body.
“But you didn’t know if I had taken it yet.” George intertwined his fingers with yours. You nodded at him, “I know. I did it for you.”
George’s mouth dropped open just slightly, eyes searching yours as your confession slipped past your lips. You had never intended to tell him this, but after his admission, you couldn’t let it go unspoken.
The more the silence extended and the longer it took for him to respond made your heart sink a little bit, scared you had said too much; exposed yourself and let him understand the lengths you would go to for him.
“I did it for you, too.” George finally responded.
Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence, “What?” You blinked at him.
George bit back a wide grin, licking his lips and tightening his grip on your hands, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
“If I knew I had the chance to be in here with you as long as possible, I knew I was gonna take it.” He started and shuffled closer to you, he took it as a good sign when you didn’t move away from you. “I’ve liked you for so long and if I knew I could be safe from elimination in the next round, all my time could be spent with you.” His hand lifted to cup your face.
“And after our kiss last night,” Your cheek burned under his touch. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. Everything about you, Y/N.” He whispered, heart sinking at your silence, “Please say something.” He pleaded.
Instead of saying anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his harshly. He grunted in shock and quickly settled into the kiss, hand rounding to the back of your head and tangling in your hair, pushing your face closer to his. George tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips. You sighed at the contact and wound your hand through his mullet, finding yourself leaning forward to practically sit on his lap.
George noticed this and placed his hands on the backs of your thighs, hoisting you onto his lap, catching you by surprise. You yelped into the kiss which caused him to part from you for a moment, “You drive me insane, Y/N.” Your hands cupped his cheeks and you could feel his jaw moving from the intensity he was kissing you with, heat flowing through your body.
You pulled back from the kiss and his lips connected with your jaw, “George, this isn’t some joke to me. I like you so much and I don’t wanna mess this up.” You mumbled through soft sighs as his kisses increased in passion.
Parting from you, he lifted his head and rested his forehead against your own. “I’m not joking, Y/N. I’m so serious about you and this is real to me.” You smiled at him and your cheeks burned red. “Get back here, Clarkey.” You shook your head and pulled him back in for a soaring kiss, one in which he didn’t object to.
George’s hands drifted underneath your hoodie with the intention to lift it over your head. Just as you raised your arms to let him do so, you heard footsteps rounding the corner which made you and George part immediately and stand on opposite sides of the room.
Cinna’s head popped round the corner, “Do you mind if I speak to George alone, Y/N?” She swallowed and narrowed her eyes at the distance between you two, but cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
You nodded at the American with a loose smile on your face, “I was gonna get in the shower now, anyways.” You said and left the room; not without seeing Cinna point at George, “Might wanna fix your hair, George.” She said through a teasing voice. You could practically see him fumble to tame his hair with pink cheeks.
You entered the bathroom and stripped down to enter the shower, groaning in displeasure as the cold water hit your skin.
You estimated that you were in there for about 10 minutes before you heard a soft knock on the glass door of the shower. You furrowed your brows at the greeting and saw a blurred figure rocking back and forth with their hands stuffed in their pockets on the other side of the shower.
You opened the door and poked your head out to keep the rest of your body hidden, “George?”
George stood there with a teasing grin on his face, and he pointed to the shower you were in, “Cold shower?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.
You nodded at him with squinted eyes, a smile forming on your face as your mind caught up with intentions. You hummed at him while he took a step back.
As he leaned back, he turned his head in either direction to scan the area before they landed back on you once he determined the coast was clear, “Interesting.” He mumbled.
You smirked at him, eyeing his figure as he bit back a cocky grin. You raised your eyebrows at him in confirmation and he looked down to suppress his smile. Looking back at you, he quickly pulled his white t-shirt off and chucked it behind him, doing the same with his bottoms; joining you in the shower before anyone else could walk past and see what was happening.
time skip!
“Y/N, come here!” You heard Cinna’s whisper from round the corner as you sat in George’s arms on the couch. Standing up and out of his touch, you turned to George and said, “I’ll be right back.” He nodded and winked at you, subtly pinching your ass on your way out without anyone seeing. You turned back to him and flipped him off, which caused him to laugh and throw his head back.
“What’s up?” You asked Cinna as you two stood in the gym where she led you. Cinna opened her mouth to start talking but shut it with furrowed brows, eyes inspecting your shirt, “That’s not your shirt.”
Your eyes widened and looked down at the item of clothing that was way too big for you, “Yes it is.” You lied through your teeth, fingers tugging at the material to tighten it around you, acting as if it fit you.
Cinna laughed and shook her head, “Y/N, it’s massive on you. That’s not yours!” You faked nonchalance, “Definitely mine, Cinna.”
“It’s definitely not yours, Y/N.” She looked you up and down with a raised eyebrow. “How do you know that?” You tested her.
“Because it’s loose on the neckline and I can see your hickey’s poking out at the top.” Cinna tutted. You flinched and yanked the material further up your neck to hide yours and George's previous rendezvous.
“Anyway, Y/N! Something serious,” She shook her head and cut off your inner panic, “I’m working for the Sidemen.” You tilted your head in confusion, “What?”
“There will be an elimination tonight. Remember the code: 372. You can’t tell anyone, not even George.” You nodded, “I promise I won’t say a thing.” You held her hands and swore to her.
She jumped up and shook you, “Thank you, thank you! Y/N, I love you!” She cheered and sprinted out the room, leaving you laughing and strolling back to the living in which George laid.
You saw George waiting for you with open arms, ones you fell into on the couch. “All good?” He nudged you. “All good.” You confirmed and glanced over to Cinna, sending her a wink as she smiled gratefully at you.
“Hello Insiders!” The voice of Vik rang out in the room, everyone's eyes switching to the door to see him and Specs enter the living room. You all cheered at the arrival but nerves were brewing at the sudden appearance.
“We’ve got some fun for you. We’re gonna be doing a talent show tonight.” Vik announced, everyone clapping in response. He then revealed that there were free drinks downstairs, everyone jumping up and collecting their beverage of choice.
Returning to the room, Vik displayed cards in front of you all. “Behind these cards lies your fate. There is a talent that each of you will have to perform. One of them is a pair, so two of you get to do the talent together.”
You were chosen to pick a card first. You read it outloud with a bashful smile on your face, “Relationship Yoga for two people.”
Everyone cheered and pointed at George, slapping him on the back, “Come on, Georgie!” PK shouted and pushed him closer to you. George sighed with a smile on his face, “Time to simulate sex positions on Netflix.” You laughed at him and hid your face in his neck.
Being given 15 minutes of practice time, around 10 of the 5 was spent with your lips locked with George’s, claiming you needed the gym alone to ‘rehearse’.
“You’re so beautiful.” George grunted through kisses, hands gripping his shirt that clung to your back. You smiled into the kiss and parted to say, “You’re not too bad yourself, Clarkey.”
Just as he was about to reattach his lips to yours, a soft knock on the door broke the pair of you apart. Milli’s head poked through the glass in the door, “I need help.” Her muffled voice said past the door. You nodded for her to come in.
“You could do Donald Duck or Kermit the Frog, they’re animals.” George suggested as Milli entered, his arm still slung around your waist.
“Yeah, you have to just… ‘Hi, I’m Kermit the Frog.’” He said in Kermit’s voice. You glanced up at him, “So attractive.” You joked and shook your head, his elbow coming out to nudge you.
Milli smiled and nodded, “So, what have you two come up with?” Both yours and George’s smiles faltered and you looked at each other, “Uhh… we’ve got the…”
George clicked his fingers, “That one move! Yeah, we have the….” Both of your minds searched for an excuse or answer.
Milli tilted her head with a teasing smile, “Y/N, get your ass in the air and do some yoga with your boyfriend.” She winked and left the room, laughing out loud at yours and George’s flushed faces.
In the short time span, you and George had come up with a few moves. But none of them were executed without laughing or hands drifting from their original position, “George, you can’t grab my ass in front of everyone!” “It’s part of the move!” He deflected.
Entering the living room again, Vik said, “Okay, it’s time to kick off the show!”
Teased with the shop token, you looked at George and grabbed his face, “Game faces on.” He reciprocated your intensity, sporting a beer in his right hand.
Once it was yours and George’s turn, you stood up and laughed through PK and DDG’s wolf whistles as George fist bumped them on his way up.
You and George stood side by side, calming music being played in the background as you began your ‘relationship yoga’.
First of all, you simply sat back to back with George with your legs crossed, both of you giggling in the process. Everyone cheered your movement and clapped for you two, chanting for the next position. The next was George lent in a plank position, body shaking as he laughed, “You can’t laugh, I’ll fall!” You cursed at him, making him laugh even more. “Y/N, just get on!”
You copied his position on his back, this time the other way round. The pair of you shook with laughter bubbling around the room, Vik and Specs pointing and covering their faces to suppress a smile as you performed the move. You hopped off him before you could fall on your face, George letting his arms relax and lie flat on the floor.
“Last move, please.” Vik instructed. You looked at George, “Right, I’ll go into the handstand this time.” You recalled George trying to do it beforehand, obviously failing if it had reached this point.
You bent down to fall into a handstand, committing to it. Meanwhile, George wasn’t paying attention, instead facing the mockery of PK and Jason who pointed at him, “George, we saw that!” Jason shouted. “Stop looking at her ass, brother!” PK laughed loudly.
With George’s attention elsewhere, he didn’t see you in the handstand. “George!” You shouted from upside down which made his head snap towards you, catching your shin at the last minute before you fell onto your back.
Everyone screamed and laughed as George let you slowly down on the ground, “Oh my God, I didn’t see you! I’m so sorry!” He shouted apologies profusely, your laughter reassuring him it was alright. You relaxed on the floor, “Fucking hell, George!” You shook your head at him and he lifted you onto your feet, pressing kisses to your forehead, still feeling guilty despite you promising it was all good.
Vik and Specs looked at each other and deliberated, “We’ll give you two a solid 7 for effort!” You shrugged your shoulders and high-fived George, skipping back to the sofa to watch everyone else.
Once everyone was finished, Vik announced the winner. “So our winner of the Inside talent show is Milli Jo!” She stood up and jumped around in excitement. You joined her and cheered for her, “Yes, Milli!” You screamed and held her hands as she was given the shop token.
Vik and Specs left the room, leaving everyone still cheering for Milli. “So proud of you, babes!” You nudged her. “You were so good even though George nearly killed you.” “I didn’t see her!” George joined in with the conversation with mock offense, the two of you laughing at his reaction.
“Jason, you wanted a twist?” Vik popped his head back into the room.
“No!” Cinna immediately vocalised your inner thoughts, “Go away!” You and Milli said at the same time. “We can do a twist.” Vik ignored everyone. “I knew it!” Farah shouted in despair.
i'm sorry but no. so if you found my story there, it's not me. but i'll probably gonna post on wattpad. but i'm still debating bcs posting fics on wattpad gave me ptsd. i love tumblr more. i love the vibes, i love my moots.
Are there any future fanfiction that you going to write?
um future fanfiction is gonna be a .... hehehe secret! stay tuned on my masterlist. i'll probably update it on there as a coming soon. but i'm still working on the story (i'm still lazy i'm sorry)
but if you have any request, please! my request and inbox are open!
I love your fanfiction. How did you get the inspiration from?
omg thankyou sm! i feel like my fics are not that good😭
so for 'what a fool', i got it bcs of my personal experience.... (i know it's weird) but idk i think it'd make a good story
for 'closure', i literally dug my brain how to make the part 2 a happy ending, bcs i was going to make it a sad ending. i was up all night thinking how can i develop that story into a happy ending, and thank God for the moresidemen video. imo, don't sleep with your co-workers. it's just gonna end bad.
for 'don't forget', it was from demi lovato's song and i used to loved that song so much. i remember my heart was broken and i heard that song over and over again. made me cry. and that song came out when i was around elementary school? or middle school? i forgot.
for together, i saw a quote that i attached the picture of, and i thought, this would be good for a george fic's and decided to develop it. my brain hurted so much when i tried to write it bcs i made the whole bullpoint of what to write, but i was pretty proud of it.
