Addicted to You
Prompt: based on Shakira's addicted to you with George
Summary: takes place in Italy when the rumors of George modeling were going around(let's pretend he was). Reader is a make up artist.
Notes: Reader's gender is not specified, Y/N is used and i love Shakira
wc: 499
You were called up by your agency being told that you would be working with an influencer for a modeling gig in Italy. Internally you hated working with influencers they were usually so snobby. That was until you were flown to Italy and saw him. His skin was pale, did he go out much? He had a noticeable jawline and dark brown eyes, sharp eyebrows, and brown hair. Walking over you greeted him "Hello my name is Y/N, and I'm your make-up artist" as you got closer you could smell his cologne it was a fresh and clean smell. " I'm George" and with that, you started your work. 'Man, he has the perfect face'. A nervous laugh came from his mouth then you realized you had said that out loud. Blood came rushing up your neck to your face, flushed with embarrassment "sorry" was all you could mutter out " It's alright" his british accent was so heavy. His pale skin had you entrapped like a vice. his smiles were always bright and uplifting. However, George wasn't one to let his emotions shine through easily. Soon the day came that George wouldn't be modeling anymore. Sadly you had gotten so attached to him, what you didn't know was he was just as addicted to you as you were to him. On the last day while you were doing touch-ups while his cologne invaded your senses. " let's go out tonight yeah?" he whispered, and with the closeness between the two of you you could feel his breath fan on your face. The scent of the mint chewing gum he had in his mouth was all you could smell for a few seconds. "huh? sorry, I didn't catch what you said" your response was more out of shock than your lack of hearing. He repeated with a nervous smile "Let's go out tonight. You know just to celebrate the work?" "Sure George, why not?" However what you didn't factor in when saying those words were the effort that would be needed to put into an outfit. It was a casual fancy type of event? So you went with a red button-up top and black bottoms. That was fancy but yet casual, right? You could only hope. Walking into the bar you looked around for a familiar place until you heard his voice from behind. Turning on your heels you were faced with the sight of him in a very similar white button-up and black dress pants. After a little too many drinks you and George were stumbling your way back to your hotel. His hands felt so soft in yours while he was dragging you behind him. Finally making your way to the lobby and up the elevator, you are both on your floor and that's when you let it spill that you had grown quite fond of him. In the end, you were both addicted to each other finally, he let you love him as he loved you.
Shakira has me on a roll bro tf. Remember to take care of yourselves
anyways requests are open for anyone wondering.
Masterlist
