you guys, its been too long. I said I was going to post something last week and genuinely just got distracted ;-; but here is a cute little story between george x reader, I just finished Ginny & Georgia and I was a little inspired by season 3..minus murder hahaha, enjoy xoxo
George gets a call in the middle of the night only to find out his girlfriend has gotten into a bit of trouble, but ofc nobody is mad here, just cute fluff <3
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The call came at 2:46 am. George groaned, blindly reaching for his buzzing phone, knocking over a water bottle in the process. Who would call this late?
Talia.
He blinked blearily and answered. “George, hey. I’m sorry to call, but… it’s Y/N.” His body immediately tensed. “What happened?”
“She got into a bit of trouble. It’s not serious, but…” A pause. “She was drinking a lot. We tried to stop her, Gee and I. but Y/N just kind of… spiralled. And she got into it with security outside the club.” George was already sitting up, grabbing his keys. “Where is she?” Talia sighed from the other side of the line. “She’s at the police station near the club” George’s face dropped “Oh fuck, okay. Thank you, Talia” George hung up the phone and rushed out the door.
By the time he arrived at the station, the sick feeling in his stomach hadn’t gone away. Y/N wasn’t the type to act out, at least not like this. She was the glue, the peacemaker, the one who calmed him down when he was too loud or too reckless.
Seeing her sitting in the dim holding room, head down, hoodie pulled tight over their face, it twisted his stomach.
The officer gave him a look. “You George?” He nodded. “Yes Officer…?” “Kingston” replied the officer, pointing towards the paperwork that was yet to be signed. George acknowledged his patience and thanked the officer.
“She didn’t resist. Just emotional. Kept apologizing for breathing too loud, like they were trying to disappear into the floor.” The officer softened. “She’s lucky her friends stayed close. Could’ve gone a different way.” George nodded again, jaw tight.
“Hey,” he said quietly when they let him in. Y/N looked up. Her eyes were red, cheeks blotchy, makeup smudged like shadows beneath their eyes. “I’m so stupid,” Y/N whispered.
“No, you’re not.”
“I couldn’t stop crying. I don’t even know why. It just hit me out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to mess everything up.” George crouched in front of her. “You didn’t mess anything up. You broke down. That’s not the same thing.”
Y/N blinked rapidly. “Everyone thinks I’m the one who has it all together. But lately I feel like I’m one loose thread away from unravelling.” George didn’t speak. Just reached for her hands, wrapping his fingers around hers. “I didn’t even want to go out tonight,” Y/N admitted, voice cracking. “But I didn’t want to be alone either.”
“You should’ve told me” He said softly. “I would’ve sat on the floor with you and eaten cold noodles and listened to whatever sad playlist you had on repeat.” Y/N let out a shaky laugh, wiping her eyes with her dirty sleeve. “Here darling, let me help you.” George reached to Y/N’s face
“I’m sorry,” they murmured again. “You shouldn’t have to come rescue me.”
“I would do it every damn time,” George said. “No questions asked.”
They were quiet again, and then Y/N asked, “Do you think I’m broken?” George’s heart clenched. “No,” he said firmly. “I think you’re human. And I think you’ve been holding too much alone for too long.”
