INSIDE MY HEART pt1 ౨ৎ george clarke
summary: you are an influencer from london who has been invited to come onto the sidemens show "inside". you assume it will be boring && expect nothing of it until you meet the man of your dreams.
content warnings: none for this part !
author’s note: PINK: YOU & BLUE: GEORGE!! i have never uploaded from my phone before so expect this to be messy and ugly - _ - , however !! i am so excited to start writing and i hope u loev it <3 if u do, there will be more parts incoming !! reqs open
This feels like prison. In fact, you’re ninety percent sure prison would be less depressing.
You really need to learn how to say no to people. You’ve been close friends with the Sidemen for a few years now, so you trust them with everything.
After this, you’re never trusting them again.
The set that you’re in—which looks like a house from the camera angles—is mostly purple. It’s colorful, bright and enthusiastic, yet so depressing.
There’s not a single noise around you besides your own feet shuffling out of the elevator and the camera crew around you murmuring under their breath.
You drag your small suitcase lazily behind you, looking around the room silently. There’s a metal detector, which is never a good sign, and a conveyor belt that you assume will take your things away from you.
You frown, glancing down to the stickers on your suitcase. You can’t believe you have to part ways with your stuff. Your hair brush, your clothes, your phone.
This is a great opportunity, but damn is it a difficult one.
You step through the metal detector, grimacing when the alarm rings through your ears. Such a random thing to add to the set.
Then, you pick up your suitcase and place it on the conveyor belt. You give it a small wave, which will be a little awkward to witness when you watch the show months later, but it’s sad.
Besides, the crew told you to make up a conversation with yourself. Apparently you’re the first one to arrive.
Always a joy.
“All of my fans are here.” You say, glancing around the hallway.
There’s nobody there. Ha ha.
You glance up to the cameras on the wall, side eyeing each one as you give yourself the grand tour. You cannot believe that this is your house for the next seven days.
It’s been ten minutes and you’re already ready to leave.
“Could have at least added some music. This is so depressing.” You sigh, throwing your hands up in the air to emphasise your point.
Next up are the bedrooms. Calling them horrifying would be an understatement. They’re outrageous.
It looks like something out of Harry Potter. Except instead of being in Gryffindor, you’re in a fucking prison cell.
You sink down onto your chosen bed, lightly bouncing on the mattress to test the level of comfort it offers. You’re disappointed, but not surprised.
The sheets are dry, the mattress is a brick, and the pillows are so thin and rough that you fear you might cry.
Or become severely sleep deprived.
Or both.
“Couldn’t imagine being a murderer. Imagine having to sleep on something like this for your entire life. Just not worth it, really.” You shake your head, smoothing down the white sheets beneath you.
“Do I at least get a pen pal?” You sound a little crazy, and you’re not too sure why you’re dragging on this conversation with yourself.
Most of it will get cut anyway.
ROOM 19: Hi, I’m y/n, I’m 24 and I make videos on the internet. Mostly youtube, but I do dabble in tiktok and twitch sometimes.
You take a quick look into the bathrooms, which unironically seem to be the fanciest part of the house.
Then, you flop onto the couch in the main room with an exaggerated oof sound. You swing your arm over the back of the couch, drag your nails across the pillows, and sigh dramatically.
ROOM 19: I have a small spending addiction on the outside, I won’t lie. Like, it’s actually kind of bad, bro. It’s mostly like—I dunno—clothes and stuff. I think I’ll do okay, though. One million is a lot of fucking money. I’m competitive, so I think I’ll be quite bossy, which a lot of people won’t like. I’ll have to tone it down a little.
You can already hear Stephen’s stupid comments about you being boring. Luckily, the two of you are good mates. Hopefully he doesn’t shred you to pieces like he will in the upcoming charity match.
ROOM 19: I’ll be fine without my phone. I think it’s the least of my worries. I’m not on it much anyway—mostly for work. I’m a lot more chronically offline than people would think. Besides, it’s good to get away from all of that stuff. The hate, the stupid comments. It’s nice to be yourself for once.
In the distance, you can hear a muffled voice. It’s deeper than yours, a lot more southern, and definitely unfamiliar.
You jump up from the couch, padding your feet across the room.
“All my fans are here! Hi guys, go on, take a picture.” You raise a brow, biting back a laugh.
That’s your joke. Thief.
You tip toe out of the main room, peeking your head around the corner.
There he is.
He’s looking around the place, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees you across the hall.
“Oh!” He laughs, meeting you in the middle and pulling you in for a hug. “Hey. I thought I was first.”
You hum, patting his back to be friendly. “You thought wrong.”
You pull away after a moment, giving him a small smile.
“I’m y/n. What’s your name?” You ask, already walking away from him to head back into the main room.
He follows quickly after you, almost like a lost pup.
“Uh–George.” He nods, smoothing down his shirt. “Looks like a prison in here.”
ROOM 19: Hi, uh–I’m George. I’m 24 and I make Youtube and Tiktok videos. I don’t really know why I’m here, I guess it’s just the perks of being best friends with KSI.
You decide to give George a tour of the house, which he happily accepts.
ROOM 19: I think this is a cool idea. Doing challenges, making friends, not going on my phone for a week. I’m not on it too much anyway. Okay, that’s a lie. Well, I can’t wait to spend two grand on a twirl or something. Nah, I’m kidding. I don’t really spend a lot of money on the outside, so I think that will stay the same on the inside. Hopefully.
“And then the bedrooms are in here. Trigger warning, they look terrifying.” You breathe out a laugh, letting him enter first.
He has the reaction you’d expect. His nose scrunches up, and he glances over his shoulder to look at you with disbelief.
“I think I’d rather sleep on the floor.” He scoffs. “Ooh, two double beds.”
George wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you shake your head. Absolutely not. You will not flirt with this man for five seconds of screentime.
“Which one is yours?” He asks, scanning them all.
You point towards your bed, and he dives onto the one beside it. Your lips straighten, eyebrows furrowed.
Your sarcastic reply is cut off when you hear screaming from the hallway. You and George share a look, before realising there are more people here.
In fact, everyone is here. They’re all in the main room, gathered on the couch.
Once you and George walk in beside each other, the room erupts into another wave of cheers.
A blonde girl comes up to you, and pulls you away from George. You don’t really mind, but the enthusiasm of everyone around you is a little overwhelming.
“Oh my god—you’re unreal. I’m Milli.” You pull Milli in for a hug, and return the compliment. She’s gorgeous, and so are the rest of the girls here.
You introduce yourself to everyone, and then you take a seat between George and Cinna on the couch. Cinna slips her arm through yours, holding you close.
“Are we the only Americans here?” Cinna looks over to Jason, who nods his head. She looks almost defeated at the confirmation.
You chuckle, nudging her lightly. “I’m like 2% american if that counts.”
She laughs, nods her head, and rests her head on your shoulder.
“Alright, me you and Jason stick together. The three Americans. Well, two and 1/50.” Cinna hums, and you’re silently thankful that some people in here are nice.
Some of them feel off. Like…fake. You won’t point any of them out, it feels unfair. It’s just the vibe you get from them—you have a feeling a few girls will be very cliquey and unfair when it comes to voting.
ROOM 19: So, there’s like two Americans in here. For some reason I was expecting more? Hopefully I don’t pick up Cinna’s accent because my friends will never let me live it down. It’s cool, though. So weird to hear the difference in accents.
“Wait—” Whitney’s voice echoes off the walls, stopping all conversations at once. You turn your head, and she glances between you and George. “What do you two do, then?”
You look over at George, silently asking him to go first. He clears his throat, shrugs his shoulders, and lets out an uncertain noise.
“Well, I started on tiktok.”
“You started on tiktok?” George nods. “Do you talk on tiktok?” He nods again.
“Why not in real life?” Whitney questions. Your brows furrow, glancing between them. George says something along the lines of should I stop? but you’re too busy glaring at Whitney to hear it properly.
“But you don’t talk in real life.” Whitney scoffs, and George shrugs.
“Been here five minutes.” You mumble. Whitney’s lips part, but her chance at a smartass comeback is quickly snatched away from her when the Sidemen slip through the door.
Right on time.
“Hello, everyone.” Simon calls, and the room erupts into faux surprise. You and Cinna cheer louder than everyone, almost deafening George.
“Welcome to a new series of Inside.” JJ gestures vaguely, and everyone claps for him like he’s some kind of royalty. “As you all probably know by now, you’ll be battling it out for a prize fund of 1 million pounds.”
You all cheer again, despite already knowing this.
“There’ll be challenges every day.” Vik explains, and Cinna tips her head back with a groan. “If you do badly in any of these challenges, money will be taken from the prize fund.”
Harry steps forward, bouncing excitedly on his heels. “As you can see, there’s nothing in here. That’s because everything in here costs money.”
Farah mocks his gesture, and everyone bursts into short chuckles.
“But you’ll be happy to know that the shop is now…open!”
People are already shuffling their way up and off of the couch, which baffles you in so many ways.
There’s no need to spend any money right now.
It’s been an hour at most.
You keep a mental note of those that are a little too eager to buy things so early, and stay seated on the couch until everyone is on their way to the shop.
The Sidemen soon leave, wishing everyone luck for the competition.
Even Cinna leaves your side to look at the shop. Unbelievable.
You trail slowly behind everyone, almost walking alongside George. You want to see what the shop has to offer, but you’re not going to buy anything.
You don’t need anything.
The shop is quite small in comparison to the other rooms, so it’s a bit tight when everyone is in there at the same time.
“I wanna buy something first, you know.” Whitney yells over everyone else.
You and George eventually make it to the shop, but you both linger at the back. There’s nothing too exciting there.
“A golden straw? What’s that, then?” Farah questions, earning no reply.
George folds his arms over his chest, watching the commotion unfold.
“Probably a straw that’s gold.” You chime in, looking in George’s direction for some sort of approval.
He smirks, but offers nothing more.
Whitney buys a pot noodle and a cup of tea, claiming she hasn’t eaten for days.
You think back to six hours ago when you, along with the rest of the cast, ate an all - you - can - eat breakfast.
“Not caving?” George chuckles, leaning down behind you to whisper in your ear.
You jump, inevitably, before regaining composure and shaking your head.
“Good. I like you.” He says.
When you turn around to reply properly, he’s gone, and you’re left with a hoard of screaming adults.
Maybe it is worth staying here after all.
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