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Padding over to the door, you peeked through the peep hole and grimaced at the sight of Ian and George together. You slid the lock and twisted the knob, a wave of uneasiness crashing through your whole body.
"Don't you look cute." George eyed you up and down as he shoved past you, leaving you with a wink. You furrowed your brows in confusion until you realized you were in boxers, a tank top, and your hair was a rats nest from the bun you wore.
Rolling your eyes you held the door for Ian as he slipped past. Awkwardness filled the room as all three of you just hung around with silence.
"So, why am I here? Considering she knows you're here?" Ian spoke up first, his dumb glasses sat on his nose as he slid them up. You still had feelings for him, but they weren't as strong. You shuffled to the kitchen counter and sat down as you were before.
"Who knows, but-"
George quickly cut you off like he was trying to hide something. "Oh! We just wanted to invite you over so we could celebrate. Ya know how everything worked out and how we're all chill again." Your head shot and you shot a deadly look at George. What the hell? Does Ian not know about yesterday night?
"Oh yeah, that makes sense." Ian. nodded as he walked into the kitchen. His hands were in his pocket and he spoke as if he was confused, but just went with it.
You sat with your head in your hands, eyes glued to George as he paced to the fridge. He took out a fee beers and offered to Ian. They both cracked them
open and chatted up with each other. Their friendship picked up from where it left off and you were boggled. You pushed hair back from your face and leaned back in your chair. "So, any plans for tonight boys?" You raised an eyebrow and gave a soft grin.
Ian shrugged and looked at George, as if he was also curious. "Stay in, get drunk. Who knows." George spoke deeply after he took a swig from his beer and you squinted at him. "What are you doing dear?" His eyes moved from the ceiling to you. They looked tired, but he also intrigued with you.
"Hmm, what you see right now is what I'm doing." You stood up and walked to the couch after you shot daggers at George. He was pushing you hard, he wanted you to say something to Ian about the night he arrived. You wondered if Ian knew about what happened, but you doubted George told him. Plopping down on the couch you turned the television on and got drowned out but your thoughts. Laying your head back you closed your eyes and drifted into a sleep. You were so exhausted, emotionally and physically and this nap was wonderful.
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You woke up to hands crawling along your legs. Eyes shooting open, they landed on George. The room was dark other than the television light. "What are you doing?" You fluttered your eyes as you cautiously watched him.
"Just want t-to enjoy you babe." His eyes were dark and alcohol aroma was clouded around the two of you. Shaking your head you pushed his hands off.
"George no, you're drunk." You started to standup and walk away from the situation, but hands grabbed your arm and you were yanked down. George was instantly on top of you and you grimaced, wiggling underneath his body. He was much larger than you but you had the power to get him off, your anger motivated it. You shot up on your feet after sliding him off you. "Stop this." He reached up and dragged you down again. His hands engulfed your face as he crashed into your lips with a sloppy kiss. You felt your body go weak, but your mind had no running across it.
"Don't call me George, your always so-so formal." A grin spread across his lips as he spoke against you. His arms slid around you and he picked you up. Trying to resist him, you threw a lunch at him and he completely ignored it. You gave one last punch at his arm and you slid from his hold.
"Stop, you're drunk and I can't hook up with you." You pushed him back and he snapped your arm up.
"Why, because I'm not Ian?" You shook your head and felt panic set into you.
"N-No, no.." Georges eyes were dark as he glared at you. "Don't bring him into this though." You felt a sudden rage grow in you. Ian was innocent, you dragged him into this whole mess, he had no reason to get in trouble. You shook your hand from his grip and stood closer into George's face. "This has nothing to do with him."
"It has everything to do with him. You still love him." Those words made you so angry because you knew it wasn't true.. Or was it? Shaking your head you looked up at George and swung a hand. You felt your emotions just overcome you and let everything go. Your hand striker his cheek and you pulled back quickly taking a step back.
George touched his face and gave you a cold look, "There you go again, hurting me as usual."
//AN\\ hey fam, so somehow the version of this chapter that I had updated got deleted and I don't know what happened, only half of it saved so I had to rewrite it.
I forgot how it was before so I tried to match it to how the last chapter and next chapter are.
So sorry if this new version is not as good but it happened so I had to fix it and I literally just woke up lmao.