7
George wore a smile that only the devil could ever wear and it set panic into you. You had no clue how he got here or what he wanted. For all you knew he could try to kill your, or worse kill Ian and you.
"How'd you get in? Actually stop, I don't care, get out." You stepped back, eyes glued to him. You gave him no trust.
"Do you not remember last night? Man, you seemed pretty okay with seeing me. You practically melted underneath my touch. And then once we got into bed you were-" As George spoke you ignored his words. Did we really? How do I not remember this? You spaced out at as you racked your brain for last night. Nothing came to you and panic set in. You couldn't imagine yourself falling for him again after everything, maybe.
"Was I drunk? Or even coherent?" Your eyes gazed up to George. He shook his head confidence. "So, I just got weak?"
"Exactly. You know you still love me. I still love you." He walked up to you and wrapped his arms around you. They did felt comfortable and familiar, but this wasn't good. He hummed as he leaned down and kissed your lip sloppily and moved to your cheek. His lips traveled down your face to your neck. You felt yourself melting under his touch, reaching up and hanging onto his neck.
"Stop d-doing this." You spoke softly through a broken moan. His hands reached under your shirt and the contact to tour skin made you shiver. You had no clue what was overcoming you, so you instantly stopped it. Your arms feel quickly from his neck and shoved him at his chest. "Stop!" Your gaze was glued to the floor.
"Oh come on, it is so obvious you still want me."
Your eyes shot up and you started backing up, "Doesn't mean I want you back." You turned and quickly padded down the hall to your bedroom. Shutting and locking the door behind you. You crept to your ned and lied down, head sinking into the pillow. Letting out a sigh you shut your eyes and fell into a stressful sleep of mad dreams.
••••••••••••••••
When you woke up, you rubbed your face and swept your eyes around the room. You felt more tired now after your nap than before. Your brain would not stop and actively made horrific dreams. All you could remember was Ian got involved with knowing George came back and George beat him to death. Even though it was a dream, you felt like shit for dragging Ian into this.
Your eyes stopped on to suitcases that weren't yours. Jumping out of bed you walked to it and crouched down. It was George's. He came prepared. He thinks he's staying here, he had a bunch of clothes, his laptop, even his fucking camera. Don't get too comfortable. You flipped the suitcase shut and stormed out of the bedroom.
It was quiet. Television was off, lights were off, just the hum of the ac. You searched for any sign of George but nothing. You quickly went back for your phone in the bedroom.
2 new messages
George: hey i left to go hangout with Ian.
WHAT?
George: oh i also left you some lunch in the fridge, some chicken stuff i made up idk.
You felt yourself bubble with rage. How could Ian forget everything that happened and they just be buds again? You opened up your messages and texted Ian. You two had been communicating somewhat since you moved here, only because you had no clue where anything was in LA and plus you knew no one besides Ian. It was nice to talk to someone you knew.
(Y/n): Who in the hell are you? To be hanging out with George? jfc
You hit send and sat at the island in your kitchen. The phone sat face up to you and you impatiently tapped your fingers on the countertop as you waited. Ding!
Ian: You know he's here? Oh god, as he talked to you?
(Y/n): He fucking thinks he's living here. He got to my apartment last night and we hooked up. I dont know how or why but yah.
Ian: Are you fucking kidding me?
(Y/n): Dont be mad at me or him, were in a tough spot Ian.
Ian: (Y/n) I swear to god if you go back to him I will never forgive you.
(Y/n): Why should you care?
Ian: Listen, I've had feelings for you since we hooked up last year. I never said anything because I figured we should leave each other alone.
You stared at your phone wide-eyed and your head practically exploded. Ian had just confessed he had feelings for you, which used to be mutual until he ignored you for the first months you were here. He was rude towards you. And now feelings for George were creeping up. This was getting fucked up. You had no clue what to do.
Ian: (Y/n)??
Your eyes glared at the phone screen and you quickly shut off your phone and left it on the counter. You sat back and stared at the blank phone, your head was starting to pound and you could feel a pain in your chest.
Suddenly three knocks drew your attention to the front door, followed by a familiar voice.
"(Y/n), it's Ian. Let me in."
You sat frozen for a few seconds, not wanting to answer it. Until a second deep voice spoke out and your heart started beating quickly when you heard it.
"(Y/n), don't be rude. Let our guest in."
What the fuck, they're both here?