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Bro looks like he’s about to ask me to let him in help me

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We have a spare room- Part 5

When all else fails, moving in with three guys will help?

You stood there for a moment, watching George walk away, his back straight and shoulders tense. It was like he’d retreated behind some invisible wall. You let out a breath, trying to shake the feeling that lingered in your chest—something like disappointment, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Shaking your head, you turned your attention back to the party. Arthur was still chatting away with the blonde girl, oblivious to the world around him. You couldn’t help but smile at how easy it was for him—how natural he was in a moment like this.

~

You were about to make your way over to grab a drink when Sabina caught your eye from across the room, waving you over with a friendly grin.

"You look incredible tonight," she said as you reached her, eyes scanning your outfit. "Seriously, everyone's talking about you."

You chuckled, feeling a little awkward under the attention. "I think they’re just saying that to make me feel better," you said, trying to downplay the compliment.

"No, I mean it," Sabina insisted. "You’re turning heads. Especially George’s."

That caught your attention. Your eyes flickered to George, who was now standing in the corner talking to Isaac, his body language still closed off, arms crossed in front of him.

"George?" you asked, your voice coming out quieter than you intended.

"Yeah," Sabina said, her voice teasing now. "He’s been watching you all night. Every time you walk past, it’s like he’s checking you out."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you forced a laugh, trying to act like the information didn’t have any effect on you. "No way," you muttered, glancing at George again. "He’s just… being George."

Sabina raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "I’m telling you, there’s something there. You should totally talk to him."

Before you could respond, Chris appeared beside you, his usual mischievous grin plastered on his face. "What’s all this about George?" he asked, clearly overhearing part of the conversation.

"I was just telling them how much George is eyeing up your roommate here," Sabina teased, nudging you with her elbow.

Chris' eyes flickered toward George, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, I knew something was up with you two," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You’re always so… *touchy* with each other."

The way he said *touchy* made your stomach churn. It felt like something heavier was hanging in the air, but you couldn’t put it into words.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. "You guys are imagining things," you said, but your voice lacked the usual conviction.

Chris just smirked, clearly not buying it. "Sure, sure." He then turned his attention to Arthur, who was still laughing with the girl. "Anyway, looks like someone’s got himself a date for the night."

"You know what? I’ll leave them to it," you said quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from George and back to the party. "I think I need a drink."

Chris shot you one last knowing glance before he wandered off to grab his own drink, leaving you standing there with Sabina, who was giving you an entirely too knowing look.

~

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, music, and too many drinks. You didn’t notice how much time had passed until the party had thinned out a bit, leaving you with just a few stragglers and the ever-present noise of the music still playing in the background.

You found yourself standing by the kitchen, staring into your drink, absently swirling it with your finger. You hadn’t seen George in a while. You figured he must have disappeared into the crowd, probably talking to someone else or making his usual sarcastic comments somewhere.

But then you heard footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. You felt it—the shift in the atmosphere as he came into your space, the way everything seemed to stop for a moment.

“Hey,” George’s voice broke through the music, rough and a little hoarse, like he had been shouting over the noise all night.

You finally turned to look at him. He was standing just a few feet away, his hands shoved into his pockets. His eyes locked onto yours, the same unreadable expression from earlier still on his face.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice coming out quieter than you expected.

There was an awkward pause between you two, the air thick with unspoken things. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze flicking to the ground before returning to you.

“You good?” he asked, his tone softer than you expected.

“Yeah, just… a bit drunk, I guess,” you said, offering a slight smile, though it felt a bit forced.

George nodded, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. There was something there, something unspoken that seemed to grow heavier the longer he stood there. You could feel the tension building between you, but you couldn’t tell if it was just the alcohol or something else.

“I’m fine,” he muttered after a few beats, shrugging a little. “Just… thought I’d check on you.”

“You’ve checked on me before, George,” you said with a light laugh, trying to deflect the tension in the air. But you couldn’t stop the words that followed. “You always check on me.”

His expression shifted. For a moment, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyes—something softer, maybe even vulnerable—but it was gone too quickly for you to be sure.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, stepping a little closer. “I guess I do.”

You could feel your heart beating a little faster, but the moment felt more heavy than anything. There was no flirty edge to it, no teasing. Just… something different between you two.

The air felt thick again, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was… *real.*

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A/N- hey guysss, thought I’d drop this randomly, also may have two more parts ready?? Should I post them tonight?? But also, I guess we’re moving fast now. Maybe #slowburn isn’t in my skill set x

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[mmkclarkey]

Clarkey’s on, feel like a proper geezer rn sipping on a cider watching the footie, life is good

[mmkclarkey]

Okay what the fucking fuck. DADDY

I said this a couple weeks ago. I take it back. I love it. The scream I scrumpt was deadly.

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We have a spare room- Part 4

When all goes wrong, moving in with three guys will help?

6 months. Half a year living with Chris, Arthur and George.

According to Chris, it was a cause for celebration, one that just insisted that you had to have a party. That’s why your weekly trip to B&M had turned into a 2 hour trip, all three of them picking out party cups and plastic shot glasses and literally anything you can find for a party.

“Whats the colour theme?” Arthur asks with a large smile on his face, looking like a child in a sweet shop, Chris following not too far behind with the trolley.

“We don’t have one, why the fuck would we have one?” George replies, laughing at Arthur’s excitement, while Arthur pulled a face at George, making his way towards him to slap the smiling man around the back of the head.

George winced and began to chase Arthur down the aisle, making you and Chris giggle while rolling your eyes.

“God can you two get any more childish?” You said quietly as they caught back up to you minutes later trying to avoid people around you knowing that you lived with these morons.

~

You finished up shopping, and after a fight with Chris over who was going to pay, him winning, you got back to the flat. Flopping down on the sofa had become a regular thing for all of you, normally trying to see who could do it first, and for once, someone other than you won.

Not that you were happy about it, but Arthur’s smile as his head hit the soft cushions was too priceless to be annoyed, even with George and Chris shouting profanities at the brunette sprawled on the sofa, legs hanging over the top, shoes still on.

~

A few hours later, you were lay on your bed after getting ready, lay carefully as not to flatten your curls at the back, or allow the short (too short) dress you were wearing to flash any of your roommates when they come into the room, which would not be the best idea if you were honest.

You hear a knock, faint on the door, making you question whether you actually heard it, but then it comes louder as you jump, saying a monotone “come in”.

Arthur comes in and dramatically flops down on your bed, making you giggle as you question why the man was in your room, not that it wasn’t a common occurrence, it’s just normally all of them together not just one roommate.

“I need your help” he chokes out, grabbing one of your pillows and screaming into it, making you chuckle, fully aware of the dramatics that came with your brunette roommate.

“Whats up? You seem cheery” you laugh sarcastically as he shoots you a glare, making it so that you fly your hands up in self defence, a shit-eating grin still on your face.

“There’s this girl yeah, and she’s coming to the party, because she got a random invite, but I might have a little crush on her, like on social media and stuff” he rambles out, looking as if he’s about to cry from whatever pickle he’d gotten himself into.

“Oh my god!” You laugh out, clapping your hands in excitement. “You are 100% taking your chance tonight I swear arthur!”

“I can’t, she won’t like me like that”

“You’re a stupidly oblivious man Arthur Hill, do you know that?”

“Fuck off”

~

The party was in full swing, people funnelling into the flat every 10 minutes or so, you greeted everyone as they came in, naturally gravitating towards the girls of the friend group, as Sabina, Chip’s fiancée reminded you of how good you look, and how half the guys there are staring.

You look across the room and spot arthur talking to a blonde girl, blushing harder than you have seen him do. Ever. The girl was smiling, laughing along with all his jokes, it was refreshing to see two people so completely enamoured by eachother; almost seeming as if there was no one else around them.

There was a clearing of a throat next to you as you turn your head to the side, George standing next to you looking at arthur and the girl. He spoke up after taking a sip of his beer.

“He looks like he’s in love”

“I know”

You both spoke at the same time.

“It’s cute” you spoke.

“It’s sickening” George laughed.

For a moment you looked at eachother, taking in your opposing views on the situation unfolding in front of you. And then you look back to arthur, letting out a little chuckle.

“You know, one day you’ll find a girl who will make you think love isn’t weird George, and that day will make every girl in the UK cry”

George looks at you, his expression unreadable as he lets out a little hum, walking away from you to go talk to Isaac, avoiding his eyes meeting yours as you shake the feeling off.

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A/N- oh I’m so sorry for how long this took! I love you all I swear, and hope you like this one, might have a cheeky couple more coming tonight x (what do we think about hill and his mystery girl, hint: mystery girl is Caitlin, cos she’s amazing x)

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SHES BACK

☁️ Drunk Lover | ArthurTV

Summary: Coming to pick up Arthur after a particularly boozy Fellas shoot, you come to realise just how much of a drunk lover, Arthur really is

Notes: Happy Valentines <3 🫡

"You feel so nice-"

You were met with an overwhelming weight as Arthur almost toppled over to you, arms slinging around your shoulders and loosely dragging you closer to his chest, his arms letting all his bodily weight rest on you whilst he swayed you from side to side in his drunken embrace.

It was fair to say you were just slightly shocked by your boyfriend's loving greeting, his eyes closed and head resting atop yours as he hugged you, inhaling deeply and allowing his senses grant him a sense of moment - inhaling your scent and sighing contentedly, comforted by the affirmation of your presence which your familiar aroma provided to Arthur. 

He was drunk. 

Off his head.

You'd expected he wouldn't be very sober, having given you a warning at the beginning of the night before he'd left that he was doing a video with The Fellas which Chip had organised ("look, he's just always finds away to get me drunk or in a life-threatening position! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW-!" ) and clearly the video had ended exactly how Arthur had anticipated.

Proddy had been the one to make the call to you, as the only completely sober cast member, speaking quite calmly yet with a tone of urgency.

"You able to come get Arthur?" Proddy had asked, concern evident within his voice. 

"I've just come back from work - where are you - is everything okay?" You'd only just taken your heels off having returned home from your 9-to-5 and weren't exactly looking to go out again, but the bother within Proddy's voice did unsettle you slightly, raising a slight anxiety to your throat as you wondered whether Arthur was alright.

"Just off Carnaby Street, by one of the pubs, I'll send my location." Proddy recounted, never failing to be helpful. "Everything's... not bad. I just think you might wanna get Arthur. Chip's given him too much to drink again. Even Chip's a state, to be honest. Sabina's my next call."

"Right, if you get that location sent I can get there in the next half hour, Calum," You began slipping your shoes back on - the same stilettos you'd worn to work, shoulder connecting your phone to your ear as you manhandled the heels back on, hearing some commotion from Proddy's side.

"Is t-that Arthur's bird?" You heard slurring in the background which was unmistakeably Chip. "Tell herrshe has a FAT BACK-"

You cut the phone before you could hear any more of Chip's drunken rambles, instead slipping your phone into your bag and getting back into the car, thanking some otherworldly powers for the lack of traffic and congestion that swiftly brought you to the mess that Arthur Television was when you found him outside The White Horse pub.

"Oh I'm so happy to see you," Arthur was somehow even more enamoured than normal, and didn't fail to press a myriad of kisses to your forehead and temple and whole face to show you that - regardless of your swatting at him. 

"Yeahyeahyeah, you too love," You pulled him somewhat off and instead let him lean his weight on you from the side as you surveyed the scene.

George was riding a rodeo bull and yelling something unintelligible, Chip lying face-down at a booth, Randolph doing some sort of drinking challenge (it was unclear what exactly) and Calfreezy unmovingly sat in the corner with a pair of ski sunglasses and a wide brimmed safari hat stoutly  sat atop his head.

Proddy appeared from the doorway after a moment, making you  breathe a sigh of relief as you made eye contact - Calum giving a short side hug in greeting to you, briefly holding the side that wasn't already occupied by Arthur. 

"Thank you for calling me," You quickly spoke as you felt Arthur stiffen in your arms. Your hand almost instinctively came up to his chest, rubbing at his defined muscles through the thin costume shirt Arthur had been forced into - your fingers tracing down to his stomach and massaging the defined abs as you did whenever your mans felt sick. Though Arthur's stiffness appeared to not be because of an upset stomach.

"Don'tttouch my girlfriend-" Arthur weakly pointed a finger at Calum, making you facepalm as you took Arthur's wrist and redirected it back down to his side - looking up at Arthur's bewildered wide-eyes which stared with confusion at you, shocked as you'd lowered his hand.

"Proddy's the only reason I'm here for you, he's the one that made the call for me to get you home," You lightly scolded your just-slightly jealous boyfriend, smiling as Arthur simply sniffed, still miffed regardless.

"If you're annoyed with me, you should've heard what Chip was saying at her whilst I called her" Proddy's snickers stopped as you shot him a shutthefuckup look, though it appeared to be too late, as Arthur let out a gasp and attempted to storm back into the pub and confront the curly-headed man who'd just stepped off of the rodeo bull.

"OH NONONO-" You pulled Arthur back, sitting him on one of the barstools instead, making him look up at you as you stood between his manspread legs, holding either of his hands in yours to hold his attention whilst you spoke: "Why don't we go home for now, yeah?"

Your suggestion was met by a blank expression, as Arthur was alternately distracted by how you looked - eyes tracing down your body from the unbuttoned top of your fitted white shirt, covered by a professional grey blazer and matching grey skirt that clung to the curvaceous outline of your hips, black tights sheer and showing off those perfect legs Arthur wished were wrapped around your head - the tall black heels almost intoxicating Arthur as he began pondering on just how good they made you look.

"Oh my God, is this what you wear to work?" Arthur's hands groggily found your hips, senses heightened as he felt every ridge of the stiff material against his fingertips, feeling over your hips and bringing a blush to your cheeks as he fixated on the material. "How has someone more successful and handsome than me not stolen you away from me yet-"

"You are speaking absolute nonsense," You shook your head to disguise the blush that rose to your cheeks at the self demeaning compliment Arthur dished.

"No, I'm being deadly serious-" Arthur did not in fact stop. "You're so out of my league, like, I don't know how I bagged you-" 

You tried to interrupt but Arthur was a rolling boulder at this point.

"-Honestly, some days I see you before you go to work and I just don't understand - how did someone so truly beautiful end up with me?? Beautiful inside out mind you, you're the genuinely smartest person I've ever met and speak so much logic - I've never met anyone as philosophical and deep as you-"

Your heart was in your throat as you pressed your lips to Arthur's, cutting his ramblings off with the ineluctable necessity that was a kiss. You knew he was drunk - you knew he was speaking his mind, too - but you didn't want to let drunken ramblings elicit such a visceral pain in your chest from how much you truly loved your boyfriend.

No, you wanted to show your boyfriend how much you loved him and remove him from this situation where he was likely going to regret everything after a sleep at home. 

"C'mon sweetie, let's get you home now, recordings done my love," You coaxed, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulders so that you could haul and direct him back to the car. 

"Can I say goodbye to everyone?" Arthur looked at you with the pleading puppy eyes you couldn't say no to. 

A sigh gave him the answer he needed - and he kept his arm around you as he went to wish goodbye to everyone. 

"Love you, Chip!" Arthur said as he tried to wave goodbye to the final cast member.

"COME SHOW MY YOU LOVE ME, ION BELIEVE YOU, YO-ou lying mon-grel-" Chip collapsed into the seat behind him - not passing out - simply losing balance. He laughed as his back hit the leather seat, though you were slightly more appalled as your boyfriend advanced towards the man to really show him how much he loved him.

"Arthur, nonononNONO-" You were too late to stop Arthur, as you watched your boyfriend collapse into the arms of the sitting Chippo and press his lips onto his temple with a loud kissy noise, the man behind the camera laughing as the recorded your devastation at the sight of Chip kissing Arthur - his hand dropping to the brunet's ass whilst embracing.

"Right, that's absolutely enough- come on Arthur-"

At long last, you did manage to haul Arthur up to his feet and across the pub, before Arthur decided he was sick of walking normally and wanted to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder - causing you to elicit a yelp as Arthur effortlessly picked you up and slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes - his strength despite being drunk shocking you, as he still managed to walk you out of the bar without falling over or tipping you. 

You didn't even resign or tell him to put you down at this point - as long as you were going to your car, you were fine with whatever happened. You just wanted to go home and get Arthur there, too.

"You have such thick thighs my days," Arthur spoke with such a tone you couldn't tell whether he was admiring or complaining. You rolled your eyes and didn't respond, however. "I think you should sit on my face more often-"

You slapped your hand over Arthur's mouth. Silencing him so that he could walk you to the car without loudly rambling about your sex life. Hearing Freezy and Proddy's laughter told you all you needed to know about who heard Arthur's comment, too, and simply made you fall slack, giving up in Arthur's arms and just letting him carry you away and to the car which wasn't too far from the pub. 

"I'll drive-" 

You stopped Arthur pretty quickly with that one, launching him into the passengers seat and shutting the door before hopping into the drivers' seat and turning your keys, breathing a sigh of relief at the fact that you were at least going home at this point. 

Pulling out, waving at Proddy who gave a nod back and getting back onto the roads, you turned the radio onto a different frequency until loud n clear, The Smiths began playing something at a soothing pace which you listened to - withdrawing your hand from the dial.

"Can you hold my hand?" Arthur asked quietly from the seat besides you.

Your touch-loving boyfriend's request was met (because who could really deny him with that politeness n shy tone), as you let your hand intertwine with his over the centre panel. You were internally thankful that you drove an automatic car, meaning you wouldn't have to control a gearstick, and could instead let your thumb rub over the back of his hand consolingly. 

Finally, arriving back at the apartment, you managed to get Arthur up the stairs and back into your room, locking the door and thankgodFINALLY taking your heels off, breathing a sigh of relief as you slipped into your fluffy slippers instead. 

"You comin'?" You heard Arthur call from the adjacent room. You had only just slipped your stretching your calves to try and release some of that tension within the muscle when you padded across the living room to stand in the doorway of the bedroom. 

And you couldn't help but smile, observing at how cute Arthur appeared, sprawled out and half covered by duvet - his face smushed down into the pillow as he lay diagonally on the bed, looking up at you with wide doe-y eyes begging for you to come and join him. You had to cross your arms and shake your head however, making a whine fall from his lips as you spoke over his noise- "I have work to be doing, Arthur, I still have a case to be looking at from home-"

"Pleaaase, I can't sleep if you're not next to me," Arthur pleaded, rolling over so that he could look at you straight - although you could tell that his vision was obscured by the alcohol he'd drank, as he blinked drowsily and looked up with half-lidded, half-confused eyes. He really did need to sleep.

"Really Arthur - I can join you later but I need to work, and you need to sleep-"

He paused for a moment, bottom lip poutily stuck out as he absorbed your words and acknowledged them before... “Can’t you bring it here? Just... sit next to me and do it?”

And his proposition made you pause to consider it. Because of all things that could've fallen from his lips - a reasonable compromise wasn't what you were expecting. And as though Arthur could read your mind and tell that you were seriously considering at as an option, he quietly added "Just want you here with me," with such a softness and sweetness in his voice that wasn't helped as he only further persuaded you with: "I won't ask anything more - I'll be silent and I won't disturb you - promise..."

"You promise?" You repeated to get confirmation with a raised brow, knowing that you were already going to agree regardless of his answer. Sweet, obedient, drunk and needy Arthur rapidly nodded in response anyways - shuffling along the bed and straightening himself out so that you could join him in the bed.

Collecting you laptop and charger and paperwork from the other room, you put it to the side of the room and stripped out of your work clothes - changing into some comfortable sweater and pair of shorts (whilst Arthur watched in silence - just appreciating the fact that he was blessed enough to have that view) and turning the lights off - creating a darkness that'd let Arthur get his rest and instead turning your bedside lamp on so that you could still work.

You sidled into the bed, setting your laptop on your lap and turning the brightness all the way down - getting ready for some work that'd put your eyes under incredibly unhealthy strain.

Arthur sweetened the strain as he got closer beneath the duvet, shuffling from his side over to yours and letting his hand come to your leg that was splayed out at his level - wrapping his arm around it and shuffling so that he was close to it - holding your thigh as if spooning it in replacement for your body whilst you were busy working.

"So soft n perfect.." He mumbled, bringing his head close to rest against it too, making a warm smile grace over your lips as you found yourself distracted - looking down at how cute he looked - a mess of brown fluffy hair, pawing and so cutely cuddled up to your thigh. 

"You're a clingy drunk, you know that?" Your voice was velvet soft and quiet as your hand came down to his head - fingers interweaving between his locks and coming to massage his scalp and play with his already-messy hair.

“Not clingy,” He protested sleepily, his lips brushing over your knee as he kept his arms firmly around your leg. “Just...obsessed. With...these perfect, thick, pillowy thighs...”

"Arthur," You chuckled slightly at his lack of filter. "God, you are such a sweetheart.."

Arthur let out a noise of appreciation - something between a hum and a fulfilled sigh - and you continued looking down at him and playing with his hair until you felt his breathing slow against your leg - eyes relax and close while soft snores fell from his lips. Asleep.

"Goodnight, cutie," You whispered at his sleeping body - knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it, nor feel your lips on the back of your head as you ducked down and pressed your lips to his temple, admiring how innocent and cute he looked with his face smushed up to the side of your leg - lip caught slightly against the flesh and keeping his mouth just slightly ajar, causing those soft little snores to fall from his lips.

Even if you acted like he was a heavy load whilst drunk, you couldn't pretend you didn't absolutely love seeing him all soft and domestic like this <3

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So I’m afraid to admit how excited I am about this

A deep breath.

Followed by a sigh.

And then a deep inhalation that made her intercostal muscles squeeze her thoracic cavity, her ribs pressing into her skin and filling with the most beautiful, ambrosia-sweet air as Grace opened her eyes.

And found Tumblr and Wattpad looking back at her with the same wide-eyed hope they had held when Grace had left. For the better of them and for the better of her, not even three months before, when all of their history had been ripped down and reduced to nothing but mere whispers (and reblogs) that had left people questioning even the existence of such history.

And that history is what made Grace's next words so sweet.

"I miss you."

The hearts of Tumblr and Wattpad filled at the words, and they reached out for connection, offering a hand with the soft-spoken words that made Grace's own heart pang:

"Then come back. We miss you too."

Grace's eyes closed again. And a sigh followed. She knew it was inevitable.

"Fine."

[mmkclarkey]

Don’t mind George shooting the place up in his cardigan, BUT WE ARE SO BACK

[mmkclarkey]

I swear part 4 is on its way, my life has been madness, got me feeling like one of those 2010’s wattpad authors, iykyk. But I swear it’s coming soon, don’t lose interest pls 🙏🙏

[mmkclarkey]

[mmkclarkey]

GEORGE'S MULLET >>>

[mmkclarkey]

screaming crying throwing up at that pic of george. his arMS

i just need him.

[mmkclarkey]

We have a spare room- Part 3

When all goes wrong, moving in with three guys will solve it?

It had been three months since you moved in with three random men, all of which having their own weird affect on you. Chris had quickly become the person you went to when you wanted to talk about Taylor swift or Chappell Roan or anything of the sort, he loved the fact that you didn’t judge him for his feminine side. And you loved the fact that he allowed you to rant about anything to him, always giving the best rants back.

This however meant that you had to judge him for something else, now if there’s one thing you learnt about Chris, it’s that he’ll test his luck, he had the tendency to be a dick to his friends. Arthurtv told you about that one time in school when Chris told the girl Arthur liked that they were in a gay relationship, much to the girl’s dismay.

The way to combat this you may ask? Chris does something wrong, he has to put £1 in the jar, they stole the idea, some show called new girl apparently?

Besides Chris, Arthur was the best person to go to if you wanted something interesting, he had this amazing ability to be able to make you laugh at the most random times. Like the time last week where you were all arguing over the shared bathroom, having the biggest shower you tended to argue over who was going to use it when you go out. Arthur fully started to strip off naked, making you all leave as he shouted that he’d flash you all if you didn’t let him use the shower. In the end, you George and Chris sat on the floor outside the bathroom laughing for nearly an hour.

And then there’s George. George was the classic, blast music and go to parties and drink kind of guy. Somehow you found yourself roped into going to yet another influencer party at least once a week, however, you can’t exactly say that you didn’t like it. Aswell as this, he was absolutely amazing at giving advice, about anything, you had problems with filming? George knew what to do. you had no idea what to wear? he did. It was shocking how good the man was at just daily advice, it made you really appreciate the fact that you have him as a friend now.

~

You had uploaded a video three days ago where you were playing a horror game on Roblox, which you didn’t see an issue with and as usual got the views you were used to. But today? Today it peaked, around 9000 more people liked it in just the one day.

Then came the comments. and that’s where you realised your mistake. At one point you scream particularly loud and George (being the only other person in the flat at the time) shouts in from his room asking if everything was okay, to which you laugh and shout through that you are making a video and you’re okay. And this would be absolutely no issue if it wasn’t for the fact that your editor left it in, and your viewers, and just people people in general, did not know that you had moved out of your old flat let alone moved in with another man.

This caused a shocking amount of people to guess that you must have broken up with your boyfriend, and got with George almost straight away, and that’s why he’s in your house, concerned whether you’re okay. It didn’t take long for George to be knocking at your door, asking if you were decent so he could come in.

“I’m decent George, come in”

“So… I saw your comments” he says while sitting down on the bed, a bit of a red look on his face, clearly just back from being outside.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise my editor left it in, i’m making a tiktok literally in a minute to tell people that we aren’t together, it just means explaining why I’m here” you say back in an apologetic tone, aware of how overwhelming the fans can be sometimes.

“It’s fine, I promise, do you think we should get us all in the vid just to prove it a bit?” he asks with a curious tone.

You make the decision to do so, making everyone group together on the sofa as you set up your phone, pressing record.

“So… hey guys, i’m making a quick short video to address some things i guess? for reference, I made a video last week that was released three days ago, and in it, George here asked me if i was okay, which is lovely, but we are just friends.”

Arthur giggles and says “We’re all just friends, she just wanted to hide from you guys that she moved out of her old place”

Chris chimes in “Yeah, so if anyone, preferably three girls and a guy want to come wife up this flat feel free”

“Chris shut the fuck up” All three of you say in response, yet all laughing too.

“So yeah, I moved in with Chris, George and Arthur and I guess that’s where I am now, hope this clears things up and I love you all”

You post the video and the comments come in immediately:

this quad is literally iconic

we all know why she moved in with three guys

chris is so Schmidt coded argue with the wall

i’m so glad to see you living your best life baby omg!!

they are such iconic friends we need more videos together

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A/N i am so incredibly sorry, i’ve been completely procrastinating this, i hope we like it!! also can we notice the fourth wall break xx

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cerys gets it

JUST ONE CHANCE GEORGE PLEASE ONE CHANCE

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AHHHHHH MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

sorry guys i’m just obsessed

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… his arms god give me strength

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Listen, I SWEAR another part is on the way, work is not too funsies rn (i work in a private nursery, all the kids are ill, imma be ill on Christmas i can feel it) but I might try get it out tonight but if not I swear it’ll be out tomorrow. See I have my two editors (they are not editors, they’re my best friends and read the fic through and tell me if I’m being stupid before I post. So I need them two to do their thing ygm?) sorry for the rant love you all and thank you so so much for the love xxx