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a little domestic life for us - willne x reader PART 2

part 1

after looking after your nieces, you and will decide maybe it’s time for kids of your own…

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after the conversation in the car, you became a bit more inconsistent with taking your pill on time and you and will were both finding more excuses to have sex more often. "when do we just admit to ourselves we're trying and take this more seriously?" you ask will over dinner in your flat. "never" he jokes and you roll your eyes. "are you still taking your pill?" he asks before taking another fork of pasta. "sometimes. i keep forgetting" you admit. "forgetting or doing it purpose?" he asks and you just shrug. "i mean, fuck it. everyone's moving on with their lives now. i mean ethan's married with olive. chip and cal are engaged. james is.. well james but everyone else seems to be figuring it out, let's just commit" will says and you nod. "yeah? i'll stop taking my pill. we'll go with the flow, if it happens, it happens." you shrug and will nods.

it was never as simple as that, now you were fully committed every time you had sex there was an unspoken elephant in the room and things felt awkward. you eventually got more used to it and your cycle finished. "will, i'm a day late!" you told him excitedly at 8am after a morning wee. "really?" he rolled over, excitedly but still half asleep.

you went to work that day, so did will but neither of your minds were settled. only one thing on both your minds and it happened to be your period. "i couldn't help myself, i bought one" will says, not even a hello as he bursts through the door from work. he meets you in the kitchen, pecking your lips as a greeting. "will, that's not one" you laugh at the pile of tests in the carrier bag. "well i didn't know which brand is best, so i just got... all of them" he says shyly. "will" you pull him into a hug. "thank you for getting them and trying, that's really sweet" you smile. "yeah, yeah. you can repay me later, just go take the bloody test, will interrupts your appreciation. "okay" you smile, running to the bathroom. will sits on the floor outside waiting for you to finish your business. you open the door and will jumps up, "set a 2 minute timer" you tell him and he obliges. "fuck, i'm scared what if it's positive" you say. "if it's positive, we're having a fucking child" will states the obvious, nerves also evident on his face. you both stand in silence for most of the time before his phone pings. "fuck okay, it's turned over on the side" you step closer to the test, sliding it off the shelf and holding it faced down. "okay, 1 2 3" you flip it over in front of you and will. negative. "fuck" will sighs. "sorry, i might have got a bit excited, my period can just be late sometimes" you frown. "hey, it's okay. going with the flow, remember?" will says, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "okay but get your pissy stick away from me" he jokes, sticking his nose up. you laugh before throwing it in the bin. "at least we have some spares to try again" you say shoving all 8 tests into the cupboard.

the days turn into weeks and you started to track your cycle. "will, we need to have sex today. it's like my most fertile day" but nothing seemed to work. disappointment kept coming and you were down to your last test. your period was 4 days late. you weren't so convinced it meant anything as your period has been late nearly every time but will was working away for the weekend and you thought you may as well face the disappointment alone again. however, when you flipped the test over this time... positive 2-3 weeks. 'oh my god" you whispered to yourself, cupping your mouth. "oh my god. oh my god" you slid down the wall, hand not leaving your mouth. "there's no way" tears pricked in your eyes and your immediate thought was to film it to save for later. you stood around in shock, you couldn't believe it. you debated calling will or trying to think of a fun way to tell him. he was home in 2 days, you had to think of something.

"honey, i'm homeeee" will sang out. "hey babe, how was the trip?" you asked as will dumped his bags down. "long but the videos almost done" he pulls you into a hug, "missed you though" he smiles. "i missed you too" you smile back. "so much so, i got you a welcome home gift" you smile, pushing will's shoulders down until he sat on the arm of the sofa. "what's going on? am i getting a lap dance? please, god answer my prayers" he says. "no will, it's better than that" you laugh, grabbing a box. "not much can be better than that" he sighs. you place the box in his hands. "can i open it?" he asks, looking up at you. "well obviously" you laughs. "well i-" he stops talking and opens the box. first met with a bit of paper, "read it out" you say, making sure the camera you rested on the shelf was filming. "i'm not in black and white just yet, but soon i'll be in your favourite set" he looks at you confused, "have you bought a lingerie set?" he asks. "no! look under the tissue paper" you say, pointing to the box. will lifts up the tissue paper and the baby sized newcastle football shirt falls onto his lap, will looks up at you confused. he holds the top up and notices the size and suddenly it clicks. "shut up, shut up" he drops the top, cupping his mouth. "turn it around" you instruct, fighting the tears in your eyes. he picks it up and holds the top up and it reads 'baby lenney' with the numbers 26 for the 2026 due date. "are you having me on?" he asks, still slightly not believing it. "will, i promise this is real. well i have somehow ran out of tests, so we might need to double check but-" will jumps off the sofa and pulls you into his arms. he holds you for at least a minute, before pulling away, tears in his eyes. "i'm going to be a dad!" his voice hoarse from the tears. he falls to his knees, "i'm going to be a dad!" he puts his head in his hands and tears were falling from your cheeks too now. "we're going to be parents!" you say through tears, kneeling down to hug will again and he hugs you tightly. "this is the best gift ever!" he says, still crying. "i want to do another test to be sure but it was a clearblue one and they're typically the best" you explain, wiping your eyes. "yeah, i'll go get one" will says, standing up. "it's okay, no rush" you say, holding his knee.

you eventually do three more tests and thankfully, they're all positive so it was really starting to settle in for you both. no one else knew yet, not even your doctor. "i guess i need to ring up the doctors?" you question, scrolling google whilst cuddled up with will on the sofa. no one actually tells you what to do once you find out you're pregnant. "yeah, i guess so" will says. "can i come with you to all the appointments and stuff?" will asks shyly. "of course you can will" you chuckle at his childlike tone, leaning up to kiss his lips and his smile reaches his eyes like always and you can’t help but stare at him. "what?" he asks. "nothing" you smile, turning back to your phone and calling the doctors.

will took your pregnancy very seriously, wanting to make sure everything was done perfectly for you and your baby. he read all the books, googled EVERYTHING and panicked an awful lot, not letting you lift a finger.

"how hot are you having your showers? because i read that too hot can be harmful for the baby"

"have you had enough water today?"

"what are you doing? sit down! i'll get it"

"maybe we should get some lighter blankets so they're not suffocated in the pram"

"do you think this pram will be okay? what if it folds up and crushes the baby?"

this was your life now. deciding on prams, cots and everything in between but you couldn't choose anything before will had read at least 10 reviews on it.

today was your gender reveal. you didn't want a big party, just a few close friends and family round yours so you could all find out together. you did of course make everyone film a tiktok with their predictions.

"i think it's gonna be a girl, so we can have a new bestfriend" says becky.

"come on, has to be a boy. someone needs to help me take over the willne channel when everyone is bored of will" james says.

"i'm rooting for whatever is the opposite of what james said" will says with a straight face.

"i'm hoping for a happy and healthy baby but i have heard that girls take away beauty from you and i have felt like a troll lately" you laugh.

to reveal it you and will decided to cut into a cake with a coloured filling. "okay will, you're gonna have to direct the knife because i'm shaking" you laugh. will places a reassuring hand on your arm before grabbing the knife. "it's gonna be fine, unless it's multi coloured then we might have an issue" will says, placing the knife on top of the cake. "okay, ready?" he asks and you hold onto his hand as he slides the knife down. "oh my god!" you yelled. will cuts down the other side and pulls it out and holds it up to everyone. "we're having a girl!" he yells out, smile as wide as ever. will's mum slides a plate under his arm and he drops it down before turning to you and pecking your lips. tears brimmed your eyes. you'd never play favourites but you were silently hoping for a girl for your own preference but also imagining will as a girl dad warmed your heart immensely. "you happy?" will asks you. "so happy" you hug into his side again and he kisses the top of your head.

your pregnancy was getting on a bit now and daily tasks were becoming harder to achieve. even trying to put your shoes on was a challenge and with pregnancy hormones it was a lot to deal with. "for fuck sake" you sighed to yourself. "what's wrong?" will somehow heard you from the other room. "i can't even put my own fucking shoes on now" you say and tears fall from your eyes. "sweetheart, i was literally just in there, you can ask me for help" he says softly. "i know but i feel so stupid and incapable not being to do even the simplest things for myself" you wipe your eyes. will finishes tying your laces before moving up the stairs to sit next to you. he grabs your face, "you listen to me right now, you are not stupid or incapable, you are growing us a whole human and that takes a lot of work. i wish i could do some of the work for you but if it means tying your shoe laces or brushing your hair or whatever you need. i will be right there" he rubs your back and you begin to cry even more before will pulls you into his side.

will was telling everyone he came across the good news and that you were expecting your first baby girl and his excitement never died. "yeah, we're having a little girl. i can't wait mate" he told all his friends at the pub. on podcasts, "we haven't shared much but y/n is pregnant and i'm just so excited to have a little girl running around. hopefully she's a daddy's girl" he smiles.

will had been watching numerous classes and 'everything you need to know' videos which were causing both of you sleepless nights. "will, you've already watched 5 of them, you can watch the rest tomorrow" you groan, trying to sleep. "i know but this one is what to do if the baby chokes so we need to know this" you sigh and toss and turn.

it was now the week before you due date and will was STRESSED. he would not leave your side. he cancelled all his shoots and stayed home right by your side. “will you can go to shop, i need to clean the kitchen anyways” you say, your nesting instincts kicking in. “you’re not doing anything, i will clean the kitchen and deliveroo what we need from the shop” will said, not taking no for an answer. you appreciated his kindness but you were beyond bored not doing anything for yourself.

the day your waters broke was just as chaotic as you could’ve imagined. will was in the garden, cutting the grass after much debating if he could even leave your side for that long and you were laying on the sofa when suddenly you felt something pop and before you knew it there was a damp feeling between your legs. oh my god. you initially didn’t want to worry will so waited a few minutes for him to come back inside but then the contractions started and you couldn’t face them alone. “willll” your groaned loudly as a contraction hit. “willll it’s fucking happening” you yelled even louder the second time. “what? what?” will enters the house, confused and then sees your scrunched up face and his heart drops. it’s happening. “okay okay, um i’ll grab the bag and then we can go to the hospital” will says, running around like a headless chicken. he goes to run upstairs “will, it’s in the UGHHH in the kitchen” you say before will runs into the kitchen. “okay, okay. we have the bag. do we need anything else?” he asked and you can’t even think straight to answer. “yeah probably not the time for questions” will says before turning on his heels to run somewhere else to grab something. to be honest he didn’t really know what he was grabbing he just wanted to be as useful as he could.

after a frantic uber ride to the hospital, will entered action mode. “my girlfriend is about to have a baby and we need help asap” he said to the woman at the desk, slightly out of breath. you stood behind him, grunting as another contraction courses through your body. “it’s alright sweetheart” will put his arm round you to try and comfort you but you showed no appreciation as the pain was too high.

eventually you got whisked away to the maternity ward and will never let your side, his hand becoming a stress ball. “fucking hell, i’m gonna have no fingers left” he tried to joke, earning a major side eye from you. not the time.

the contractions continued for hours, the nurses had you on a bouncing ball, walking but nothing really seemed to help. a few more hours later, the contractions felt like they were getting worse but the baby felt lower down. “i can feel her” you communicated to will and the nurse. “yeah? oh my god, okay” fear began to fill will’s mind. “squeeze my hand, keep pushing” will tried to encourage, rubbing your back. “you fucking did this to me!” you yelled all the frustration and pain reaching a boiling point. “yeah fair enough” will shrugged, couldn’t really argue with that. he knew you were only saying that because of the heat of the moment and he couldn’t wait to bully you for it later. “you’re so close” the midwife said watching down the business end. “come on love, you can do it” will’s words were enough, with a very tight squeeze of his hand, a cry could be heard.

your head tilted backwards, sighs of relief exiting your mouth. will rubbed your forehead and kissed the top of your head, “well done babe, you did so well. so well” he said affectionately as the midwife cleaned up the baby.

you were soon handed the baby to hold and as soon as she was in your arms, both you and will were crying. she was the most perfect thing you’d ever seen, the most beautiful baby girl. “she’s perfect” will whispered, looking down at her, rubbing her cheek with his finger. “just like her mummy” he kissed your cheek and in that moment the world felt still. just the 3 of you in your own little bubble.

“so, do you guys have a name?” the nurse came in with a clipboard. you turned to will and he nodded “esme matilda lenney” you say as you both looked down at her and were happy with your choice the two names being a mix of what you and will both wanted. you getting the first name as in will’s words “you carry her for 9 months and then proceed to push her out your vagina so i guess i’ll let you have that one”. “guess it just means you’re gonna have to make me a lenney soon” you said once the nurse left the room. “christ lass, one thing at a time” he said and you both laughed.

the first couple weeks of being home were such a baby bubble for the three of you. family and friends coming to visit but will was very protective of who he let near her and watching the love he had for your daughter made you love him even more, which you didn’t think was possible. he felt the same way about you, “you were just destined to be a mum. like she’s the luckiest girl in the world to have you as her mummy” will cooed as he watched you hold her in your arms, rocking her to sleep. “she’s lucky to have such a protective daddy like you. good luck to anyone she ever brings home in the future” you joke. “oh yeah, full background and dbs checks on the door, mate” will says and you know he’s not joking.

#willne #willne y/n #a bit more willne #willne fluff #willne x reader #willne imagine

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starrywyatt · 2 months ago

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a little domestic life for us - willne x reader

when will and reader look after their nieces, it gets them thinking a lot about the future...

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"coming, ready or not!" will shouted from the living room. you and him had spent the weekend looking after your nieces whilst your sister and her boyfriend had some quiet time away. you were cooking the girl's dinner in the kitchen.

about 2 minutes later, you could hear the patter of little feet. "shh, i'm hiding from uncle will" the cute toddler told you and you mimicked her finger on lips. the day you introduced him as uncle will, the smile didn't leave his face for hours. "i'm uncle will!" he beamed like he was their age and you'd just told him we were going to the toy store.

about 30 seconds later, will appeared. "where is amber? i can't see her ANYWHERE" he dramatically looks round the room and little giggles can be heard from the cupboard. "have you seen amber auntie y/n?" will asks, turning to you. "no, i haven't she's really good at hiding" you laugh. "she might just be the best" will says and giggles are heard again. will turns to look at you, smiling wide before he opens the cupboard door, scooping out the small girl and throwing her into the air. her squeals could be heard from next door. he catches her and hugs her into his side. "i love playing with you uncle will" the girl beams and you could feel your heart melting on the spot. "i love playing with you more missy" will tickles her stomach and she squeals again. your slightly older niece appears, "uncle will, you didn't come find me" she says, stropping slightly. "oh i'm sorry grace, i was struggling to find amber" i could see she was slightly upset so i intervened. "it's okay grace, do you want to stir the pasta?" i say and thankfully it distracts her, will giving me a thumbs up.

"bath time!" i call out and the two girls come running into the bathroom, will close behind them. "uncle will, do you want your hair washing too?" you joke, causing major giggles from the girls. "i would love a head wash and massage" he teases you, you throw him a major side eye. the girls get into the bath and it was chaos as always. you were trying to wash amber's hair but she was crying, worried about getting shampoo in her eyes. "amber, please" you tried to plead with her. will heard you from the corridor. "amber, look what i found!" will enters the bathroom with a bluey toy i hadn't seen before. amber's jaw drops and will hands it to her, failing to attempt an aussie accent to match the character. he raises his eyebrows at me to continue and thankfully i manage to wash her hair without anymore tears as will distracts her.

after the bath, the girls pick out their pyjamas. "where did the toy come from?" i ask will quietly. "i got it. i got grace something too. just a little treat, not big deal" will shrugs his shoulders and you caught yourself staring in awe at him. he was truly the sweetest.

"first one to bed wins a prize!" will calls out and grace sprints to her bed. amber falling slightly behind. "aww, i think grace won that one" he says and pulls a bright pink pony from behind his back. grace's jaw dropped, so much so you were slightly worried it would never close again. "thank you!" she beamed. standing up on her bed to give will a hug. you couldn't cope with the affection between the pair, heart melting even more so than before.

3 books and lots of cuddles later, both of the girls were fast asleep and your sister would be returning any minute. you were quickly tidying the kitchen and will had finished tidying their toys. "hello" you heard a whisper in the living room.

"aw, don't worry they've been good as gold" will explained to your sister. "you're good will, you know that? you're gonna be a great dad some day" your sister beamed, rubbing will's shoulder, before she turned to hug you, noticing your presence. "thank you so much again for having them" she says. "no worries, it's given me a good glimpse into the future" you look over at will, smiling.

you and will get into the car, both drained and tired but high on baby fever. "we make quite the team, don't we?" will says. "we really do, we did well i think. both the girls are still alive and i think they had fun?" "well i had so much fun, i got to be childish again and no one could question it" will smiles. "well i could definitely question some of the accents you attempted" you laugh. "do you see a future like that for us?" will asks, turning to face you and then back to the road, resting his hand on your thigh. "definitely, i can see a little domestic life for us. you running around, trying to keep up with them like you're their age. me cooking their dinner, because i definitely wouldn't trust you, and hearing the sounds of you playing from the other room. i would really like that" you smile. "we'd have our own little gang. imagine christmas with them! imagine holidays!" seeing will be excited did something to you. "do you think we're getting closer to being ready?" you ask the question both of you have been avoiding. "i mean, i think so. with rodds launching, i'm hoping financially we should be set" will explains. "i mean i know we'd be okay financially but mentally, do you think we can do it?" you ask, slightly hesitantly. "well, if you never try, you never know i suppose. "yeah, i suppose so" you smile before, turning out the window.

i might do a part 2 to this...

#willne #willne fluff #willne x reader #willne imagine #a bit more willne #will lenney #ukyt #ukyt fanfic #uk youtubers

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starrywyatt · 2 months ago

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☆ chapter 13: i think i want to go home☆

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

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tw: mentions of abuse and photos of george with blood and injury

i spend the next hour bragging to everyone i know about taylor's comment. so much so that i forgot what today was. it was a year since i finally ended my relationship with my abusive ex. it isn't something i speak about often as to be honest, i feel like i have suppressed a lot of it but it was an incredibly difficult time for me. however, i was happy that this day could now be replaced with something so exciting. although, i'd be lying if i said i didn't catch myself thinking of the awful memories in the moments where i was alone.

i decide to call abi as she was the only one that knew fully about the situation and was thankfully the one that helped me escape it. "hey insanely good singer" she smiles as she picks up the facetime on the first ring. "stoppp, i'm still in shock" i smile. "how crazy? has she messaged you or anything?" she asks, referring to taylor. "no, annoyingly not but the comment was crazy enough" i say. "and it's nice to have a good memory to over take this date" i continue, bringing the mood down slightly. "shit yeah, sorry i forgot it was today" abi says. "no no, it's okay. it's probably a bit silly i remembered it anyways" i shrug. "no, it's not! that was a massive day for you and i'm so proud of you, please never forget that" she says and i can feel myself tear up. "fuck sake" i smile, wiping my tears. we change the topic and she distracts me for the rest of the afternoon as i get ready for the show and we reminisce on funny moments between us and she films me in on her time on set. this call just reminded me why we were friends in the first place and it was so nice to talk to just her.

we wrap up the call and i realise i'd missed arthur's set and it was 10 minutes until i was due on stage. i found myself still feeling really weird from the events that took place a year ago, i hadn't thought about it in ages but the date rolling around reminded me how much of a different place i'm in now and i was so grateful for that.

"madison to stage please" blares through the announcement speaker and i take a deep breath before heading to the wings. soon enough i'm on stage and i have to act like nothing's happened. i'm hitting all my marks and singing all the correct notes but i could still feel the lingering anxiety inside of me.

i did the first half of the show and it was now time for the acoustic section. "welcome to the acoustic section!" i say, tuning my guitar. "so, normally this part of the show would involve me singing two songs for you 'message in a bottle' of course but i normally sing a cover for you as well. however, today marks one year since i left a relationship that was very toxic for me. i was with a man that abused me emotionally and physically, i've never spoke about this to pretty much anyone but i felt it was so important for me to do so because i'm so lucky to be out of that now but i'm sure there is unfortunately someone in here that is affected by this or knows someone that is and i'm so sorry you're in that but please know there is a way out" i say and begin tearing up.

george's pov:

after filming max decided he wanted to go out so we got the train home and then i headed back to his as andrew had kindly offered to cook us dinner. once we were done eating, andrew gets his phone out. "omg, we forgot to put the livestream on" "oh shit yeah" max agrees and i'm confused. he pulls up a tiktok live and it's the countdown at madison's concert. "wait people livestream from the concert?" i question "yeah! every night this girl like finds the best ones and live streams them for everyone" andrew explains and i had no idea this was happening. i had already decided i was going to head home to quickly get changed before we go clubbing this evening but i made a mental note of the username and decide i'd watch it when i get home.

i head home on the tube and it's about a 25 minute journey. the flat was empty, so i sit on the sofa and pull out my phone, finding the livestream. as i open it madison is walking over to her guitar for the acoustic section. "welcome to the acoustic section!" she smiles, however her smile slowly drops and i'm confused. i was expecting her to talk about taylor's comment and be full of energy. "to bring the mood down slightly, today marks one year since i left a relationship that was very toxic for me" she says and my eyes go wide. she then continues to talk about how it was abusive and really tough for her. she begins to tear up and it makes me feel like i'm about to tear up too, i had no idea any of this happened. "but please know there is a way out and if you need it, seek help because i promise it's the best thing i ever did. i released a song about the situation called 'the greatest' on the physical copies of my album because honestly, i was too scared for it to be on streaming because i was embarrassed but i'm not anymore, so this is 'the greatest'" she wipes her eyes and begins to strum her guitar and sing another song i didn't know but i was still too distracted by what she had said previously. do i text her? do i address this or just pretend it never happened?

madison's pov:

singing this song was really hard for me but it needed to be done and it felt incredibly cathartic to be singing this song in an arena full of people that loved me and knowing the world didn't end the first time he laid his hands on me. i finish the two songs and head backstage and olivia is stood waiting for me and pulls me into a hug, which makes me burst into tears. she pulls away and wipes my eyes "you're so strong and i'm so proud of you. now, go change" she says and i quickly change my outfit, trying my hardest to hold back anymore tears. when i come back olivia has a tissue and i dab my eyes gently and then run back out onto the stage.

i continue the rest of the show and i start to feel better knowing i didn't have to mention the situation again. "thank you so much birmingham! i had the best time this evening, safe journey home i love youuu" i say waving as i run off stage.

arthur was also waiting at the wings this time and he held his arms out for a hug. "i'm so proud of you" he says and kisses the top of my head (of course in a friendly way). "thank you, i really appreciate it" i smile before heading back to my dressing room. and i see my phone was already blowing up with messages of support but there was one that caught my eye.

me and arthur both discuss how we're missing being back with everyone but thankful we have each other. we decide to sit in the living room and watch some modern family. somehow 2 hours later, arthur has fallen asleep so i wake him gently and send him to bed. it was now 1am but my mind was still racing from today's events and also the home sickness of not being out with everyone. i also wonder what george is doing right now and if he's talking to other girls. i mean it's none of my business but i can't help but wonder. i roll over and decide i should probably turn my phone off but i get a call from george which confuses me, so i answer.

"hello? are you not at the house party?" i laugh. "madi, i'm so scared. i don't know what's happened and chris won't answer his phone" george says and it sounds like he's crying. i immediately sit up in my bed. "george, where are you?" i say, panic in my voice. "i don't know! i fell off the bike" he says and is breath is staggered from crying and my stomach is literally on the floor. "it's okay just breathe. i'll make sure someone comes i will try call abi and i'll call you straight back" i say and try call abi, max and andrew and no luck. i call george straight back "chris answered, he's coming" george says and i breathe a massive sigh of relief. "madi i'm so scared i called you straight away" he says and i can tell he's still drunk but i smile at the fact his first thought was to call me. "does chris know where you are?" i ask him. "i don't know, i just described it to him" he says. "god okay, let's hope he has good direction skills" i laugh. "are you okay though? what have you hurt?" i continue. "my face, there's blood everywhere" and i cringe at the image of him laying on the floor in his own blood. "sorry i wasn't there. why are you by yourself?" i ask. "it's not your fault. i just drank a bit too much and erin was there and it all just felt a bit too much so i left and everyone else wanted to stay" he explains. "someone should've left with you" i say and he doesn't reply. "just make sure chris looks after you" i say. "i think he's here, i see a flashlight" george says and i hear chris running towards him. "mate, what the fuck have you done?" i hear chris. "who's on the phone?" he asks. "madison" george replies. "hi madi, i've got him now" i hear chris say. "no, stay on the phone" george says. "that's fine i'll stay if you want me to" i smile, even though he can't see it. "please" george almost whimpers and my heart breaks for him. "okay, i think i need to call you an ambulance because it doesn't look good" chris says. "oh no" george says and it sounds like he's going to cry again. "george, it's fine. they'll just look over you and if you're fine you won't even go to the hospital" i say trying to calm him down. "yeah mate, you'll be alright. we're not going to leave you... well until i fly to dubai in like 7 hours" chris says. "oh no, you're going away?" i ask him. "yeahh, i mean if george ends up being bad i won't go but we'll just see" he explains. wow perfect timing for him to injure himself. i start thinking of ways i could maybe go home for the two days off i had. i decide to text olivia.

i debate whether or not to wake arthur up or not to tell him about george and that i'm going home or to just leave him. i'll feel bad if he wakes up and i'm gone but he was planning on seeing family up in manchester so i think he'll be fine. i back my rucksack with my essentials i'll need and wait out the next 2 hours before i could get the first train of the day home.

#george clarke #george clarkey #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey y/n #georgeclarkey x y/n #george clarkey x oc #arthurhill #arthur hill #chrismd

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starrywyatt · 2 months ago

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☆ chapter 12: what the big fat fuck ☆

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

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george's pov:

i struggle to get out of bed this morning as me and madison didn't stop talking until about 2am and i had to be at podcast filming for 10am. i hop on a limebike and head straight to the studio and i make it for bang on 10am and of course, max is late.

"good morning, you're the first one here" producer callum says and i sigh, "typical".

"sorry guys! my alarm didn't go off" max walks in at 10:15, crocs and disney tshirt on. "i'm so tired, i've been so ill" max says and we run over the brief itinerary for today's episode but we never really stick to it anyways.

"hello everyone and welcome to the useless hotline. i'm max balegde" he says with a lot less energy than usual and i end up finishing off the intro. "okay george, you're gonna have to take the reigns today because i'm ill as fuck" max groans, so i do just that. "well, what have you been up to? apart from being ill and having a skin tone that matches the colour of the office walls" i joke. "well, i went home and saw my dog, josie bless her. her tongue is hanging on for dear life, it was actually quite sad. and then me and andrew have been dealing with a leaky tap in the kitchen" he explains. "bet that's not the only leaky tap in that one" i joke and it lands awfully. "i'm too ill to put up with your shit today" max sighs. "you forgot like the most exciting part of our week, madison's concert!" i say. "OH MY GOD YEAH!" max says, almost jumping back to life. "i thought that was last week, jesus" he says. "no, very much this week. only like 3 or 4 days ago" i laugh. "lots has happened since then. but yeah, we saw the amazing madison scott in concert and i just want to tell you all, i was the one who suggested arthur hill on this podcast! so you can all thank me for that" he says, bragging as usual. "yeah you did. i mean excellent choice and arthur's very grateful too. but what did you think of the show?" i ask him. "well, you all know i'm the biggest madison scott fan so it was amazing. vocals, on point. dancing, stunning and visuals were incredible too" max explains excitedly. "yeah i thought it was great too. i am a more recent madison fan i'll be honest. but she did amazing, i was very impressed and so much i went back to night 2" i smile. "yeah! i heard you went back again, so that's true?" max asks. "yep, got guest list, no biggie" i smirk. "do you guys remember when he was humble?" max looks to camera. "but no, honestly even better the second time. i don't know how she does it, feeling very lucky to have such talented friends" i smile. "yeah, arthur was incredible too! i was like, how crazy is it to have friends that are literal pop stars, like it's my literal dream" max says. "yeah shoutout to arthur too. dead in the disco lives goes crazy and his new one, john wayne. stream the shit out of both of them and go see them if you can somehow find tickets" i laugh. "yeah and then you held an amazing after party" max says. "yep, party planner of the year" i nod. "not quite, massive shout to abigail, madi's bestfriend she helped massively. but i just thought it would be a cute way to celebrate the opening night of their tour. they both worked hard to make the show happen so thought we could all have a little boogie" i say. "yeah and i've been promised there's another big celebration coming at the end of the tour" max smiles. "yeah, i'm looking forward to that one" i smile.

we continue with the episode, discussing random other stories from our week before coming onto the dilemmas. "george, i think i can hear the phone ringing" max says, holding his ear out. "you sure can" i say, pressing the 100% functional button on the phone. "hey max and george and guest if there is one" the girl says. "nope" i bluntly interrupt. "i'm like seeing this guy, but it's not official and we haven't shagged or anything, just kissed but for the past couple weeks we've been together non stop and now he's going on a cruise for a month so i basically won't see him. how do i trust him to not get with someone else or can i even be mad if he does? thanks" the voice note finishes and i realise it sounds kind of similar to me and madison. "hmm george what advice do you have?" max asks. i try to decide whether to answer seriously or not. "hmm that's a tough one because technically if you're not together anything could happen but i feel like it's kind of human decency if you have something with someone else, you maybe don't pursue other people" i say. "yeah i completely agree. like when i was talking to andrew, i shagged 100s of people but i just have no human decency." he says and i awkwardly laugh. "that was such a bad joke, why did i say that?" he says, putting his head in his hands. "my advice would be, maybe just continuously drop subtle hints you're interested and try check in every day and just try maintain what you had at home whilst they're away" i smile. "yeah that's cute advice. and if he cheats on you, chop his willy off!" max says very aggressively. "jesus. but then is it even cheating if they're not together?" i say. "i mean i'd say like emotional cheating. i don't know" max shrugs and move onto the next one.

we wrap up the episode and max heads home because he doesn't feel well. i head home also but stop off at joe and the juice for some lunch and it reminds me of madison, so i send her a selfie.

madison's pov:

i look over at the clock and it was 11:15am and we had parked up outside the nottingham venue, so i did my morning skin care and went downstairs to have some late breakfast with arthur and some of the band. i made sure to change my (george's) hoodie before heading down. however, as i was about to head downstairs, my phone buzzed.

i couldn't help myself. i don't know why but that selfie made butterflies appear in my stomach and a massive smile on my face.

i head downstairs and am met with everyone and luckily they had ordered food for me too. "morning" they all say in unison like we're in a cult. i sit down and enjoy my bacon roll and coffee before heading inside to the venue.

i sound check and realise i need to decide which cover i'm going to sing tonight, i know george isn't going to be here so i could be really bold or i could just do a fun song. after soundcheck i head into my dressing room and scroll instagram for bit until i come across a post...

max and george had mentioned coming to my show on their podcast and they were both so cute saying they enjoyed it and were proud of me. i decide to listen to the full episode as i got ready for the show as i missed both of them already and it was nice to hear them both like they're with me.

i was soon ready and decided to watch arthur from the wings as always. 'dead in the disco' is about to play and i facetime george, he picks up on first ring which makes me smile. "thought you might want to hear this one" i say and flip the camera so he can see arthur on stage. i can't lie my attention is no longer on arthur on stage, i find myself watching george on the screen singing and smiling along to the song. as soon as it was over, i decide i need to get changed before i go on stage so i head back into my dressing room, george still on the phone.

"how's your day been?" i ask him. "busy, i went gym and then filmed with the sidemen for like 4 hours and now tomorrow i have to go film some stuff with max for unihomes so i need to pack and have an early night" he explains. "aww nice, what video did you film with the sidemen?" i ask. i love asking him about his youtube stuff because i can tell he genuinely loves it and that makes me happy. he explains it all to me and we continue talking and it had now been 20 minutes. "okay, i need to go get changed but have an early night and i'll speak to you tomorrow" i smile. "okay, have a good show. don't miss me too much" he says and i roll my eyes and hang up.

i get changed and get ready to head on stage. the crowd was incredible and the show was passing pretty quickly and it was time for my surprise cover. "so, i decided that each night i'm going to sing a cover of a song that i'm loving or relating to at the moment and tonight's song is from one of my favourite artists ever and arguably one of my biggest inspirations. this is 'you belong with me'" i smile and begin strumming the chords and singing the song. i'd be lying if i said this wasn't aimed at george but it was also just a fun song for me to sing.

the show was officially over and we headed back to the tour bus. me and arthur end up spending ages talking on the kitchen table about so many random things but then we decide it's time to head to bed.

george's pov:

i wake up early the next morning to head to leeds with max to film some content for unihomes. madison had text me good night but i had fallen asleep early. so i message her good morning. i get in the uber, scheduling a pit stop at max's to take to us to st pancras. max walks into the uber. "oh my god, have you seen?" he says very excitedly. "no, what?" i say, confused. "LOOK" he shoves his phone in my face.

"madi sang a taylor swift song?" i question, laughing. "NO! LOOK AT THE COMMENTS!" he shouts and then i notice. "oh shit! taylor commented!" i say. "YES WHAT THE FUCK" max says, very excitedly. "madison is gonna freak out" i say, smiling at the thought of her excitement. "me and andrew were screaming! will she be awake? can i call her?" max asks and i look at the time, it's 9:30am. "you can try but she did the show last night so i don't know" i shrug. i know she went to bed late because she texted me but if i say that, max will think it's sus.

max calls and she doesn't answer, so we wait for her to reply.

madison's pov:

i roll over and see the time, it's 12:30pm. oops. may have slept a bit too long. i squint at my phone and see hundreds of notifications.

💬messages

abigail

GIRL WAKE TF UP

3 more messages

💬messages

george

i hope someone has a defibrillator on standby

📞phone

max

3 missed calls

📞phone

andrew

3 missed calls

i was so confused. what was going on? i open mine and abigail's chat first.

abigail doesn't reply, so i facetime max. "i've literally just woke up, what's going on?" i say without saying hello. "someone has posted a video of you singing last night and taylor has seen it!" he explains excitedly. "in your famous words, WHAT THE BIG FAT FUCK" i say and max says it back. george's head pops into frame, "i guess you've seen it by the shouting" he laughs. "what the fuck is going on" i say and decide to run downstairs. "GUYS TAYLOR SWIFT SAW ME SINGING" i shout and i get a chorus of reactions. some people already knew, some are shocked. "i haven't even seen the comment" i say, opening instagram and thankfully it's the first post that appears. "INSANELY GOOD? TAYLOR SWIFT SAID I'M INSANELY GOOD?" i shout and have a minor (major) freak out.

#george clarke #george clarkey #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey y/n #arthurhill #george clarkey x oc #georgeclarkey x y/n #arthur hill

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starrywyatt · 2 months ago

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full machine - will lenney x reader

will and reader are in monaco for the f1 and reader is having an anxious day but will is too busy to notice

mentions of panic attacks and anxiety, some angst but is mostly resolved

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it was a sunny day in monaco and it was another day for y/n to paint on a brave face as everyone talks to will and ignores her existence. she was having fun don't get me wrong, but she didn't quite realise how much of an intense few days socialising it was going to be. y/n didn't know much about f1 but will had asked if she wanted to come along with him and watching him in his element was her favourite thing and he told her becky would be there so it was enough of a reason to go.

she smoothed the final creases on her already pristine floral dress. "is that new? i really like it" will says, ruffling his hair, coming out the bathroom. "yeah, bought it for the special occasion" y/n smiled. "well it looks great" will came round and pecked y/n's lips and she smiled.

the pair made it downstairs, hand in hand to breakfast and loaded up on chocolate croissants and sugary cereal. "free bar today, so eat up" will smiled, knowing how much of a lightweight y/n was.

it was a 20 minute walk to the dock where the yacht was where they would be spending the day. "this place is just actually crazy. they have more money than they know what to do with" y/n says, looking around in shock. "right, i think we're down here" will says, leading the way and checking his phone. "surely we're not on that" y/n laughs in disbelief before noticing becky waving her arms like a crazy person. "i think we are" will also laughs and the pair make their way up the ramp, will leading the way and holding y/n's hand to help her up the step like the gentleman he is. "right, where's the alcohol?" will joked, rubbing his hands together. "will! it's 10am!" y/n scolds back, laughing until becky appears, beer in hand. "5 o clock somewhere" she says and y/n face palms before there is a waiter waltzing around with champagne and will takes two, handing one to y/n. "just one" he says and she rolls her eyes jokingly but accepts the drink, knowing full well it won't be just one. will turns around, "i'm just gonna go say hi to chip, stay with becky" he kisses y/n's cheek and takes off into the crowd in front of them. "how have you been?" becky asks y/n as they sit down and chat. the girls chatted for about 20 minutes before will appeared again with a freshly topped up glass. "think we're setting sail in a minute" will says holding y/n's back. "okay, great" y/n smiles and before she knows it, he's taken off again, talking to someone else. "another one?" becky asks, referring to her empty cup. "i'm good for now" y/n smiled and becky furrowed her brows as if to ask are you sure but accepted the no and drank alone.

will was right, the boat set sail and the networking commenced. becky wanted to go and see alfie, so grabbed y/n's hand and pulled her to his position. there was AB, chip, arthur and some other people y/n didn't recognise. she'd never met alfie so didn't know what to expect. "hi boys" becky said, slotting herself right in between them all on the bench. y/n stood, looking around for will but couldn't see him until she heard his laugh. her snapped in the direction and saw him talking to two girls. 'that's fine' she thought he'll come back over soon. becky made room for y/n too and she awkwardly sat in between the boys. luckily, arthur was chatty as always so y/n made conversation with him and chip joined in eventually. "where's your fella?" he asked. y/n just shrugged, beginning to feel anxious at the lack of his presence.

the rounds of drinks continued and will still hadn't returned. "i'm gonna go toilet" y/n said, getting up and headed towards the bathroom. on her way, she finally found will. he was sat down, talking to one of the girls from earlier and y/n felt a pang in her chest. will noticed her heading to the bathroom and flashed her a smile before diving straight back into whatever conversation they were having. y/n didn't smile back, just headed straight to the bathroom. she could feel the anxiety rising in her chest and needed a second to breathe. she sat on the toilet seat and clutched her chest, trying so hard not to turn this into a panic attack. thankfully after what felt like only a few minutes, the feeling subsided with the waves of her breathing.

y/n exited the toilet and headed back up the steps to the deck. and could hear a lot of commotion, chip and the fellas camera man were out and everyone was gathered round and will was the centre of attention, smiling away. y/n hovered behind, not wanting to be on camera until she noticed the same girl from earlier, getting insanely close to will and trying to talk into the tiny mic that was clipped to his shirt. y/n's brows furrowed slightly at how will was letting all this happen but it was now around 2pm and he was clearly pissed and enjoying being the centre of attention. becky ushered y/n over and will finally noticed y/n's presence but didn't push the girl attached to his chest away as she was still rallying off predictions for the race that y/n knew nothing about. will laughed again at one of her predictions, "that's just not going to happen!" he says as she finally straightens up and moved away from y/n’s man. "if it happens, i will get you a drink later" will says and the girl replies, "will, the drinks are literally free!" and he just laughs before turning around and sitting down to watch the race happening over the edge of the boat. everyone slowly disperses, y/n walks over to will and takes a seat next to him. "you okay?" he asks, eyes not leaving the track. "um yeah" y/n slightly whispered, uncertainty in her voice. "ah, can you do us a favour love and go and grab me a beer from the bar?" he asks and y/n feels even more deflated. "sure will" she says before sighing on her way to the bar, the girl that's been glued to will's side walks past "i love your dress" she says in passing, probably on her way to chat to will. y/n musters the fakest smile she can and orders will's beer at the bar.

she takes it over to him and as predicted, the girl was sat at will's side but so was becky, so y/n's lucky escape was also ruined. she accepted her fate and held her breath as she walked over. "oh y/n, sit next to your man" becky smiled and shuffled over as y/n handed will his beer. "thanks sweetheart" he smiled at her and she mustered up as much of a smile as she could right now. she tried to calm down, she was safe, she was with will and becky, nothing bad was gonna happen. "come on! come on!" will yelled watching the cars zoom past. "y/n, who do you want to win?" the girl who still remained nameless asked. "umm-" y/n was cut off by will. "oh she don't know anything about this lot" he says pointing to the track and him and the girl laugh together and y/n raised her eyebrows in shock at will's comment. "well actually, i want norris to win" y/n says and they both nod in agreement but the conversation ends. y/n began anxiously tapping her foot, no one noticed. becky got up to get more drinks and the nameless girl followed her. "who's the girl?" y/n asked will. "oh, it's bella. she makes F1 content, i met her at some quadrant stuff. she's really nice" will says and y/n nods. "why? you jealous?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. "no" y/n says, eyes not leaving the track before the two girls re-appear.

the rest of the afternoon y/n spent in anxious silence and becky was the only one seeming to notice. after the race finished, music blasted on the boat and everyone was dancing and singing and y/n felt like a party pooper but the one champagne she had at 10 this morning was not carrying her through this. "i'm just gonna go toilet" she told becky.

and that's when it happened. her chest got tight, her breathing uneven and hands sweaty. y/n really didn't know what was happening today, normally she could drink and socialise with everyone but today she really wasn't feeling it and the one person that she depended on to make her most at ease was basically ignoring her existence. the room was spinning but y/n focused on her breathing as much as she could. about 30 seconds later, there was a banging on the toilet door. "anyone in here? we're leaving the boat now" it was a man's voice that y/n didn't recognise so she quickly wiped her eyes and tried to hold her breath as much as she could before exiting the toilet, thanking the man and heading upstairs. she noticed becky waiting for her. "will and bella are just up there" she said and y/n muttered, "of course they are". becky didn't notice, just lead the way off the boat.

"what's the plan, guys?" bella asked the group. "i'm up for a drink" chip says. "yeah i could go for a drink" will says and y/n internally sighs. "will, i'm not feeling well can i take the keys?" y/n turned to will and he handed the keys over before running over to the rest of them and jumping on chip, definitely drunk. becky stays with y/n for a second, "sure you're okay going back alone?" "well, will doesn't seem to care, does he?" y/n rolls her eyes. "i think he's just drunk and wanting to carry on the fun" becky says and y/n just nods. "get back safe, okay? love you" becky hugs y/n and attempts to run and catch up with the rest of them. y/n turned on her heels and walked alone back to her and will's hotel.

becky catches up to the group. they walk to a nearby bar. once they're all sat down, bella asks, "where did will's girlfriend go?" not even remembering y/n's name. "she went back" becky said. "did she even drink today?" bella slightly laughs. "i don't think she's feeling well" becky says and will turns around. "was she okay?" "i think you should've gone with her" becky says and she can see will internally debating. "fuck" he sighs, downing his beer. "right guys, i better go check on the mrs" he says, standing up. "nooo, stay for one more" bella calls out and will does debate if he's making the right choice, i mean you're only going to get this moment once, in monaco with all your friends. but y/n was also important to him. "no no, i better go" will looks down at becky for reassurance on his decision and becky nods.

will completes the 30 minute walk and knocks on the hotel door. "who is it?" he hears y/n call out. "it's me, will" he says. "ello ello" he cheerfully says as he enters the door. however, his smile drops when he notices y/n's eyes. "y/n, have you been crying?" he asks. and she quickly wipes her eyes. "no" she says but her voice cracks. "babe, what's wrong?" y/n crumbles immediately, tears flowing. will reaches forward to hug her and y/n falls into his arms. "what's going on? you not feeling well?" he asks, sobering up quickly to deal with this situation. “how have you notched noticed will?!” y/n almost shouts. “what?” will asks in genuine confusion, pulling away to look y/n in the eyes. “you’ve ignored me all day when i needed you the most” she continued. “well it’s not my fault you’re so co dependent on me that you can’t even get through a social situation. you had becky! i’m sorry for wanting to have fun with my friends!” y/n was shocked at what came out of will’s mouth, she’d never seen him like this. she just shook her head. “sorry for being so co dependent i ruined your day. go back out and be with your friends” y/n sat down on the bed, waiting for will to leave. “go” she said when he hadn’t moved. “no, y/n i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that” he says, realising what he’d done. “will, go” she said sternly, facing away from him. “y/n, i didn’t mean it, i’m sorry” he tried to sit down next to her. “seriously will. you’ll only be in monaco with your friends once and i already ruined your day so go and have fun” she said, standing on her word. “but y/n/n, i want to be with you” he said softly, now sat on the bed but giving her her distance. “if you wanted to spend time with me, you wouldn’t have ignored my existence today” she says, anger slowly turning into sadness. “i’m sorry, y/n i really am. i just got ahead of myself, there was lots of people that i knew and i just got sidetracked” will said sincerely. “yeah but it wasn’t loads of different people was it?” y/n asked snarkily. “are you… jealous?” will almost laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “no” y/n said, trying not to smirk. “i think you are” will laughed. “you’re cute when you’re jealous” will added on. “will, i’m not jealous!” y/n said adding a tiny of seriousness back to the conversation. “i had my first panic attack in months today and i just wanted you there” she says and will immediately snaps back to reality. “oh lass. i’m so sorry, i had no idea” he says, moving slightly closer to touch y/n’s arm. “i try so hard not to be co-dependent on you but it’s just you’re the only one who can help me in situations like that” y/n finally turns around to face will and he can see the softness in her eyes. “y/n you’re not too co dependent, i should’ve never said that. i’ve been anxious, i know how it feels and you helped me out of that. ugh i hate myself for not noticing this and i’m sorry for being an arsehole” will runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. y/n would forgive will eventually but she wasn’t letting him down easily because truth is, he did upset her and he did say some hurtful things but deep down she knows he loves her. “it just hurt when it felt like you were ignoring me, like i don’t expect you to cling to my side but just checking in now and again would’ve been nice… away from that bella girl” y/n grunted the last bit under her breath. will did hear but ignored and let her have her anger. “i promise to do better” he said and y/n nods. “can i have a hug?” will asked and y/n nodded and moved into will’s side. he reached his arm around her and her head rested in his neck. will rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “you’re the most special and beautiful person to me in the world and can’t afford to lose that. i’m sorry about today, i’ll make it up to you i promise” he kisses the top of her and they stay like that for a while before getting an early night and getting ready to start all over again tomorrow but this time with better intentions.

(idk if this fic entirely fits the song but there’s deffo elements there lmao)

#willne y/n #willne #willne fluff #willne angst #a bit more willne #willne imagine #willne x reader #f1

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starrywyatt · 2 months ago

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work from home- will lenney x reader

when will has the most important meeting for rodd’s so far, but reader wants all his attention and what reader wants, reader gets

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you woke up to the clinking of crockery. groaning and rolling over you were met with the cold and empty spot your boyfriend laid in about 20 minutes ago. slowly arising from your sleepy state, you enter the kitchen and your gaze immediately found your boyfriend topless, wet hair making his breakfast and your stomach did butterflies. no matter how many times you saw the sight of him shirtless with wet hair, it did something to you. “morning love” he called out as he noticed you. “got a really busy day with meetings” he said trying to make his coffee and food at the same time. “let me do this” you walk over and continue cooking his bacon whilst he stirs his coffee. “you’re a star” he says kissing the top of your head. “so busy, you forgot your tshirt it seems” you smirked. “as if you’re complaining” he teases back. will finishes stirring the coffee and gently nudges your arm to let go of the frying pan, “i got it, thank you” he says sweetly and you let go, but your eyes never leave his. “seen something you like?” will asks. “always” you smirk back. “you’re in a cheeky mood today” he laughs. “well you can’t be hanging around wet hair and topless and not expect me to have a look” you shrug, before grabbing an apple juice from the fridge. “how come you’re working from home today?” you ask. “office next door is having maintenance, it’ll be too loud to do any meetings there. we have a big meeting about getting rodd’s into the smaller sainsbury’s so i wanted to make sure connection was good” he explains. “aw babe that’s amazing” you cooed, rubbing his arm affectionately, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips and the desire in you was set on fire but he pulled away. “right i’m gonna go scran this in my office then jump on a call but i love you mrs, see you later” he ruffled your hair before walking into the home office. you don’t know what it was but something in you wanted him more than normal today. “remember a tshirt” you called out and heard him curse to himself before running out the door and back into your shared bedroom. you decided to also make some breakfast, trying to keep noise to a minimum. but, the whole time you were cooking you couldn’t stop thinking about will’s wet hair and shirtless body. you saw it often enough but something felt different today. after making your food, you creep past the office door hoping to maybe grab one last kiss before his calls started but you could hear him talking about stock levels meaning he was definitely in business mode. you sat down at the worktop to eat your breakfast and watched the next episode of the series you had just started. however, you were caught heavily off guard by the sex scene that was taking place and how much of an effect it was having on you. what was going on? you were now feeling cheeky and decided to send will a text…

💬y/n:

will…

about 5 minutes later, he replied…

💬will:

what’s wrong? you okay?

💬y/n:

i can’t stop thinking about you this morning

this reply took a bit longer…

💬will:

but you see it all the time?

💬y/n:

i know but you just looked EXTRA hot today…

after sending that text, you had a message from your period tracking app:

day 14: ovulation

you might have a higher sex drive than normal today

ahh, that makes sense. well, i guess it’s not my fault, it’s my body’s!

💬will:

well, thank you but correction- i look hot all the time

anyways i’ve got to pay attention to this call

💬y/n:

come pay attention to me instead😔

you were usually shy when it came to talking about sex and especially initiating it but something overtook you today.

💬will:

y/n please, i’ll do whatever you want later i promise x

💬y/n:

but what if i’m not in the mood for it later?

when does your next call end?

💬will:

y/n stop, i’d much rather be shagging you than on these calls but i have to, i’m sorry love x

💬y/n:

guess i’ll have to do it myself🙄

that was it, will couldn’t take it anymore. the teasing continued and you were even sending photos to wind him up, nothing too explicit but enough to make him adjust his collar. the call he was currently on just ended and he had 15 minutes before his next one which was the most important of the day, sainsbury’s. he jumped out of his seat and ran to your shared bedroom, bursting open the door. “i’ve got 15 minutes, make them count” he said, faster than anticipated and jumped on the bed in a frantic manner. you pushed your laptop to the side and will immediately connected your lips. you reciprocated, cupping his face and kissing deeper. you, resting on the headboard had will kneeling between your legs. he reached round to grab your ankles and pulled your so you were laying down, “lay down” he demanded and you did exactly as you were told. will moved back and leaned down, pulling your pyjama trousers off and looking up for permission to do your underwear too, you of course nodded. before you knew it, he had his face between your legs and was hitting all the sweet spots and playing you like an instrument that was making the best music. the sounds of you moaning spurring him on to keep going. “will i’m so close” you called out so will stopped. “un do me” he said moving forward to your face and getting you to undo his button before he slid off his trousers. he then pulled his own black calvin’s down his hips and his member sprung out, ready to go. “so i wasn’t the only one?” you teases. “well you got me all riled up” he sighs softly. he gives himself a few tugs before lining up with your entrance, rubbing your clit softly a few times before pushing himself into you. “fuck will” you yelled out. his eyes rolling too, happy with the feeling. “so tight” he moans out, pounding you slowly. he looks up to you, moving his head forward to kiss you. he keeps pumping, “i love you. i love you so much” will says as the tense builds. he reaches forward and pulls on your nipples, owning an even louder moan than before, will keeps going, knowing exactly what to do to get you to the edge. “i’m so close” will groans out. “me too” you say through moans. “ready?” will asks and you nod and on the imaginary count of 3, you both release at the same time. “good girl, that’s it” will says through his own orgasm. both of you reaching your highs. heavy breathing fills the room and will slowly pulls out, sighing and slightly out of breath. “happy now?” he teases, joking. “hmm somewhat” you joke back. will looks up to the clock. “shit the meeting started 7 minutes ago” will scrambles around for his clothes on the floor, before bolting out the door and immediately turns back around remembering he hadn’t he even kissed or cuddled you after what you’d just done. “i’m so sorry to leave you like but you started it and i really need to go” he pecks your lips. “i love you, you can have unlimited cuddles later i promise” he says in a rapid voice. you don’t even have time to respond before the door is slammed. i mean you technically did get what you wanted.

will runs back into the office and can hear james’ voice on the screen, “we have really seen demand for-“ he raises an eyebrow as will appears in frame. “i am so sorry, had an emergency with the plumbing in the kitchen. where are we?” he asked in reference to the call but the panic inside was extreme and it was definitely reflecting on his face and the fact his tshirt was definitely on backwards.

💬james:

for next time, get some sound proof padding

also, your shirt looks great backwards x

fuck, will thought to himself. he was so gonna curse y/n for this later.

i guess rodd’s might not be coming to small sainsbury’s as soon as we thought.

#willne x reader #willne #will lenney #willne y/n #james marriott #willlenney #a bit more willne #willne smut #willne imagine #willne fluff

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starrywyatt · 3 months ago

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now taking requests!! request imagines for george clarkey & arthur hill for now and i will hopefully do more soon!

#arthurhill #george clarke #george clarkey #arthur hill #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey y/n #georgeclarkey x y/n #arthur hill y/n #arthur hill x y/n #arthur hill x reader

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starrywyatt · 3 months ago

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☆ chapter 12: what the big fat fuck ☆

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

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george's pov:

"good morning, you're the first one here" producer callum says and i sigh, "typical".

we wrap up the episode and max heads home because he doesn't feel well. i head home also but stop off at joe and the juice for some lunch and it reminds me of madison, so i send her a selfie.

madison's pov:

i couldn't help myself. i don't know why but that selfie made butterflies appear in my stomach and a massive smile on my face.

george's pov:

max calls and she doesn't answer, so we wait for her to reply.

madison's pov:

i roll over and see the time, it's 12:30pm. oops. may have slept a bit too long. i squint at my phone and see hundreds of notifications.

💬messages abigail

GIRL WAKE TF UP

3 more messages

💬messages george

i hope someone has a defibrillator on standby

📞phone max 3 missed calls

📞phone andrew 3 missed calls

i was so confused. what was going on? i open mine and abigail's chat first.

#george clarkey #george clarke #arthurhill #chrismd #arthur hill #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey y/n #georgeclarkey x y/n

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starrywyatt · 4 months ago

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chapter 11 : be careful your hand doesn't fall off

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

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george's pov:

today was another show day for arthur and madison. i sat in the kitchen with arthur and spoke for a bit and then i realised i wanted to go watch the show again tonight, because why not? it's not every day you get to watch two of your bestfriends play the o2. plus i also had no plans tonight and chris is going to visit abi on set so i'd be alone. "do you think i could get in tonight?" i ask arthur. "sorry mate, i've used all my guest passes for tonight. ask madison she'll get more than me" he says, so i decide to text her.

it's now 4pm and arthur was heading to the venue. madi had text me back saying i was now on the guest list. so i had decided to tag along early with arthur as i knew no one else going to the show tonight and didn't want to be a loner.

we pull up to the venue and walk inside. there's easily 100 people backstage all doing different things. building sets, fixing lighting or carrying outfits. it was crazy. the door to stage opens and madison walks out. "oh hey guys!" she says and hugs arthur and i. "arthur they need you" some woman with a clipboard walks over and arthur leaves and it's now just me and madison in the corridor. "i'm gonna back to my dressing room, you can come if you want? or go watch arthur but they don't always allow you to" she shrugs and begins to head back to her dressing room. i follow closely behind her and we sit in her room. it's relatively tidy but there's racks of clothes everywhere. "clarkey, help me decide. which dress tonight. pink, purple or red?" she asks, flicking through the racks. "umm i don't know!" i say, laughing. "just pick!" she says and i pull a random one off the rack. "red, nice choice" she laughs.

it was now an hour until arthur needed to be on stage. me and arthur decided to hang out in madi's dressing room as it was much bigger than his and he was already dressed. it took madi a bit longer. "so you do this for like an hour every day?" arthur asks her, referring to her makeup. "not really an hour, it takes like 40 minutes" she shrugs. "ugh, women am i right?" i roll my eyes sarcastically and she turns around from her makeup chair to frown at me.

the hour passed fairly quickly and arthur was being mic'd up before heading out on the stage. madison and i watched him from the wings, singing along to the arthur hill classics and madison was even dancing away. "i might be found dead in the disco! broke my back in the limbo" we both sang at the top of our lungs and we had so much fun, soon enough arthur's set was over and it was time for madison to lock in. she hugged us both, before heading backstage to get changed and we headed out to our seats.

there was a countdown on the screen for madison's entrance and it was crazy watching the fan's reaction as it got down to one minute. it was surreal looking out to this entire arena of people that are here because they love madison and i felt lucky i got to know her. her short intro video plays and soon enough she's on stage, singing and dancing her heart out. i got so into it, i didn't even realise how much i was singing and dancing.

"welcome to the acoustic section!" she says and everyone cheers. "this is the part where it's just me and you guys and i love that, we get to sing some of your's and my favourites" she says and the crowd cheers again, she knows how to work a crowd but to be honest i think they'd cheer at any word she said.

she began singing 'message in a bottle' again and on second listen, i start to realise maybe she is singing about me? i mean, she wouldn't kiss me if she was seeing someone else, right? she keeps singing the song and the crowd love it and some of them already know the words despite this being the second times it's ever been played.

"you guys were so loud, that's crazy! i've only played that song twice but it seems like you guys love it so maybe i'll have to release it soon" she smirks and the crowd goes even more crazy if that was possible. "now, i want to keep these shows fun so i've decided to add a new acoustic surprise cover into each show! maybe one that reflects my life and it's so relatable i wish i wrote it and just songs i think are fun and tonight i'm going to sing one of my favourite songs right and i hope i do it justice, this is 'close to you' by gracie abrams" she begins strumming the chords and i don't recognise the song. (the song is linked at the top)

madison's pov:

i decided to add the covers into the show as a fun thing to keep the shows interesting but honestly also as a way for me to subtly hint to fans and other people what's going on in my life and my feelings. tonight i'm singing 'close to you' by gracie abrams because to be honest i feel like it kind of relates to how i feel about george, since our kiss he's literally all i can think about 24/7.

"Smoky, dark, crowded room, I need nothing Under pink light in June (Ahh) I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden You saw me look at you"

these lyrics were almost so specific to me and george as we literally did meet in june and our first outing together was in a crowded club.

"I'd burn for you And you don't even know my name If you asked me to I'd give up everything"

obviously, george does know my name but i still have no idea how he feels for me and my feelings are growing more intense by the minute and he might not even feeling anything so i definitely related to the hyperbolic sense of these lyrics.

'To be close to you Pull the trigger on the gun I gave you when we met I wanna be close to you Break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight"

i find myself wanting to be in his presence all the time, i look for him in every room i enter if i know he's around and it has literally happened overnight it feels like. as i'm singing this, i can't help but search for george in the crowd. i don't know if he'll pick up on the fact i'm singing about him or if he'll just think i like the song.

george's pov:

i still don't recognise the song madison is singing but i'm still stuck on her speech from the start. 'songs that are so relatable she wishes she wrote them' is this her way of trying to say something to the crowd? or am i overthinking it. this song is definitely about liking someone and i can't help but wonder if she's talking about me.

"And now your mouth is moving, cinematic timing You pull me in and touch my neck, and now I'm dying"

she sings these lyrics and can't wipe the smile off her face. is this about our kiss? i feel like i'm being delusional but i can't stop the thoughts. she breaks the eye contact and i release a breath i didn't even know i was holding, i turn to arthur and he's singing along to the song and waving to madison, completely oblivious to what's going on, thankfully. the song ends and she goes backstage and does her outfit change before the last set of the show.

before the last song ends, we begin to walk backstage to avoid the mad rush of people. we luckily have enough time to make it to the wings before madison finishes. she says goodnight and comes running off stage straight to us. "ahh" she runs over to hug arthur before turning and hugging me. "you were amazing" arthur says and she thanks him. "somehow even better than yesterday" i say and she smiles before we all head backstage. "well done, madi. get changed and ready the bus is picking us up in 30 minutes" her manager says, before walking off to take a phone call. "tour bus time!" arthur says excitedly.

madison's pov:

as we now travel around the country, it was easier to have everyone travel on a tour bus and just stop in hotel rooms where we could. we were playing in nottingham tomorrow, so we had to travel there today.

i head back to my dressing room and thankfully there's an ensuite so i jump in the shower and change back into some comfy clothes, we now have 10 minutes until the bus comes, i pull my phone out and text george.

i start panicking, maybe i'm being too forward. maybe he doesn't care enough to have a proper goodbye just us two. it's been a few minutes and he hasn't replied so i take the hint. why did i think he'd want to do that anyways? i mean we've kissed a couple times but that's it and i guess people do that every weekend.

i pack up the last of my stuff and olivia is calling me to get ready for the bus, so i pick up my bag and go to grab the door handle when there's a knock and i sigh thinking it's olivia being impatient. "i'm comi-" i open the door but i'm shocked to see george standing there. "oh sorry, i thought you were olivia" i laugh, slightly relieved to see him but i really don't have much time. he walks closer to me, hinting to go inside the room. "george, i have like 30 seconds before olivia chops my head off" i say, quietly and our faces are now very close together and him moving closer to me is making me backup, almost falling into the sofa. he closes the door behind him and leans in without hesitation and i can't lie it was hot. we kiss for about 20 seconds. "is that the goodbye you were hoping for?" he smirks. "yeah, something like that" i laugh. "you've got lip balm on your lips now, sorry" i say, wiping his lips with my hands. "what flavour is it, it's gross" he laughs. "vaseline you div" i laugh. "okay i really have to go" i say, sadly. "okay, i'm still gonna try come to bristol. i need to sort out podcast filming but my mum's nagging me to come home" he explains. "well i'd love for you to come" i smile and peck his lips one last time and hugging him as i pull away. "okay, we need to go" he says, opening the door. luckily, they were all waiting outside so no one sees us leave together and all of my previous doubts of how he felt are vanished.

"sorry i had to wait for george to finish shitting to lock the door" i say and smirk at him. "it's fine, just get on" olivia says, stood at the bus door. "go on george, have a little look i know you want to" olivia sighs, letting george follow behind me.

arthur was already inside, "mate it's so sick on here" he says and i look around and i can't believe this is ours. it's literally a house, we have a kitchen, living room and an upstairs. "what the fuck, this is so much bigger than mine and max's!" george says. "well when you're a global selling artist, you get more" i shrug. "you have the separate bedroom through there and we have a spare bunk or two for when abigail or whoever wants to come and stay" olivia explains. "i have a whole bedroom?" i say, mouth open in shock. and olivia leads us all through. "this is crazy" i say, smiling like an idiot. "this is bigger than the room that max had too" george says. "the walls slide in when we're driving, that's why it's so big but it will be smaller when we're driving, so enjoy the space whilst you have it" olivia explains and it was time to set off so we say bye to george. he hugs both arthur and i and says he'll see us soon. "the flat's gonna be so quiet, chris has gone to abi's" george explains. "at least you won't have to hear them shagging" arthur says and my george both have the same reaction. "ew shut up" i say and we get back onto the bus and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't sad to say goodbye to george but this tour was going to be so exciting anyways so i just needed to put all my energy into that.

we sit in the kitchen for a bit, discussing schedules and eating dinner. i'm so glad i chose arthur to come on this tour with me as it was going to make it so much easier having a friend around. "you two should probably get some sleep" olivia says and we agree and begin getting ready for bed. "i can't believe you get a seperate room" arthur says as we head upstairs. "listen, who's name is on the tour poster" i smirk. "both of ours!" he says, "oh shit yeah" i laugh. "well mines in a bigger font!" i joke back. arthur finds his bunk and we say goodnight as my bedroom also came with an ensuite so i got ready in there.

as i make it into my room, i notice something on the floor and i thought someone might have accidentally left something in here. it turns out they had, but i don't know if it was an accident. george had left the hoodie he was holding earlier, on the floor next to my bed, he must've dropped it when he looked around earlier. i get my phone out and text him a photo of me wearing it.

it was now 2am and we had been talking for an hour, so we said goodnight and head to bed.

#arthurhill #george clarke #george clarkey #arthur hill #chrismd #georgeclarkey x y/n #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey x oc #george clarkey y/n

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starrywyatt · 4 months ago

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chapter 10: oh so you do kiss famous, brunette girls?

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

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"fuck off" she jokingly pushes my shoulder and in the process almost knocks herself off the bench, i grab her arm and pull her back onto the bench. we're now inches away and i see her look down to my lips and something over takes me. i don't know where it comes from, but i kiss her. i kiss madison...

our lips connect and waiting to see if she reciprocated the kiss felt like years. but after a couple seconds, she settles into the kiss and kisses me back. my brain is literally screaming at me, what is happening?! we pull away and she's smiling, thank god. "oh so you do kiss famous, brunette girls?" she smirks and it takes me a second to realise she's referencing the 100 vs 1 video where i explained my type. "if i'm desperate i do" i joke and her jaw drops. "so rude" she says and we both laugh. madison looks at me and i can tell she wants to kiss again, i raise my eyebrows, silently asking the question and she just nods and leans in.

madison's pov:

this kiss lasts a bit longer but i have to pull away as the butterflies in my stomach are so intense, i feel like i could throw up or maybe that's the alcohol.... i pull away. "george, i think i'm going to be sick" i say, panicking slightly. "i tend to have that effect unfortunately" he says jokingly. "no, like right now" i say, walking over to the corner and leaning down. i feel george move behind me and hold my hair back and gently rub my back up and down. "you're okay, just get it out" he says and i'm sick about three times before i turn around. "sorry" i say and tears begin to form in my eyes. "what? don't be sorry, it's okay. you have drank quite a lot" he laughs and we sit down again and he quickly goes inside to get me a water. "thank you" i say as i sip the water. "do you want my jacket?" he asks. "yes please" i smile. the tiny dress seemed like a good idea earlier but not so much now. "do you want to go home?" he asks and i nod. "but we can't. people are still here" i say. "we've been out here so long it's actually 3am now" george laughs, showing me his phone. "oops" i laugh. i feel a bit better so we walk back inside and most people have left the club by now. "there you are! i wondered where you went. nice jacket" abi comes rushing over, smirking. "i was sick" i say giving her a sarcastic thumbs up. "oh no" she sighs. "i'm fine now but drank a bit too much" i smile. "good job you don't have a show tomorrow" george laughs. a member of the bar staff comes over and informs us that clear up of the venue is included in our hire price so we thankfully get to leave.

i still couldn't believe george had done all that for me in the first place, i truly felt like the luckiest girl alive right now. we walk back to the main street and call our separate ubers. thankfully due to my sickness, everyone agreed i probably shouldn't be left alone and naturally, abi wanted to go back with chris so it gave me a good excuse to head back with them and george. we hug everyone goodbye and chris and abi get a seperate uber and me, george and arthur take another as we couldn't all fit in one. "are you sure you're okay taking her?" abi asks, referring to me. "as long as she's not sick on me, it's fine" george laughs. "i'm fineeee" i moan, dragging out the e's. abigail just laughs before heading into her uber with chris.

i get in the back with george and arthur sits in the front. arthur makes good conversation with the driver as always and i turn to george. "we're so naughty" i laugh like a child, referring to the kiss earlier. "shh" george laughs, putting his finger to lips and i drunkenly reciprocate the action. i sat in the middle so i could be next to george. he didn't seem to mind, but it was a bit silly to do in front of arthur but oh well we can blame the alcohol. i start to feel my eyes getting heavy, so i go to rest my head on george's shoulder. "hang on" he says, holding me up briefly, so he can move his arm to go behind me and i can cuddle into his side. it was very comfy, so comfy that i slept the rest of the 20 minute uber journey home. "madi, come on. we're back" george nudges me to wake up. i groggily rub my eyes and sit up. arthur looks slightly confused at our previous position so i give him some affection too so he's not suspicious and think it's just drunkenness. i hook my arm round his as we walk into the flat building. "we played the o2 today" i giggle, the alcohol still very much in my system. "i know, mental isn't it?" he says and i nod.

we make it upstairs to the flat and george unlocks the door, letting me and arthur in before him. "where you gonna sleep?" arthur asks me and i just do a dramatic shrug. my drunken brain not functioning well enough to think of a lie. "i'll probably just let her have my bed again and i'll sleep on the sofa or the floor" george says. "what a gentleman! wait, the floor? you could stay in my bed and we can top and tail" arthur jokes, talking to george. "you almost had me, but then the top and tail part threw me off. i like to sleep NEXT to my lovers" george jokes. "can i go to bed please?" i ask, whining like a child. "yes, come on i'll sort my room out" george says. "alright, night guys" arthur says, going into his room. we make it inside and i sit on george's bed. i see him getting the spare duvet out. "you are just going to sleep in the bed too, right?" i ask. "well i wasn't sure you'd want me to. i wasn't just going to assume" he says. "george, i literally kissed you" i laugh, still very drunk. "yeah, but doesn't mean you're contractually obliged to be in more close proximity to me if you don't want to. i wasn't going to assume, plus you're drunk and i don't want sick all over me" he explains and i can't believe how sweet he was being and not forcing me into anything. "it's okay, i'd like you to sleep in the bed with me" i smile. "MY bed actually" he corrects me sarcastically.

"oh no! i don't have bed clothes" i sigh dramatically. "bed clothes? you mean pyjamas!" he laughs. "whatever! you know what i meant" i sigh again. "well, luckily for you i do own clothes" george says, walking over to his wardrobe. "you go brush your teeth and i'll find you some clothes" he says and i walk into his ensuite. "i need a toothbrush!" i call out. and he tells me there's a spare in the bottom drawer. i make sure to choose the bright pink one to leave my mark.

"here's a tshirt and it might have to be boxers on the bottom because my shorts will be too big" he explains, grabbing clothes from his wardrobe. "ew, your sweaty ballsack boxers!" i jokingly gag. "they've obviously been cleaned you idiot" he laughs. "okay good" i say and take the clothes off him. "thank you" i say and give him a peck on the lips, nothing more just a peck but i can tell it catches him off guard. "i'll go toilet and brush my teeth, you get changed" so i did just that, i kept my underwear on at first but then realised sleeping in a bra would be too uncomfortable so had to go without it which i was slightly nervous for but the state i'm in, i'll be falling straight to sleep.

"i'm done" i call out to george, before diving into his bed. "on my side again!" he sighs. "oops" i smile innocently. he gets into bed next to me and then starts nervously shifting around and i can tell somethings wrong and suddenly he begins to fiddle with the bottom of his tshirt and he notices me looking. "i, um normally sleep without my tshirt on, is that okay?" he asks and for some reason seems nervous. "yeah that's fine" i say and in my drunken state become unaware of the fact i am staring at him, so i quickly look away but oh my god. his abs, it was hard not too look. "sorry, i just get really hot" he laughs and i assure him it was more than okay but then i realised i was probably being weird and needed to stop.

we both lay down, next to each other with a normal distance between us. i had been sipping water since we got back and thankfully was slowly sobering up now. "thank you for tonight" i roll over to face george and he does the same. "you're more than welcome. i hope you enjoyed it?" he asks. "i loved it. i had so much fun for many reasons" i laugh and look down. "oh really? i wonder why" he jokes. "i wonder" we both laugh. "you were okay with everything today right? like i didn't make it weird?" he asks and i move closer to him. "you did the opposite of that. you did what i would never had had the balls to do. i thought you just saw me as a friend!" i laugh. "well, i mean i did. but like i don't know, an extra special friend" he shrugs. "to be fair, you do kiss all your special friends i mean arthur tv and chris have both had a piece" i joke. "we're thinking of two different kinds of special, i think" george says. "yeah maybe you're right" i sigh. "you were very good on stage tonight though, so you deserved the celebration. you couldn't even tell you were nervous" george smiles. "i feel like that's a lie but i'll take it" i laugh. "no genuinely you were a natural" he smiles."well, thank you. that's very kind" i smile and move even closer so i'm now laying on george. "i think we should sleep" george suggests and we see it's almost 5am. "yeah, good idea." i laugh. "good night clarkey" i say. "good night madi" he says and i quickly connect our lips and we kiss for a few seconds and i fall asleep with the biggest smile on my face that morning.

i wake up about 7 hours later and george is still fast asleep. i can't help but smile as i realise my current situation, cuddled up into the side of a topless george clarke in his bed after kissing him last night. i slowly reach across to his night stand and grab my phone. i decide to make a post dedicated to last night's show and the after party.

after i make the post, i see george has added to his story so i click on it...

the grin across my face spread even further. the story was so cute. i begin to feel george stir underneath me and worried i'd woke him up but his eyes slowly open and he stares down at me. "morning" i half laugh at his sleepy state. he rubs his eyes, "afternoon" he jokes. "your story was cute" i smile at him. "what story? ohh, that one" he laughs, sitting up slightly dragging my body up with him. "i tried" he smirks. he grabs his phone and asks if i have any plans today. "no, thankfully most days i don't have shows from now on are days off" i explain. "i guess i'm not gonna see much of you now" he says and i hadn't even thought that far ahead. "oh no, i guess not" i frown. "i mean one more night in london tomorrow and i go to bristol at some point" i explain. "i guess i can fit in a trip back home" he says. "yayy" i smile and george laughs at my child-like excitement, pulling me in closer and kissing my forehead and my smile literally reaches my ears. "your morning hair is cute" i say, patting the curls on top of his head. "ew no, it's like flat and weird" he says, trying to fix it. "nooo, i like it like that" i whine.

"do we agree not to tell anyone about last night?" i say and george agrees and i hope it's not the last time this happens. i know george isn't a player but part of me deep down is scared it maybe didn't mean anything. i know it's just my doubts talking but it's awkward territory as of right now. "i'll just say i slept on the floor again?" he asks and i agree. we both go to the bathroom to brush our teeth. i reach for the toothbrush i left on the side last night. "may as well leave it in the pot" george says and i smirk. "oh, you think i'll be back again" "yes, because every time we go out you're never sober enough to take care of yourself and plus if you don't the next girl here can use it" and i realise i can't really come back from that so i just start brushing my teeth.

when i finish, i change back into my clothes from yesterday as it looks a bit sus if i walk out in george's clothes. i walk out whilst george is still brushing his teeth. "oh good morning, you look in a much better state than you were last night" arthur laughs from the kitchen as he's making his coffee. "thank you" i laugh. "how crazy was it though?" i say, sitting opposite arthur and we debrief the night. "and we get to do it like 20 more times!" i say and arthur cheers. george walks out of his room and i smile at him as he walks over. "morning clarkey, thank you for last night" arthur says and him and george do some handshake thing only men understand.

shortly after, abigail and chris wake up and we sit and talk a bit more. we decide it's time to head back to the flat as abigail began filming for a movie tomorrow and i had to prepare for another performance and i hadn't got much sleep the night before and the alcohol had caught up to me.

we finally arrive back at the flat and both of us crash on the sofa. "how's chris?" i tease her. "he's gooddd. things are going really well, we're exclusive now!" she tells me and i can see how excited she is. "omg, that's amazing!" i say. "crazy how going on max's podcast has caused this, you're welcome!" i laugh. "i mean i guess i do have you to thank" she rolls her eyes sarcastically. "however, you did get a crush on george out of all this too" she smirks. "lies" i smirk. "you're the liar! i can't believe he's not made a move yet, it's so obvious he likes you too" abi shrugs. i really want to tell her but i also want to respect george and i feel like there's no real explanation for last night so i just keep quiet for now until there's actually something to tell. we end up watching a couple more episodes of modern family before deciding to head to bed.

i hadn't heard from george since i left, so i decide to text him goodnight.

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chapter 9: that's what friends are for

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

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madison's pov:

we pull out of the hug and i wipe my tears, with a bit of help from george. i don't know what came over me, i think the past few weeks have been very stressful with the album, tour and george. i can't read him. the video and him describing his type has made me realise maybe i'm just being delusional and he'd never be with me. i mean why would he? he has thousands of beautiful blonde, non famous girls falling at his feet. also i've not even known him that long why does my mind keep going there? "i need to drop this back to abi and i think you should get some rest before tomorrow" george says and i nod.

he picks up abi's bag and goes to hug me one last time. "you're taking on a lot but i know you can do it" he says as he holds my arms. i smile and thank him and he leaves. i try to dissect what just happened. i mean he opened up a lot to me but then you confide in your friends and i now feel embarrassed he had to see me in that way, in embarrassment i text him apologising.

FRIENDS. IM SO SICK OF THAT WORD. but it's the truth i need to face. we are just friends, good friends at that and that explains all the nice things he does for me.

i get ready for bed and thankfully, i fall asleep pretty quickly.

the next five days fly by way too quickly and i still feel so under prepared for tour but i have no other choice. i haven't seen anyone but abigail and arthur and my band since george came round the other day. but he's been checking in every day, which i really appreciate but i've definitely not given him enough attention back but hopefully he understands.

i wake up and today was the day tour begins. i'm so nervous, i couldn't even put it into words but i wake up and get ready to head to the first venue, the o2. i don't know who decided to put the biggest venue as the first stop. abigail decided to sleep at chris' last minute last night and to be honest, i felt worse waking up to an empty flat as i had no distractions but i guess this is what the honeymoon period is like. i look at my phone and a random number is calling me. i almost don't answer it but i decide it could be important, so i do.

"hello, it's deliveroo. i'm outside" some guy says. "sorry i don't think i ordered anything" i say, confused. "order for george?" he questions and i roll my eyes. this boy i swear to god. "oh okay, yes i'm coming down now" i say and head downstairs. it's a plain brown bag but i find the receipt.

order #23450 for george clarke

delivery note:

i know you have a busy day ahead, so thought this might help you out.

sorry they're not made by me but hopefully they don't taste better than mine

see you later x

this boy is so thoughtful. i open the bag and it's bacon pancakes which he cooked for me when i first stayed over. i immediately pull my phone out and text him.

it was in fact very helpful. i finish eating it before i pack my bags and olivia is outside in an uber to take us to the venue. the drive there we're discussing my schedule but also who's on the guestlist. 'um, mum can't make it so you can take her off" i say and olivia smiles sympathetically. "it's okay, you've got a great hype squad coming anyways. arthur frederick, george clarke, abigail grayson, chris dixon, max balegde and andrew spanndy. is that all correct?" she asks, reading the list. "yes, that's correct" i smile to myself, thinking how amazing they all are coming to support me and arthur.

we pull up to the venue and my jaw drops, there's trucks with my face on, unloading the stage and the equipment. "this is crazy" i say, gawking out the window like a child. "all for you" olivia smiles and i feel emotional once again.

i make it backstage and there's hundreds of people all rushing around doing different things. i am escorted to my dressing room and take a second to sit and take it all in. there's a knock on the door, i answer it and it's some guy with a headset, carrying a big bouquet of flowers. "these arrived for you" he smiles and i take them out of his hands and go into my room and whilst setting them down i find the card.

i instantly send a message into our group chat thanking everyone.

i soon head to soundcheck and thankfully everything goes swimmingly and before i know it, it's time for me to do my hair and makeup. i decided to do my own glam for the tour because i enjoyed doing it myself and it just felt like less stress.

i didn't see any of the others before heading on stage as they had already taken their seats to watch arthur perform. i went to the wings and found arthur nervously pacing back and forth. "how are you feeling?" i appear behind him, making him jump. "shit, you scared me" he says, holding his chest. "sorry" i laugh. "very nervous, there's like not a single empty seat" he says. "you can't tell me that" i laugh, covering my eyes. "sorry sorry. it's gonna be fine, you'll smash it" he says. "thank you, you too! and thanks again for doing this" i say. "are you kidding me? this is such a good opportunity. thank YOU" he says and we hug. "arthur 2 minute call" the stage manager says and i mouth good luck and take a step back.

i watch arthur from the wings and he absolutely kills it, the crowd were loving him and they were so loud, singing along to every word. he comes off stage and tells me how much fun he had and that the nerves go after the first few songs. i try to believe him but i was still terrified. i walk back to my dressing room, saying bye to arthur as he went out into the crowd to watch the show with the others. i pace up and down, trying to calm my nerves before my phone vibrates.

i put my phone on the side and i'm called to stage. i have 2 minutes until go time. i can hear my cue in my in ears and i creep up the stairs and am then am lifted up onto the stage by the platform and the beginning intro of 'bad idea right?' begins playing. "haven't heard from you in a couple of months" i begin singing and as i look around at the crowd, i realise how many people there really is and i'm in shock. i dance around the stage and i can slowly feel the nerves disappearing.

the song finishes and i speak to the crowd. "london, o2 how are we FEELING!" and i hear their screams and it's the most insane feeling ever. amongst all 20,000 people i still found myself trying to find my friends. "this is the most surreal feeling ever to be in the same room as all of you, singing songs that mean the world to me. i hope you have the best time ever, please sing and dance like you've never done before and we'll have a blast" i sing the next few songs and then head down the catwalk. "i want to say hi to some of you" i say, looking for signs but also trying to find george and everyone. i scan the left side and i finally spot them. "oh my god, my friends are here! hey guys" i wave and the camera on screen points to them and max goes crazy and the crowd all laugh. i read some of the signs and then someone comes and passes me a guitar. "okay, this next song is actually unreleased" the crowd cheers. "it's called 'message in a bottle' i wrote it literally like 2 or 3 weeks ago when i was in new york, thinking about my life at home. it's about having these confusing feelings and kind of wanting to tell people about it but also not being 100% ready to do it so you send the message in a rather inconvenient way instead and maybe it will reach them, maybe it won't. so this is 'message in a bottle'" i begin strumming the chords on my guitar and i sing it acoustically. i can't help but look for george whilst i'm singing it. would he know it's about him? would everyone else? was it too obvious? either way, looking out at the crowd's faces that i could see, people seemed to like the song which made me so happy. for the last chorus, i couldn't help it my eyes were locked to george and i could see he was looking at me too. "you could be the one that i keep, and i could be the reason you can't sleep at night" he smiles at me and i smile back, making me almost forget the lyrics.

george's pov:

the show so far had been amazing. madi had been dancing around the stage and hadn't missed a single beat. she was now singing just her on the guitar and her voice sounded incredible and it filled the entire arena. however, once i started paying attention to the lyrics and the fact she wrote it recently i realise she's singing about someone in her life right now. is she seeing someone? i mean it would be fine if she was but i feel like she would've mentioned it. or maybe not, i guess it's never really come up. i try to swallow the thought and carry on enjoying the show.

madison's pov:

i carried on the rest of the set, my dancers coming back out and i sing my song 'feather' (originally by sabrina carpenter) i was literally having the time of my life on stage with my dancers and i couldn't believe all my dreams were finally coming true. it got to the part of the song where i got to change the lyrics "i'm playing 2 nights sold out at the o2 and you're not!" the audience screamed at that part and i couldn't contain my smile.

i had one last outfit change before the encore. the last song i was singing was 'good 4 u' as it was one of my biggest songs and also the most fun to sing. i come back up onto the stage on the rising platform in the middle of the stage. the guitar strum plays and everyone screams, knowing what's about to play. i do my dance routine and sing my heart out and before i know it the confetti is dropping and the shows over.

"thank you guys for the best night ever. i can't believe this happened. i love you all more than you'll ever know, please get home safe, goodnight!" i say, kissing the camera and waving off the stage.

the lights came on and everyone began to leave the arena. i walk off stage and olivia was waiting for me with her arms open and i hug her. "you did amazing! congratulations" i get a few more congratulations from other crew members before heading to my dressing room. i sit down in the chair and take a big sigh of relief and also consume about a litre of water. about 5 minutes later, there's a knock on the door. i stand up to answer it and it's abigail, both arthurs, chris, george, max and andrew. "ahhh" i scream in excitement at all their faces. andrew was in the middle and reached out to hug me. "you were amazing!" i go round the group and everyone hugs me and says well done. i invite them all into my dressing room and we sit and chat about the show for a second. "the crowd was so loud, i kept taking my in ears out just to hear them" arthur h says and i agree. we're talking for a few minutes and then abi speaks up. "so, arthur and madison. we do actually have a surprise for you tonight" she says and me and arthur look at each other in anticipation. "we are throwing a after party for you at freedom!" she says and everyone cheers. "oh my god! thank you so much" i hug abi and she turns to me. "it was mostly george's idea. i can't take all the credit" i turn to face him and smile widely, hugging him also and arthur also turns to hug him "thanks mate". "well you guys were great, so we thought it was only fair to celebrate. plus these lot don't need an excuse to drink" george laughs. "let's party baby!" max says.

abi had thankfully bought me a spare change of clothes for the party, so i quickly showered in the venue and redid my makeup and within 40 minutes, we were all heading in a taxi to freedom. there was paparazzi outside and i literally felt like taylor swift. how did they know this was happening.

we walk inside and it's decorated with balloons and banners. "guys what the fuck!" i say, cupping my mouth with my hands in shock. "people should start arriving in like 20 minutes, but we wanted you to be here first" abi explains. we all get some drinks and shots and the dj starts playing songs we all love. guests soon start arriving. there was people me and andrew used to go to school with. some family, and influencers. i am introduced to arthur hill's mum. "madison! you were amazing this evening. i'll be honest i didn't know all the songs but all your dancing and everything it was just fantastic" she tells me and i'm grateful to meet her whilst i'm not too drunk. i hug her and thank her and she goes off with arthur to get a drink.

andrew and i end up catching up with some of our old uni classmates for a while before heading back out onto the dance floor. they play arthur's latest song 'john wayne' and everyone is reunited on the dance floor and all singing and dancing along. i find george once again and we sing along together. "do you want another drink?" he asks and i agree. he leads the way and i loosely grip his arm so i don't get lost in the sea of people. numerous people say hi to me on route to the bar but i don't take the time to stop, scared to lose george as it had suddenly got very busy. "where have all these people come from? i don't have that many friends" i whisper to george as we wait in the queue for the bar. "umm i honestly don't know. i think a lot of the influencers we invited added plus ones and maybe plus fives. this is the hottest event in town, everyone wants to come" he laughs and i tilt my head and rest it on his shoulder. "tired?" he asks. "yes" i laugh. "well i think that calls for a jagerbomb" he says. "fine" i sigh.

george ends up buying me a jagerbomb and a double vodka diet coke. this seems to do the trick as i suddenly have a new lease of life and am up dancing with everyone.

george's pov:

i was definitely drunk by now. i felt slightly worried about drinking as i wanted to make sure madi enjoyed herself and organising the party meant i had some responsibility in that but she seemed to be enjoying herself. i watched as she was singing and dancing with everyone and i just couldn't stop staring. she was smiling ear to ear and singing along to all the cringe club songs we all know too well. i don't know if it was the alcohol or my infatuation, but i stared at her so long i couldn't hear or see anyone else it felt like it was just her.

the party continues and it's now about 30 minutes until close and people slowly begin leaving. i see madison come walking over to me. "hey, you okay?" i ask. "yeah, do you want to come sit outside? abi is busy with chris" she shrugs. "yeah sure" i smile and follow her to the smoking area. luckily it's empty, so we get our pick of seating options.

we sit on the bench furthest tucked into the corner. "you okay? just wanted some air?" i ask her. "yeah, it just got a bit much. all the influencers were just using it as a meet and greet and i don't even know who half of them are" she sighs. "bloody influencers" i sigh jokingly and she laughs. "sorry about them, i hope it didn't ruin your evening. to be honest we didn't really know who to invite. the only influencers were meant to be mine and max's friends but i think word got out" i explain. "it's fine, i promise. you didn't even have to do this! like it's so kind of you" she says and i smile. "yeah but i wanted to. you deserve a celebration, i know you've been super stressed so i wanted you to be able to enjoy yourself" i explain. "you're too good to me" she says, moving closer to me innocently. i stretch my arm behind her. "what do you mean?" i laugh. "i don't know. you just do all these thoughtful things for me and i don't feel like i deserve it. and i don't understand why you do it" at this point, i think we're both still a bit tipsy as we would not have the confidence to say this to each other sober. "i do it because i care about you" i explain. "but i have lots of friends that care about me, but they're not as nice as you" she shrugs. "yeah but we're like special friends" i joke. "ohh special friends" she does a funny high pitched voice. "no, but seriously. i really appreciate it and like you've definitely become one of my closest friends but it just feels different?" she explains and i agree, things do feel different BECAUSE I LIKE HER! but she doesn't know that. "i feel different because i trust you and i opened up to you about lots of thing i wouldn't normally do" i say. "and i really appreciate that" she turns to fully face me now. "i really appreciate you" she smiles. "i try my best" i laugh and she laughs too.

"fuck off" she jokingly pushes my shoulder and in the process almost knocks herself off the bench, i grab her arm and pull her back onto it. arms still on her's, we're now inches away and i see her look down to my lips and something over takes me. i don't know where it comes from, but i lean in, i kiss her. i kiss madison...

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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chapter 8: on a mission to help my tragically single friend

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

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i wake up the next day and can feel my head on a surface that is not as soft as my pillow normally is. i open my eyes and realise it's rested on someone's chest. what the fuck happened last night? i look up as high as my eyes allowed without moving head and i recognise the beard, oh my god it's george. thankfully, i can feel clothes on my body and it looks like he's fully clothed too so i hope i didn't drunkenly throw myself onto him.

i hate how my first reaction to this scenario is to smile to myself and i don't really want to move, so i just try to go back to sleep. a few minutes later, i can feel george stir underneath me and determine how i should play this. if he's not interested, then he's probably going to be really weirded out by this position but i have no recollection of the previous evening and how drunk he was. i decide to also slowly wake up as i didn't want to leave him uncomfortable for long. "morning" he says, slightly laughing, probably out of awkwardness. "good morning" i look up and laugh also, his arm was still firmly round my waist so i guess he's not too weirded out. "please don't be freaked out. you were like really drunk and scared you'd in quote 'choke and die' on your own sick, so i stayed with you" he explains, making both of us laugh. "oh no! i'm so sorry" i say, bringing my hands up to hide my face. "it's fine. you don't snore so could've been a worse sleeping arrangement" he says. "what time is it?' i ask and he has to stretch over to the bedside table to reach his phone, causing me to fall off his chest and the sudden lack of warmth from george makes me shiver slightly. "jesus, it's half 1!" he says, laughing slightly. "in the afternoon?" i ask, rubbing my eyes. "no, we slept for 20 hours, it's the next day" he says sarcastically. "no way!" i join in. "how are you feeling?" he asks, turning over to face me. "i can feel a headache pending" i say. "i did try to feed you paracetamol- wait that sounds wrong" he says, laughing nervously. "great, you brought me here and drugged me" i joke. "pretty much" he shrugs and thankfully i can tell he's joking. "well, thanks for looking after me. i really appreciate it, god knows where i'd be if you didn't" i laugh. "head first in the thames, you had no idea where you were heading" george says, making us both laugh.

we get up for the day and i get back changed into the outfit i arrived in yesterday whilst george used the bathroom to brush his teeth and then we swapped over. "can we both agree to say i slept on the floor to avoid the questioning?" george says before we exit into the kitchen. "agreed" i nod and we see abigail and chris cuddled on the sofa. "oh hello you two" abi smiles. "afternoon" chris jokes. "ha ha, funny joke" george rolls his eyes sarcastically. i walk over and dive onto the sofa next to abi, ruining their romantic moment. she hugs me, looking slightly disappointed i broke them up. "did you sleep with him?" she whispers in my ear, referring to george. "what the fuck, no" i whisper back. "i heard that" chris says at a normal level, causing confusion to george. "have you guys eaten?" george asks chris and abigail. "yeah mate, we had time to eat 2 meals before you guys woke up" chris says. "oh shut up, i literally had to carry you home like 3 weeks ago" george says, causing abi to turn to chris in joke disappointment. "he's lying!" chris says.

"madi, do you want something to eat?" george asks from the kitchen. "umm, i don't mind only if you're having" i turn round from the sofa and smile. "fuck we have like no food in" george says, rummaging through the cupboards. "no worries, i can run to the shop?" i say, feeling bad he was going out of his way for me. "um alright then, i can come with you?" he says and i agree. "why don't you two just go out for lunch? saves the hassle of cooking" abi suggests, smirking knowing exactly what she's doing. "yeah could do actually, could ask max and andrew if they're free?" george suggests and part of me does feel a little bit sad to not spend time with just him but it makes it a bit less awkward. "yeah, sounds great" i smile and he goes to his room to phone max.

"i know what you're doing!" i whisper and point to abigail and chris and they both just laugh. "i don't know what you're talking about!" abi shrugs. "it failed anyways" i say. "i know, bloody max and andrew" chris says. "to be honest, makes it a bit less awkward" i shrug. "you didn't look very awkward last night" abi raises her eyebrows and thankfully, george walks back into the room. "they're coming here in 20 minutes" he smiles. "great, i might just quickly put on some makeup, abi can i borrow some of yours?" she says yes and i go into chris' room to touch it up.

george's pov:

i suggested max and andrew come because i didn't want to make madi feel awkward because it's essentially a date if it's just us two? well, no we're just friends but ugh i don't know, i felt awkward.

madison reappears and we head down to meet max and andrew. i did knock on arthur's door to see if he wanted to come but he was too tired. we walk outside and max and andrew were waiting for us. "glad to see you're alive" andrew jokes, referring to madi's previous drunken state. "god, don't remind me" she puts her head in her hands and we all laugh. i suggest joe and the juice and everyone agrees. i notice madison flash a small smile to me and i reciprocate. i chose it as i know she likes it and i also wanted to faintly remind her of our encounter about a week ago.

madison's pov:

we make it to the cafe and george immediately heads to the toilet because he forgot to go before we left. "so, is this a double date? what's going on?" max asks, smiling widely. "what? no! i promise you guys, literally nothing is going on" i say. "do you know what? i actually do believe her. you know how bad george's rizz is" andrew says, looking to max. "i still don't believer her!" max laughs and thankfully george arrives back to the table. "we'll go order and then you guys go?" max suggests so we don't lose the table.

it was now just me and george. "how are you feeling?" george laughs, referring to the after effects of my drinking. "not too bad surprisingly. headache is definitely there, but so far no sickness" "do you remember anything after getting home?" he asks. "i don't even remember getting home!" i laugh. "oh dear, to be honest you were in a state" he laughs. "it's max and arthur's fault" i laugh. "yeah i'm a bit scared of how you're going to cope on tour with arthur, you two are going to be off the rails" he laughs and max and andrew arrive back at the table with their food, so we head to the counter. "what you getting?" i ask george. he tells me and i relay to the cashier before telling them my own. "pay when you're ready" they say and turn around to make our drinks. "i'll get it" george says. "no you won't" i say and we begin arguing back and forth as we both try to put our cards down and i snatch his out his hands and pay. "that's for last time and letting me sleep in your bed" i smirk, saying the last part quietly and he rolls his eyes in defeat. "thank you" he smiles. "you can carry the tray though" i smile and he just shakes his head, laughing but does it anyways.

we sit down and begin to eat, making general conversation. "so when does tour start? two weeks?" max asks. "just less than 2 weeks now" i say, pulling a nervous face. "excitinggg" andrew says. "need to get my sequin outfit ready" george says. "oh my god please!" i say and everyone laughs. "yeah, no way is that happening" george says. "ugh you're so boring" i roll my eyes.

we finish up eating and head back to george's flat. max and andrew had to head home for a meeting. "for fuck sake, did you not get me anything?" arthur sighs. "you sai-" george starts but arthur cuts him off, laughing "i'm joking." "are you ready for tour rehearsals tomorrow?" i ask arthur. "shit, is that tomorrow? i forgot it was the 26th today" i nod and can see the panic on arthur's face. "it's fine, at least you don't have to remember like 13 dance routines like i do" i sigh. "yeah, i'm not jealous" he laughs. "13? jesus" george sighs. "yeah mate, it's a full on show"

abi appears out of chris' room, they kiss goodbye causing the rest of us to audibly gag and then we head home as i need to get ready for rehearsals tomorrow and abi had an audition.

george's pov:

as i head to bed that evening, i scroll instagram and my algorithm still thinks madison is my only interest. however, one post catches my attention.

how did someone even get this photo? i didn't even notice it being taken. however, it was funny watching people speculate what was going on with me and madison because even we don't know but hopefully people realise we're just friends.

the next week is busy for all of us. madison and arthur are in full swing for tour rehearsals and i have been doing some filming with the sidemen for their channel and side plus. however, me, chris and abi decide we want to throw a surprise party for madison and arthur after their first london show to celebrate the tour starting.

i open instagram and the first post that pops up on my feed is from madison of her and arthur in rehearsals and it made me realise i have actually missed having both of them around.

abigail had been staying with chris this week to help us plan the party but also because madison wasn't home much and she felt lonely apparently. she walks into the kitchen, "oh george, are you going to the gym today?" she asks me. "yeah probably" i reply, washing up my plate. "omg, could you do me a massive favour, i left some stuff at the flat that i need for my audition tomorrow. madison should be there later, could you grab it off her and bring it back here?" she ask. "yeah, no problem" i smile, secretly happy it gives me an excuse to see madison. "does she know i'm coming?" i ask. "umm no, i can tell her?" she says. "no it's fine i'll text her" i say.

i get changed and run to the gym, before texting madison i'll be there in the next hour.

i finish my workout and head over to madi's. "hello i'm outside" i say on the phone. "coming down" she says and within a couple minutes, the door swings open. "hey" she says, smile as wide as always and pulls me in for a hug. "sorry i'm a bit sweaty" i laugh. we go upstairs, "how's rehearsals been?" i ask. "stressful, tiring, everything aches but it will be worth it" she laugh. "i can imagine, can't believe how quickly the tours come around" i say. "i know, 5 nights to go. i'm terrified" she says, turning to stir the saucepan that's on the hob. "i'm making dinner by the way if you want to stay? i doubt abi's coming back tonight so there'll be spare" she suggests and i would love to but i've not showered since the gym and become conscious that i probably don't smell too great. "i would but i'm probably not the nicest smelling company right now" i say. "you know i do own a shower?" she smiles. "i mean i guessed so" i laugh. "you can shower if you want? dinner will be like 20 minutes" she suggests. "i mean only if you're sure?" i say hesitantly. "yes, i'll be bored eating on my own. i'll grab a towel for you" she says and goes to her room to find it and returns with soft, clean towel.

she shows me how to use it and leaves me to shower. thankfully i keep spare clothes in my gym bag.

madison's pov:

truth is, i didn't want george to leave, i hadn't seen him much recently and my anxiety has been through the roof with tour coming up and other family issues and i knew he would be able to take my mind off things. it's also pretty boring without abigail.

"thanks for that, very good water pressure you have" george says jokingly. "thank you, i appreciate the feedback" i laugh. my god, he looked good with wet hair. madison, pick yourself up. "do you need a hand with anything?" he asked, standing near me. "no, i'm just about to plate up actually" i smile and he sits down waiting patiently, i place his plate down in front of him. "thank you very very much" he smiles. "no problem, arthur says you live off deliveroo so i thought you should get a home cooked meal" i say. "oh did he now? i don't think i've seen him cook since we moved in!" george laughs. "i can't lie we've been eating really bad at rehearsals. too many mc donalds have been consumed" i laugh.

we finish up eating and george insists on washing up, although it ends up causing more chaos as he knows where nothing goes in the cupboards. "no! over there" i say, pointing at the correct cupboard and we both laugh.

"umm, my youtube home page tells me you filmed a 100 vs 1 video recently" i say, teasing george. "oh god, yes maybe i did" he says, looking embarrassed. "do you want to watch it with me?" i laugh, jumping on the sofa, turning the tv on. "noo" george sighs, but sitting down anyways. "wait if i'm on your home page, you must be a fan" he tries to turn the embarrassment to me. "yeah, fan of calfreezy. it's on his channel" i shrug and george admits defeat. truth is, i've never watched a calfreezy video and have definitely watch a few if not all of george's videos. we sit next to each other and i can see george is tense and laughing nervously.

"hey guys, welcome back to my channel! today i'm on the mission to help my tragically single friend, george clarkey find love or at the least a shag, he really needs it" cal says, tapping his shoulder. "i do" george sighs. "tragically single is mean" i turn to george laughing. "i don't know if i'm going to be able to sit through this!" he says. "so george, i have to ask what your type is?" cal says. "well, ideally someone not in the industry and i guess my track record is blonde, short girls" he explains and i feel my heart sink, he basically just described the exact opposite of me. "this was filmed ages ago, i have forgotten what i said" he laughs but i'm still distracted by his last comment but i try play it off cool. "shall i go buy some box dye?" i point to the door, jokingly. and i have no idea where that joke came from. "what?" george laughs, missing the joke so i just say it doesn't matter.

we continue to watch george embarrass himself in front of tens of stunning girls. "oh no, this next part is so bad" he says, putting his head in his hands. "i think my phones broken, can you call it to check it works?" the girl asks. "sure" george says but goes to grab her phone, missing the whole joke. "nooo, i can't look" he says and buries his head in my shoulder and i continue laughing. i pat his head sarcastically comforting him. "that's actually so embarrassing. i want to die" he says, lifting his head up. "hmm i'd more suggest a 2 week vacation with no contact to anyone" i shrug. we finish the video and he ends up going on a date and picking the final girl, who is conveniently a blonde model and then i realise... omg it's erin. that's how they met! they go on the date and he's feeding her grapes and wine and to be honest, it's kind of a hard watch for me and we mostly sit in silence, thankfully the video ends soon after.

"have you spoke to erin since?" i ask and george turns to face me. "not really, i'm not interested anymore but i'm just trying to let her down gently" he shrugs. "why not? she's gorgeous and clearly your type. not famous, blonde" i list the qualities (that i don't have).

george's pov:

i didn't want to watch the video with madi because i knew how it ended, me with erin. and i also remembered the blonde and not famous comment i made. and to be honest, i wasn't lying but they cut out the part where i said i didn't really have a type, just that the last 2 girls i'd spoken to were blonde but i truly had no preference. and the non-famous comment i made was true but i feel like madison has shown me that maybe i wouldn't mind dating someone in a similar industry but i couldn't explain myself because then it makes my feelings obvious. "i mean yeah, but i don't really have a type. i don't know, she's a nice girl but something just felt wrong, it's more of a personal thing" i shrug. "i get it, i've become a lot more emotionally unavailable since thomas cheated" she shrugs and i have to use context clues to realise thomas is her ex. "yeah that must suck. i think my biggest issue is, i've given so much to the wrong people. like i trust people too easily and now i find it hard to trust at all" i say and then realise maybe i'm saying too much. "god that got deep, sorry" i laugh nervously. "no, it's fine it's nice to see a serious side of you" she smiles, readjusting her seated position and it somehow ends up being closer to me. "you'll know when the right person to trust comes around. that's why most of my boyfriends have been friends first because what do you mean you're jumping into a romantic relationship with someone you don't even know. scary. or you're going on hinge dates with people you've known for 24 hours" she jokes about my catfishing experience. "wow, that was aimed" i laugh. "if the shoes fit" she shrugs.

after a few moments of silence, madison turns to face me "do you trust me?" and i can see sincerity in her eyes but i can also tell she feels slightly awkward asking it. "yeah, definitely. i've never really told anyone what i just told you" i say, smiling. "well i appreciate your honesty" she says, smiling. "hug?" she asks. "ugh if i have to" i roll my eyes jokingly. she sits up slightly and basically sits in my lap and we hug tightly, neither of us seeming to let go. "i'm so lucky to have a friend like you" madison says before we pull away and i can see tears in her eyes. "are you okay?" i ask. "yeah, sorry i think the hormones, stress and lack of sleep all caught up with me" she laughs and i wipe a tear from her eyes and then panic that was too forward. "everything is going to be okay, i promise" i say looking in her eyes sincerely. and she just nods and i can see more tears threatening to fall from her eyes, so i hug her again. she grips me tightly and i never want her to let go.

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chapter 7: what if i choke and die?

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

intro

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

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george's pov:

i was sat in the living room, scrolling tiktok and suddenly madison is calling. "hello" i answer. "hey, um abi's not answering her phone but i'm outside" she laughs nervously. why did i feel nervous to see her? i mean what's actually changed? "oh okay, i'll come down now" i say and i begin to make my way downstairs. and there she is, stood at the entrance with a bag. "hello stranger" i greet her, slightly making her jump as she was facing the other way. "oh hey" she laughs and we both reach out for a hug.

"how was new york?" i ask, as i grab her bag and we head upstairs. "tiring, fun but tiring. plus i can't believe i'm saying this but i missed london" she laughs softly and a messed up side of me is kind of glad she felt that way. "well, they do say distance makes the heart grow fonder" i say, referring to the city but honestly also referring to her. "it certainly does" she smiles nervously. "have you seen abi today? she's been quite distant" she says, looking down and her tone showing emotion. "umm not really, i wouldn't take it too personally. her and chris are glued at the hip but the honeymoon period is bound to end soon" i shrug, trying to reassure her.

madison's pov:

we walk up to the boy's apartment and i don't know why but being around george was making me nervous, i mean what really has changed since the last time i saw him? as he opened the door, abi, chris and arthur were stood waiting and a bunting that read 'welcome home' was hanging across the kitchen cupboards. "omg guys!" i run over to hug abi and then arthur and then chris. "we missed you so so much! well i did" abi laughs and i hug her again and i'm so glad things are okay between us because her distance has been sad.

we sit on the sofa and i dissect my new york trip and everyone is keen to hear all the details. we soon realise it's getting closer to the evening and none of us have eaten or got drinks to pre with. "shall we go to tesco?" i ask. "i need to jump on a zoom call, but you guys go. i'll just have whatever is going but with pepsi please" arthur says and goes to his room so me, george, abi and chris head to tesco. we were being rather unproductive just scaling the aisles so i say "i can make some pasta or something for everyone?" george looks at me and i can tell somethings on his mind. "cwazy idea, we do a cook off and i film it for youtube?" he says. "omg you guys should definitely do that" chris says and abi agrees. "fine, challenge is on. i'll definitely win" i smirk. "it's on baby!" george says in a funny voice. we gather our ingredients and also some vodka and mixers, of course including pepsi for arthur.

we make it back to the flat and george sets up his camera and lighting, insisting i wear a clip on microphone. "hello guys! welcome back to my channel, today we have a very special guest in the name of madison scott! you've probably never heard of her but that's okay i haven't either. she's paying me" he shrugs. "very rude, you should be paying me for all the views you're about to get" i say. "moving on" george laughs. "we are actually going out drinking tonight, so the whole flat needs something edible to line their stomachs so i'm taking one for the team because we all know women are shit cooks, right guys?" george laughs and high fives himself. "years ago, women's only job was to be in the kitchen so we'll see" i shrug and we begin.

i decide to cook creamy chicken pasta, as it was a speciality of mine. me and george hadn't seen each other's ingredients yet, but i notice him pulling a steak out of his bag. "no way you're doing steak! what a tory" i joke. "sorry i don't have the palette of a toddler" "wow, that's not true you'll be crying like one when everyone wants to eat my food"

we continue cooking and george thinks it's funny to turn my hob off to try sabotage me but thankfully i notice. "cheat" i nudge him.

we're both done and we call in abi, chris and arthur to be the judges. "okay, on presentation george might win" chris says. "well it's easier to display steak and vegetables than it is pasta" i point out. "that is true, but most important thing is taste" chris says, taking a bite out of mine first and arthur cuts into george's steak. "mate! did you even cook that, it's like raw" arthur says, screwing up his face. "this is, delicious. lots of flavour and the sauce is thick. literally perfect" chris says as he eats mine and i just smirk at george. "well this is going well" george sighs. abigail tries both and also agrees george's steak is not cooked enough. "can i just say george, you shot yourself in the foot doing a dish which everyone likes cooked differently" i say and i can tell he's regretting his choice. "okay, well looks like madison is the winner which is bullshit considering it's my video. luckily she's made enough to feed everyone because i'm feeding no one" george shrugs sadly. "it's the taking part that counts" i tap george's back sympathetically.

we end the video and we all sit down to eat. "let me try this shitty pasta" george says, taking a forkful. "for fuck sake, i can't even be mad because it's so good" he sighs.

it was now time to start getting ready, me and abi decided to take over chris' room as he said we could. i bought my outfit with me and borrowed some of abi's makeup. i was curling my hair and me and abi were singing along to our usual joint playlist. "so i'm guessing you and chris have kissed?" i raise my eyebrow. "maybeeee" she says and hides her face. "we haven't done anything else though! we're going kinda slow but i like it, it just feels nice" she smiles. "aww that's actually really sweet. but gross, i'm too single for that" i say. "okay, but george! you definitely like him" she grills me. "i don't know. he's nice but i just can't figure out my feelings plus i don't think he sees me like that. i see him liking girl's instagram posts all the time and they look nothing like me" i shrug, curling my ends. "okay, that last sentence just confirmed everything i need to know. the fact you know who's instagram posts he's been liking tells me you like him" "well they just appear on my feed!" abi turns to look at me and i stay silent, i have no defence for it to be honest.

"hello ladies, the others are arriving in like 10 minutes for pres" chris pops his head in the door and we finish up getting ready and head back into the kitchen. george had been put in charge of music and i knew he was feeling nervous about it, so i was prepared to roast him for his taste. i walk into the kitchen and grab a cup, of course george was stood right next to the cups, on his phone but he looks up. "you look nice" he smiles and it catches me off guard so i take a second to reply. "oh thanks" i nervously smile. why does he have this effect on me? i now have to pour lemonade into my cup but my hands were shaking slightly from his words.

arthur tv, max and andrew soon arrive. "madi!" andrew runs straight over to hug me. "andrew! i missed you so much" "we're so proud of you, new york is fucking crazy!" he says referring to him and max, i turn to max and hug him also. we briefly catchup and then carry on drinking. i turn back to the kitchen and see george stood by himself, so i walk over. "how are you, mr dj?" i nudge his side and i can tell something's on his mind.

george's pov:

truth is, erin keeps texting me and i know she's going to be there this evening with her friends and i haven't exactly told her i'm not interested so i don't know how to play it. i can't tell madi about it because i don't want to put her off, thinking i'm not interested in her on the odd chance she's interested in me, but then if she isn't interested it's a good way to make her think i'm also uninterested.

"how are you, mr dj?" she says, nudging my side. "not drunk enough" i laugh. "do you want some of this?" she reaches out her cup. "what is it?" i ask and she tells me it's a vodka lemonade and i down the cup and i look up and she's staring right at me. "yep, didn't want my drink anyways" she laughs. "i'll pour you a new one" i say and do just that.

soon enough, it's time to leave and we all bundle into ubers. i go with the boys and abi and madi go with max and andrew. they arrive a bit before us, so we say we'll meet them in there.

as i walk into the bar, i notice erin immediately. for god sake. she comes straight over, hugging me. "hey, i missed you" she says and i don't want to be rude so i hug her back but don't say anything. i look around and arthur raises his eyebrows and laughs but i can see abi giving me a funny look and i realise this is a bad idea. i turn back to face erin and i can hear madi's voice behind me talking to abi. "just don't look. it's fine, he's just saying hi" i can hear abi say and i begin to wonder is she talking about me? surely not.

i make small talk with erin and her friends but try to move away, "i'm gonna go find arthur but i'll see you soon" i say and as i turn around i hear her and her friends squeal with excitement and i feel so bad. i go back and find both arthurs, chris and abi. i look to the right and see max, andrew and madison on the dancefloor, having the time of their lives but i can see some aggression in the words madi is singing and i can't help but think of what abigail was saying.

i decide to order some shots, so i go over to max, andrew and madison. "gonna get some shots, do you guys want some?" i ask, max and andrew agree but madison just follows behind them and says no. we head to the bar and madison turns to abi and says she's going toilet and i can see abi looks concerned but lets her go. we do our shots and i turn to abi, "is she okay?" i ask, slightly concerned. "umm i think so" she shrugs before walking off to go see her.

madison's pov:

okay, truth is i was already very drunk so all my emotions were heightened. but watching george with erin made my stomach turn because we couldn't be more different if we tried and it makes me feel like shit, especially whilst i'm trying to come to terms with my feelings. "i'm just so confused! and this isn't helping!" i almost shout to abigail. "i know, i understand. but i really do think he likes you, i think erin is just trying to get with him but he doesn't seem interested honestly" she tries to reason with me and i take some deep breathes before going back out to the bar. george, arthur tv and chris have been put on karaoke and my ears literally hurt. we walk over to arthur hill filming them and laugh at them. "oh dear, don't quit the day job guys" i say, before ordering a water. george notices and asks me if i'm okay. i fight every urge of anger in me and instead be polite, "yeah, just peaked too soon" i slur. "do you want to get some fresh air?" he asks and i nod and follow his path outside, almost falling over a couple times.

we take a seat on a bench and i turn to him, "how's erin?" i turn to him bluntly and i can't even believe i said it, i clear my throat and hope he didn't hear. "umm yeah, she's good. i think. i didn't really ask actually" he says, trying not to make eye contact. "i'm not really interested in her, but she just keeps appearing" he says and the 100kg weight is lifted off my chest. "oh really? how come you're not interested? i mean she's really pretty" i shrug, the alcohol slowly wearing off and my speech becoming more coherent. "i don't know honestly, just something doesn't feel right and i think i'd be better suited to someone else" he shrugs and i smirk to myself. "oh really" i say sarcastically, confidence appearing out of nowhere. "hmm maybe" he smirks, looking at me. "i think you owe me a shot" i say standing up, holding my hand out for him to take. "but you were just trying to sober up" he laughs. "yeah but it's not even 1am yet. one more drink won't hurt" i laugh and he holds me hand and follows me in. i notice erin across the room and all my girl's girl qualities go out the window and i stand as close to george as i can and laugh extra loudly at his snarky comments. why was i doing this? i suddenly realised what i was doing and took a step back, smiling at her but she looked sad. "umm erin just saw me with you, might wanna go say something. not that we're anything but-" i began to stumble over my words. "it's fine, i've been meaning to all night. i should say something" george says and i down my shot and head back over to the others.

'shake it off' by taylor swift plays and me, max, abi and andrew lose our minds. both arthurs and chris also joining us and soon we're all singing along to the song and dancing together and i just feel so happy. like my life was finally on track and i had the best friends ever. we all kept singing to the next few songs and george finally appears again. i see arthur hill nudge his side and they whisper amongst themselves but i try not to pay attention.

about an hour later, i am now somehow 6 shots deeper and it's all max's fault. chris and abi left as abi wasn't feeling well before we came out anyways and wanted to go to bed and george and arthur h promised they'd get me back safely. i was now back to slurring on my words and losing all balance. "i think we should get you home" george turns to me. "no, i wanna dance!" i protest, turning to andrew and max but they also look tired, so i lose this battle and we all head home.

george's pov:

we're stood outside, waiting to book ubers and andrew turns to madison. "do you want to go home or back to george and arthur's with abi?" he asks. "ohhhh, i miss abi" she frowns like she's about to cry. "you'll see her in a few hours" i reassure her. "i think she should sleep on your sofa or something. i'd be a bit worried for her to be left unaccompanied. i'd take her back to ours but the building work's still going on" andrew says laughing. "yeah, it's fine, we'll look after her" i say, "come on, you crazy girl" i say slightly tugging her arm to follow us to our uber, silently praying she doesn't throw up inside it.

arthur gets in the front and me and madison get in the back, i help her buckle in as she was too busy talking about the clouds or something like that. "madi, we can do this all the time when we're on tour" arthur calls from the front, still also slightly drunk. "yayy! i can't wait" she cheers, throwing her arms in the air like a child. "not sure that's the best idea" i laugh. "oh shush george" she says and arthur agrees, both laughing. thankfully, madi begins to doze off so the rest of the journey is quiet.

we make it back to the flat and me and arthur (mostly me) help madison up the stairs to make sure she doesn't trip. "mate, i feel like i'm gonna throw up. can you sort the sofa bed out by yourself?" arthur says, making sure i was okay dealing with madison and i let him go toilet and bed.

"omg, we're in your living room" madi says, still completely out of it. "no way, crazy isn't it" i say, slightly laughing. "i feel a bit scared" she says and i'm confused. "why?" i ask. "i don't really know what's going on. my mind is a bit like this" she says and does some weird hand movements. "that's okay, just sit there. i'm just sorting pillows out on the sofa for me to sleep" i explain. "but you have a bed" she shrugs. "yeah, and you're sleeping in it" i tell her. "no, that's okay" she slurs and i laugh, "well where are you gonna sleep then?" i ask, pretty much fully sober now and finding her state slightly amusing. "i don't know!" she sighs, looking at the floor. "don't worry, i'll give you some water and help you go to bed in a second" i say, finishing off my makeshift bed with a blanket.

we walk into my bedroom and find madi's bag outside chris' bedroom door. there's some clothes inside which i assume are pyjamas. "do you want to get your pyjamas out your bag?" i say, not wanting to invade her privacy. i hand her the bag and she's squinting to try find the clothes. "these aren't mine!" she giggles like it's the funniest thing ever. "well who's are they?" i ask, laughing at her laughter. "abigail's! that's so silly" she laughs again and i'm also laughing but at her not with her. "okay, well she obviously gave them to you to wear tonight so i'll go outside and you can put them on" i say and she just nods and starts taking her shoes off, almost falling over. "sit down as you do it" i say, almost laughing.

i stood outside my bedroom door before i hear "georgeeee" and i assume she's done, i peer round the door just in case but thankfully she's fully clothed. "okay, drink some of this water and take this paracetamol and then go to sleep" i say, handing them over to her. "what if? what if-" she stutters over her words, trying hard to get them out. "huh?" i ask, sitting down next to her as she looks scared. "i'm sick in my sleep and i choke and die" she says, like she's about to cry and i'm slightly taken aback by her jump to extreme. "i think you'll be okay" i say calmly. "but what if i'm not and i'm alone" she says, still scared im not sure what of but the alcohol must still be plaguing her. "well i can give you a sick bowl and i'll leave the door open so i'll hear you if you do" i explain, trying to reassure her. "george" she says, staring at me and not finishing the sentence. "please sleep in your bed. i'm scared" she says and i can gather what she's suggesting and i don't know what the right thing to do is. i want to respect her and give her personal space but i'm obviously not going to try anything and she's innocently asking out of drunken fear and at this point i do just want to sleep... but what if she wakes up and thinks i'm a weirdo? is she in the correct head space to make a decision? for fuck sake. "okay, fine. i'll go grab my pillows from the living room" i say and she smiles and climbs into my bed.

i return with the blanket and pillows, "oi, that's my side missus" i say and she just giggles. "my side now!" and i just roll my eyes playfully, not in the mood to argue it. i get into bed, trying to keep as much distance as possible as i watch madi chug the water i gave her, before resting her head on the pillow. she turns to face me, moving slightly closer. "your eyes are really bright" she says, staring at me "thank you?" i laugh. "i'm still really drunk" she giggles like a child. "no way?" i laugh sarcastically. "shush" she says and moves even closer. i don't mind but i do feel the tiredness take over me and just want to sleep so i turn the light off and put my head back on the pillow, now even closer to madison. i move my arm into a more comfortable position and end up accidentally smacking her in the head. "shit, i'm sorry" i say, putting my hand on top of her head, patting her gently. "ouch" she slightly laughs and pushes her head forward in pain and ends up landing on my chest. the sudden physical contact shocks me slightly, especially when she doesn't make an effort to move away. "i'm so sorry" i say, trying not to laugh and rubbing her head gently again to show my apology. "it's fine, just minor concussion" she joke and we both laugh. her head is still on my chest and i can't tell if she's noticed or not so i just choose to ignore it. "okay, let's go bed now" i say, still slightly laughing but i look down and she's fast asleep. how has she done that in a matter of seconds. my arm was currently just hanging in the air and the only way for me to sleep comfortably was to wrap it around her, so i guess this is how we're sleeping and oddly enough part of me doesn't hate it.

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starrywyatt · 8 months ago

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chapter 6: maybe fall in love with your friends? who knows

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

intro

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

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george's pov:

i woke up the next morning and i realised i had dreamt about madison the night before. nothing suspect, just a recap of sitting and eating with her in her flat. but i've been hanging around with her recently, so that's normal right? i open my instagram and she's the first post that appears, i literally can't escape her from my mind or in real life.

she looks like she's enjoying herself in new york and that makes me happy but i would be lying if i said i hadn't missed her being around. chris is pretty occupied with abi and arthur's been in the studio all week so i've been by myself quite a lot. i filmed a video with calfreezy a couple weeks ago and i met this girl called erin. i then ended up bumping into her again on a night out, she was coming across pretty strong and she did try to kiss me but for some reason i just couldn't do it. despite how attractive she was, something just felt wrong and i just couldn't put my finger on it.

madison's pov

i exited the hotel and paparazzi were waiting for me again and it piles on the pre-existing nerves i was feeling about the show and my performance. i get into the taxi and olivia runs me through the schedule for the day but to be honest i wasn't paying much attention, i'll just go where people tell me.

we arrive to the studios and i am directed to a dressing room. "we'll need you for soundcheck in 30 minutes" a woman with a clipboard tells me. i sit on my phone and for some reason decide now was a good time to search up my name on twitter...

@user1:

madison scott is literally mother, i love her she could never do wrong in my eyes

@user2:

i remember the days that fallon had proper talent on, now they have idiots like madison scott???

@user3:

if madison scott has no fans i am dead

@user4:

i can't be the only one that thinks theres something going on with madison scott and arthur hill

what? this made me laugh, how have they drawn that conclusion, i guess i've been spending a lot of time with their group recently but that's so funny to me that's what outsiders have taken from it, that i'm dating arthur? speaking of, i receive a text from george...

friends. friends. why does that word feel like a knife to the chest? because that's literally what we are.

don't get me wrong, i'm not completely fine now but maybe george is right i just need to enjoy the moment and believe in myself. there's a knock of the door and i'm suddenly whisked away to soundcheck. i was going to sing the smallest man who ever lived' (originally by taylor swift) as it was one of the most popular songs on the album and this is arguably the biggest performance of my career so to use it so shit on my ex boyfriend is fun.

few hours later...

george's pov:

i had spent most of the day in my room but erin kept texting me and it was almost annoying me that i couldn't bring myself to be interested in her as she's a lovely, attractive girl and we have lots of things in common but i just can't get madison out of my mind...my thoughts are interrupted by chris and abi bursting into the living room, which i wasn't expecting just yet. "what time's madi on?" abigail says, sitting down on the sofa. "in like 2 hours" i say, looking down at my phone.

chris and abigail take over the tv and put modern family on for the next couple hours. "this is mine and madi's favourite. we watch it together all the time" abigail says before resting her head on chris' shoulder. i watch the first few episodes with them but i need the toilet and allow myself a few minutes to think. maybe i should pursuit erin so no one gets suspicious or thinks that i might like madi? no, that's mean to erin.

i walk back into the living room and it was now only 10 minutes until the show starts and both abi and chris had fell asleep. in all fairness it was almost 5am but i felt bad for madison if no one was watching, so i turn off the tv and make my way to my bedroom. i decide to watch it in here instead of risking waking the other two up. i find the website with 2 minutes to go. i take a photo of the screen and send it to madi to let her know i'm watching.

the show begins and there's a couple random segments and adverts before madison comes out. i can't lie i was getting very tired but i'd made it this far i wasn't going sleep now.

"please welcome our next guest all the way from london! she's been smashing the charts and is now about to go on a sold out tour, it's madison scott!" jimmy introduces her and she walks out waving with the biggest smile on her face and i find myself smiling with her. "take a seat, take a seat" jimmy says and she sits down on the iconic interview chairs. they talk about her album and her tour. "i mean you must be having the time of your life?" jimmy asks. "yeah, i mean last year was pretty tough but you know i worked through it and got an album out of it and recently i've met some really special people and life's finally on the right tracks" she smiles. special people, ey? "right right, are you back on the dating scene? can i ask you that?" he says, slightly nervous to ask. "yeah, you can. but no, not at the moment. i think it would really have to take the right person you know, i'm having so much with my friends but maybe someone will come along. who knows?" she laughs nervously. "exactly, you're so young! have fun and maybe fall in love with your friends? who knows!" he says cheekily, and they both laugh. "maybe" she shrugs. she needs the right person? damn, what did her last boyfriend do. am i one of them special friends? i hope so.

they play a game of accent challenges and madi does terribly at it and i know i'll bully her for it later. but now it comes time for her to sing. she chose to sing 'the smallest man who ever lived' (originally by taylor swift). i didn't know this one very well as it wasn't quite gym material and also doesn't really relate to me but i was excited to see her perform it. she appears on the screen and i can see her hands shaking. i hope she remembers what i told her.

as she sings, i can see more emotion building up inside her and then the bridge hits and she just explodes but in the best way possible. the performance is literally perfection. she hits every note and it's full of so much emotion that it actually worries me a tiny bit that she's upset. she finishes the performance and all that previous confidence disappears and she stands there smiling nervously and i look down and realise i'm clapping like an idiot with the audience, i guess i was just that engrossed. the show ends and the credits roll. i reach my phone and immediately text her...

madison's pov:

i'm still in shock george actually stayed awake to watch my performance. i know he mentioned it but i kinda thought he was joking. the thought of him watching made me smile like an idiot. for god sake, how has he got me like this?

i get into the taxi which is heading to the airport. i decide to make an instagram post to commemorate the performance...

i am driving to the airport and looking out my window. i literally accomploished one of my biggest dreams, performing in new york! like it's crazy that little old me is here!

we make it on the plane and thankfully i sleep most of the flight so it passes pretty quickly. we make it through security and then i have to decide if i want to go straight to george, chris and arthur's or go home first. i decide i should probably drop my bags off and shower first.

thank god i napped on the plane because it was going to be a long evening...

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chapter 5: she's a model, of course she is

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

intro

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

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madison's pov:

we end up going straight to the hotel room and the tiredness overtook me all at once, so i end up going to sleep almost immediately and thankfully it sets my body clock to new york time. i was thankful because i knew tomorrow was going to be a pretty boring day of meetings and just sitting in a room with olivia talking on my behalf. next day...

i woke up as my alarm went off and surprisingly felt quite refreshed, despite having a 7 hour flight the previous day. i meet olivia in reception for breakfast and we walk to a local cafe.

we talk a bit more before i have to go into my first meeting. i don't know why i keep messaging george but i find myself making excuses to. the anticipation of waiting for his replies, the only dopamine getting me through this day. and to be honest, i hadn't flirted with anyone in forever, so it was kinda fun.

george's pov:

i woke up and went gym like i always do and then decided to be productive and film a reaction video for my second channel. it took me a few hours and when i was done i came out my room to make myself a drink and noticed abigail and chris hadn't moved from their spot on the sofa. "have you guys moved today?" i laugh. "i went to the bathroom twice, if that counts?" abi, turns her head and replies. "have you heard from madison?" abigail asks me. "yeah why?" i ask, between sips. "oh, she hasn't text me that's all" she shrugs. "you've already been taken over by george" chris laughs. "only because he fancies her" i hear abi smirk under her breath and chris laughs. "alright, well i'll leave you guys to shag, i have important things to be doing" i say, walking back to my room. "madi's just sent me a selfie if you're going for a wank!" abi shouts back and her and chris giggle like children.

i somehow ended up in a rabbit hole of watching reels of madison's old performances last night after listening to her songs in the gym. they were catchy what can i say? and now because i hardly ever watch reels my whole feed is full of photos and videos of her as instagram thinks that my only interest, which i can't say i'm too mad about... i see a photo of her exiting new york airport and realise it's a paparazzi photo, i didn't quite realise the extent of her fame over there.

madison's pov:

the next couple days we get to spend being cringey tourists and i'm having so much fun but i can't help but feel like i'm missing out on the fun at home. abi has basically been living with the boys and they were making plans and going out with some of the boy's friends. i think it hurts more knowing they're having fun without me. i have never really had a solid friendship group and things were going so well with the boys, what if they forget about me already? i scroll instagram for a bit before arthur made an instagram post that caught my attention...

literally all my friends are together having fun and don't get me wrong, i'm having fun in new york but part of me is jealous, especially when i notice the photo of george with another girl... which is fine, i don't care, i promise.

however, curiosity takes over and i click on her profile and notice all the boys and abigail follow her and she's a model, of course she is. she's gorgeous. i text abi, considering i haven't heard from her in a couple days...

i continued with the rest of rehearsals for my performance but i couldn't shake the thought of george with another girl out of my head and i didn't know why. i bet he wouldn't even bat an eyelid if that was me, which he shouldn't because we're just friends...

tomorrow i make my big american tv debut so i needed to stop being so distracted and focus on the important things, however i knew there was only one way i was going to get it off my mind.

"olivia, this might be crazy but i have the urge to write a song, does anyone have a guitar i can borrow?" i ask. "umm, i can get hold of your one for fallon but i'll need it back by tomorrow morning and don't stay up too late!" she says. "yeah, that's fine" i smile and she makes a phone call and gets the guitar brought to my hotel room. it was around 7pm and i decide i'm too tired to go out for food, i'll just order room service.

i make it to my hotel room and the guitar is placed on the bed. i order some pasta to the room and turn on the tv. it's playing some random kids cartoon i've never seen before. "see, lily if you want to get out your feelings but you're too scared, just write them and put the message in a bottle!" the character says, handing over a glass bottle and a piece of paper. "will anyone ever see it?" the other character asks. "well if you want them to, you can let it float in the river and hope it reaches them" the first kid smiles. why am i so engrossed in this kid's show? and why was i relating?

i see my phone light up and see a text from george and i feel my stomach flip a tiny bit...

is he really going to stay up to watch me perform? although, he said 'we' so he probably won't watch it alone.

we finish the conversation and my pasta arrives and i am starving so it goes down well and i finish a whole episode of modern family.

once i'm done i decide to get my guitar out and start writing. to be completely honest, george has made my head go all over the place. i think it's because i've never really had someone in my life care so much, so quickly. my last and only boyfriend wasn't exactly the best guy so i think my standards are low but i still do think george has been exceptionally nice to me and gone out of his way for me but why? i mean i've only known him a few weeks, but he already showed me so much more compassion than some of even my closest friends.

i couldn't wipe the message from that silly kid's show, about a message in a bottle, from my mind. i think it's because that's how i felt about this george situation, my thoughts are definitely not rational right now and i don't even know if they're correct to my true feelings but i wanted to express them indirectly to him and hope they maybe make their way to him and the message in a bottle symbolises that perfectly.

the song that madison is writing here, is 'message in a bottle' originally by taylor swift, listen at the top whilst you read if you like!

I know that you like me And it's kinda frightenin' Standing here waitin', waitin' And I became hypnotized By freckles and bright eyes Tongue tied

okay, i don't know if george does actually like me but this whole song is the most hyperbolic version of the situation. but the thought of that is terrifying and now these thoughts have been placed in my head i feel like the next time i see him will be different.

But now You're so far away and I'm down Feelin' like a face in the crowd I'm reachin' for you, terrified

being away from him and the others has made me realise how much i actually do enjoy spending time with him and this trip has been pretty lonely and through it all i've found myself reaching out to him in my spare time.

'Cause you could be the one that I love I could be the one that you dream of Message in a bottle is all I can do Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you You could be the one that I keep, and I Could be the reason you can't sleep at night Message in a bottle is all I can do Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

again, this is very hyperbolic as i'm definitely not in love with him yet but it's fun to think about being in love with hot people, right? like imagine having him thinking of you before going to sleep? there the kinda feelings i want this song to encapsulate.

These days I'm restless Work days are endless Look how you've made me, made me But time moves faster Replaying your laughter Disaster

this whole trip has been work and it's been exhausting but the seconds i've spent talking to george have been an escape and i find myself thinking about him way more than i should.

i write a short bridge to finish the song off...

How is it in London? (London) Where are you while I'm wonderin' (wonderin') If I'll ever see you again?

okay, this is me being dramatic i know i'll more than likely see george again but the drama queen in me wanted to write about a longing love. but i do wonder what he's doing or thinking about back in london whilst i'm here writing a pathetic song about him. he probably hasn't thought about me once besides the times i've been bugging him over text.

but i also couldn't believe i'd just managed to write a whole song in one setting. i check the time and it's 2am and i have to be awake early to do some press and head to fallon, so i should probably get some rest. i decide to text george goodnight as it was probably a reasonable bedtime in england.

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starrywyatt · 8 months ago

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chapter 4: don't you think it's sad you've never been in love?

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

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chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

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madison's pov:

i spent most of the week doing press and attending meetings about tour but today was the day my tour tickets went on sale. it was 9:15am and me and abi were getting on the tube to the boy's flat, even though abi had been there for the past few days anyways. i hadn't seen the boys since last week as i had been busy with work, so i was excited to see them all again.

we walk up to their building and chris had given abigail a spare key yesterday, so we could just let ourselves up. "good morning" arthur hugs us on arrival. "are the other 2 still asleep?" i ask. "i think i heard movement from george's room but i could be wrong" arthur shrugs. we pull up my laptop and i call olivia. she gives us the login for ticketmaster analytics and we can see there's currently 200k people in the queue for the london dates. "jesus christ, how many tickets even are there for london?" i ask olivia. "60k across all 3 dates, so some people will be disappointed" she says and i suddenly feel scared, i don't want to let people down but i also did not expect 200k people to be waiting. we hear a door open and in walks george. "oh good morning" i say, smiling. "too early for this" he says, still half asleep. he walks over and hugs me tightly and gives abi a side hug. "jesus, 200k people in the queue" he leans over and reads my screen. "i know, i'm scared" i say and george walks on the other side of the island to make breakfast. "why?" he laughs. "scared of being too popular" he continues, mocking me. "no but like people will be disappointed" i explain. "like i always say, snooze you lose" george shrugs and i turn my attention back to the screen and there's now a 1 minute countdown. "fuck fuck fuck" i pace around the spot i'm standing in. "30 seconds!" arthur yells and abigail squeals too.

it's finally on sale time and we can see a progress bar of the % of all tickets that have been sold. "what the fuck it's at 30% already" i say, in shock. george leans over and tries to see the screen. "65!" abi shouts and i dramatically fall to the floor, screaming. "80!" olivia says over the phone. "what the fuck, this is not real" i say. "CONGRATS MADISON SCOTT, YOU'RE GOING ON A SOLD OUT ARENA TOUR!" olivia yells on the phone and i see george pull something out from his side. "congrats madison and arthur!" he says and lets off a giant party popper, gaining screams of fear and shock from me. i laugh but i'm still in shock. "WE'RE GOING ON A SOLD OUT TOUR!" i say, grabbing arthur's arm, jumping up and down. "sold out in under 3 minutes, well done"! olivia says, still on the phone. i turn to abigail and she pulls me into a tight hug "i'm so proud of you, what the fuck" and i begin to tear up. this has been my dream for as long as i can remember and the fact it's coming true in a way like this is crazy. george walks round the island and pulls me into a hug also. "well done, i knew you'd do it" he says into my ear as he hugs me. "thank you" i pout when he pulls away. we hear a door open and turn to face the corridor, it's chris. "what the fuck is going on?" he walks out his door, only just woken up by our screaming. "WE'RE GOING ON A SOLD OUT TOUR CHRIS!" i yell to him and it jolts him awake. "oh wow, congrats guys!" he turns to me and arthur. my phone starts ringing and it's andrew. "GIRL, IT'S SOLD OUT! WE COULDN'T EVEN GET TICKETS" andrew almost yells down the phone. "i'm so pissed, i was on there at 9:58" i hear max say in the back. "you do realise i can just give you guys tickets?" i say, laughing. "okay good because max is close to tears" andrew laughs. "pussy!" george says in the back. "shut up george" i laugh. "oh, you're with george?" andrew says in a suggestive tone. "and abi, arthur and chris. calm down" i say. "okay, well we're going to the gym so i'll let you guys go" andrew says. "wait did i hear that correctly? max is going to the gym?" george says, in joke shock. "ha ha, yes i am. fitness legend is returning" max says and we say goodbye and hang up the phone.

"i can't believe the tour starts next month, i need to start packing!" arthur says. "i know, that's kinda my fault i took too long to plan it" i say. "we should go out for dinner to celebrate" chris says from the corner with abi in his lap. "i'm literally flying to new york tonight" i say sadly. "sorry? america?" george says, shocked. "yeah, got to do promo and perform on jimmy fallon. pretty cool but like i also hate flying" i shrug. "what the hell! that's so cool" arthur says. "thankssss. speaking of, i need to go home and pack. abi are you coming or staying here?" she decides to stay with chris, so i head home myself. "if you wait, i'm going gym i'll walk to the tube with you? let me just get changed" george proposes and i decide it's an alright plan so i agree.

george appears after about 5 minutes, in his gym gear and i catch myself staring. i look down, "ready?" he says, smiling and i smile back before snapping out of my daze and standing up. we make it outside and walk to the tube station. "what time's your flight?" george asks. "8pm, but i get scared i'm going to mess something up so i'll probably leave at like 4?" i almost question. these are normally the things my mum plans, i'm still not used to doing it myself. "yeah, check when you're check in opens is the best bet. are you flying alone?" he asks. "yeah unfortunately, my manager is already out there. it's gonna be so boring" i sigh. "well, do i have a cure for you. i happen to know of this fantastic podcast that already has hours of content published" he smirked. "does it happen to be called 'the rubbish hotline'? i joke back. "nope, that's max's spin off" "right, okay maybe i'll check it out" i smirk. "well, if you get wifi i'm doing nothing all evening. i can tell you some jokes, keep you entertained" george shrugs. "hmm, i think i'll pass" i joke. "wow, that's rude" george says pretending to be offended. "what gym do you go to?" i ask george. "pure gym waterloo" "that's literally right next to my flat... and i still don't go" i laugh. "it's a good gym to be honest, we should go sometime" he says. "i will keep that in mind, i probably should do some cardio for tour" "there's plenty of ways to get cardio in" george says in his funny voice. "hmm really? like what" i smirk. "you know, shagg- no i'm joking" we both burst into laughter. "smooth" i nod. we finally make it on the tube and i guess we're getting off at the same stop. "what are your plans when you get back?" george asks as we sit down. "pack, have a mental breakdown, pack some more and then stress that i've forgotten something" i shrug. "you should be fine. as long as your have clothes and your passport. you'll be good to go" he shrugs like it's nothing. "not true. i need skincare and i need to pack for the climate, is it gonna be hot or cold? will there be any formal dinners? will i need a swimming costume? will i need any accessories? lots to think about" i say, realising i'm talking really fast. "sorry, internal thoughts" i laugh nervously. "it's fine. how big is your suitcase? pack one outfit for every feasible scenario?" he says and he's probably right but i'll still stress about it, how is he so chill about everything?

we get off the tube and walk to our destinations. the gym was actually just past my flat, so george walked with me to my apartment. "have a safe trip, i'll see you when you're back probably" george says. "yeah definitely. i'm sure you'll have abi to keep you entertained" i laugh. "she'll be moving in soon!" george jokes. "tell me about it, and they've only known each other about 2 weeks" i say. "well, have a good workout" i add. "thanks, sure i will" george says and leans in for a hug and of course i reciprocate before he walks away and i catch myself watching the distance between us grow and him disappearing, before snapping out of it and going into my building.

george's pov:

i walk past madison's apartment and make a mental note of the surroundings. this sounds weird, but i have something in mind for later. i make it to the gym and i have a good workout, i decide to put madi's new album on as i still hadn't heard the full thing besides the popular ones that are on every radio station you put on. the songs get me through my workout and i thankfully brought spare clothes, so i decide to get a quick shower in the gymp and head out to plan my surprise for madison.

madison's pov:

it had been about an hour since i left george and came home. i had made some progress, i had counted out my underwear and chosen a few of the outfits i want to take. suddenly my phone starts ringing, it's george. i was slightly confused but i answer "hello, um i'm outside can you let me in?" he asks and i say yes and he hangs up and i'm very confused as to what's going on. i walk downstairs and george is stood there, waiting for me. "hey, are you okay?" i ask him, still confused. "yeah, i just wanted to drop these to you" he passes me a bag and i open it up. inside is my favourite sandwich and drink from joe and the juice and some primark packing cubes. i look up at him in shock, "george what the hell? you didn't have to do this!" i say, pulling him into a hug. "it's no bother, i knew you were stressed about packing and i thought they'd be useful and i also thought you'd probably be too busy to make lunch, so i asked abi what one you liked" he says and my heart is swelling, i notice he also has a bag of food for himself. "do you want to come up and eat it?" i ask. "i don't mind, i didn't want to make you feel like i had to come in if you're still packing" he says, panicking slightly. "just come upstairs clarkey" i laugh and he follows.

we sit down at the kitchen table and unbox the food george had kindly bought. "excuse the state of the place, abigail was stressed trying to find a specific outfit the other day and caused a hurricane in the living room" i roll my eyes. "it's fine, you've seen the state of our place" he laughs and i agree. "have you packed much?" george asks, taking a sip of his drink. "some, i made a start" i laugh. "well, better than zero" george shrugs. "exactly what i say"

we talk for the next hour and george seems genuinely interested and asks me about the trip and what i'm doing and i ask him for tips for the best way to get to gatwick airport. i don't think even he really knows the best way, but he is keen to help which makes me smile. "just remember any specific clothes, medication and passport as they're pretty much the only things you can't buy out there" he says. "that is a very good point" i nod.

after another 30 minutes, george decides to head back home. "thank you so much for doing this, you really didn't have to" i say, still in shock at what he'd done. "i promise it's fine, i was going past anyways and thought it'd help you out" in all honesty, i now have a lot less time and am gonna have to rush to pack the rest of my case but i really didn't mind. we hug again but this time it feels more intimate i don't know why, i didn't want to let go but i do and he walks off.

i end up packing the rest of my case and the packing cubes are very useful, thanks george. i call an uber to the tube station and i follow the route george helped me plan and thankfully make it to the airport with plenty of time.

i make it through security and have an hour until boarding so i browse through the shops. the flight was long but i manage to download a few episodes of the useless hotline to watch.

"most likely to get cheated on" their producer calls out. "well this is hard because i'm in a healthy relationship but george has never had a girlfriend" max laughs. "i don't see what's so funny" george says back, smirking. "do you not think it's like so sad you've never been in love" max says. "i mean it will happen one day, i'm not in a rush" george shrugs.

i realise he was not joking about the never having a girlfriend thing, but how? he's one of the nicest guys i've ever met or from what i've seen so far. and not to mention he's not exactly ugly... i end up watching all 5 of the episodes i downloaded just in case there's any more embarrassing george stories i am unaware of. and then i sleep for the remaining few hours. i am woken up by the flight announcement that we were landing, thank god. i wake myself up and prepare for landing.

my manager, olivia tells me that she's waiting for me by the exit. i begin to find the exit and am bombarded with paparazzi. for a moment, i forget that i am actually kind of well known. however, in that moment i had no security and felt slightly vulnerable as i was not expecting this. "madison, over here" "madison, who's your new album about?" i shield my face and grip my suitcase tight. thankfully at the end of the road i see my manager through the window of a taxi, i run towards the door and she opens it and the driver takes my bag and i'm finally away from all the cameras. "oh my god" i say slightly out of breath. "quite the welcome" olivia laughs. "i was not expecting that, at all" i also laugh. "yeah, we're working on security as we speak. you're a lot bigger out here than you realise. we also need to get working on US tour dates" olivia says, straight into manager mode and i just nod.

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