For You and maybe Me

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~I Can't Help Falling in Love With You~

I took a deep breath before opening the door and looking George in the eyes again. He looked sad and broken and so did I, but my fear was still there that he was just pretending to be. Yes, I was scared. Afraid of losing him, afraid that he lied. I didn't want to be afraid, I wanted to be back in his arms. "Come on in," I said with a nod into my apartment. Without saying another word, he stepped past me and stood in the hallway until I closed the door. I didn't know exactly how to start this whole thing.
"Do you want some coffee or tea?" I asked so as not to be completely rude. After all, I respected people, even if George wasn't doing all that great. "I urgently need a coffee"
"I also like to take one," he accepted my offer. "Haven't slept in days."
"Heard you were sick at the meeting," I continued the conversation while turning on the coffee maker.
"I haven't been feeling so good lately," he said.
I wonder why? He sat on the couch while I was still making the coffee and thought about what else I could say. Should I just talk about it out of nowhere? Just say: Hi, you broke my heart and I never want to see you again? I could do that badly. I kept making the coffee and kept trying to find a way to get into this conversation.
"Can I ask you something?" Asked George slowly. I looked over my shoulder briefly to look at him. Since the couch was turned with its back to the kitchen, George's back was logically turned towards me. "Yes", I answered shortly and took the two cups in my hands.
"Have you ever thought of both of us after ... after ..."
"You kissed your ex?" I finished his sentence, sat down next to him on the couch and put the cups on the table.
"It is-"
"It's not what?" I interrupted. "Not what you think? It didn't sound like Alex and Lando lied to me."
"They don't have either ..."
"So what should I do then?"
He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. To me, he looked so desperate as I have never seen anyone in my entire life. I mean, he could have any girl in the world: he looks good, is famous, has money, can offer anything ... Then he took a look at me and probably thought to himself what was wrong in this world.
"Nothing, you saw it correctly, but you didn't understand it correctly," he explained. My eyebrows rose and I took a sip of my coffee. He wasn't serious, was it?!
"Okay, so am I stupid?" I asked ironically.
"Did I ever mention that in a word?" He asked confused.
"Sounded just like that to me."
"It's really hard to argue with you," he admitted and also sipped his coffee.
"I've heard it many times," I mumbled and sipped my coffee again. "But to answer your question from before: I cried myself to sleep for almost a week because I ... yes you know it yes"
He did not say anything. What should he do? I just got a confusing sideways glance and that was it. Nothing else. But what else should I expect?
"Me too"
This time I looked at him confused. It didn't sound like a lie, it sounded like a confession. If that's really true ...
"I miss you, Lilibeth," he said again in his broken voice. "Every single second. I would do anything to have you back, but ... it doesn't seem like this is going to happen."
I got weak again. His voice finished me, everything about him that I saw made me weak and soft. The whole of "I'll hold on to it" was gone again. I could not. When I looked at him like that, I knew something about this story that I don't think was true. "May I tell you everything without you interrupting me?" George asked.
I nodded slowly and tried to stay calm. I was also on the verge of crying as my hormones were going crazy.
"The girl ... my ex," he began. "Well, the story is really ugly. I was with her for a long time, almost a year and then it came out that she cheated on me for two months with a guy from London," he continued. "Anyway, I found out almost a week before you started with us. Suddenly she was in a weird mood and had no idea, then I spoke to her and she confessed it to me. Of course, I broke up immediately and that Contact with her broken off. And then you were there. You made me crazy from day 1 and I had butterflies in my stomach. ", He admitted in love and gave me a smile.
And there he was again. The charming, loving George who smiled and was always able to enchant me. The George I fell in love with.
"I ... I was completely lost in you. And that's not a lie. Any guy who would tell you that you weren't worth anything has no eyes, he's stupid. But you know, that was why you're here in England now and why we both ... maybe we both found each other in some way if I can put it that way, "he said. This made me smile too, but it went away. I wanted to say that this still didn't explain anything, but I promised him I wouldn't say anything. "So yeah, at the party ... yes. Suddenly she walked in and said we should be together again because she loves me so much and ah something else. Her boyfriend, with whom she cheated on me, apparently had no money more and of course, she needed some. "
To give him a signal, I just nodded.
"Well, then I told her that I wasn't interested in her and that she should leave because she just went into the middle of the party. Of course, she knew that I had something with someone after I said it and she kissed me. Probably hoping it would get worse."
"It actually worked", I mumbled.
He nodded. "I hate her for that. I lost you because of her. And you are the most precious thing I have ever had," he said.
And there it was again. My heart started beating faster. When someone says that to you, it's all worth it.
"After you kissed me, I feel special," I admitted and felt the tears well up. I looked at him again and saw that the tears were already in his eyes. "Because no one has ever looked at me like you do. And no one has ever looked so ... so exhausted to me"
Tears fell both of us at the same time, which made me cry even more. "I'm so sorry George," I sobbed, hugging him. We hugged each other and both started crying.
My hatred for him was completely broken. How could anyone hate him? I was just way too naive. Of course, the story was, you could tell by looking at him. And I couldn't know the whole story because I didn't give him a single chance to tell me.
"Can ... can you forgive me, Lilibeth?" He asked, lifting his head to look at me.
"It is..."
I couldn't talk anymore and let go of him to completely bury my face in my hands. Now I started to cry harder. Everything was my fault, not his. How could I have been so stupid that I didn't even ask Lando what was between them? He looked at me so in love every single time, you could never have faked that and how often have we looked at each other like that? Or our near moments, our kiss?
He didn't even deserve me. You don't deserve someone like me. I was worthless, the way I behaved, you wouldn't want to. And he turned up completely exhausted in front of my front door wanted to tell me. And he didn't want me to give him another chance, he wanted me to hear the story. 
When I started listening to music in the background, I looked up, confused. George suddenly stood in front and held out his hand to me. I didn't have to turn around to see that it was my record player that my music was coming from and from the first note I also realized that it was
"I Can't Help Falling in Love with You" by Elvis from the first note. Did he really turn on my record player?
"I want to dance with you," George said when he saw my confused look. "And erase and rewrite that last moment we parted."
I took his hand, which was cold this time, and let him pull me up. We walked away from the coach so we had enough room before his George put his left hand on my hip and I put mine around his neck. We danced slowly to the beat of Elvis singing.
Did I ever mention that it was my dream to dance slowly to this song with my dream man? And that's exactly what happened ...
We went even closer together so that I could feel his breath on my skin and I could breathe his scent again. How much I missed it. Just everything about him. To be in his arms again, to be able to breathe his scent, to be able to have him close to me and to feel his warmth ... All my worries were forgotten and only the two of us existed.
Our foreheads came together when I couldn't stand avoiding his eyes anymore. His were still red from crying, mine probably more than his, but I didn't care. His eyes shone again, just as I loved to look at them. So I could lose myself in her again for hours and I wouldn't notice.
"George, I..."
"Shh," he silenced me by putting his index finger over my mouth. His hands clasped my face and we both stopped. I forgot to breathe for a moment as I felt our faces come closer. Our lips finally touched and all the magic was back. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy, my knees went weak and I was completely lost. His lips just felt like heaven -no wait - it was better.
I pulled him even closer to me by his neck and let the kiss become even more passionate until we both got breathless and pulled away from each other.
"I love you," I said, breathing heavily. George's brown eyes widened as I said this.
I also only realised in the next moment what I had just said there. Those three words had such a big impact and I knew it. Not only that: this argument proved so much between us and those words I hoped he realised.
"Can you please repeat it?" he asked softly, stroking my cheek with his thumbs.
"Do you want to record it?", I joked with raised eyebrows.
"Maybe."
I chuckled softly and kissed him again. Yes, kissing felt great, no matter what was said. I had never kissed a person as much as I kissed George, but his lips felt like heaven and I would have loved to never stop.
Elvis has gone silent by now and that's when I realised that George had chosen the single version. Clever boy.
"I love you too," he replied softly and this time kissed my forehead before holding me against him. Being in his strong arms was all I needed right now and where I felt comfortable, that's all I wanted.
And those words were the ones I loved to hear from his voice. His voice made it sound better and his accent made it sound even better. "Lilibeth?"
"George?" I asked back, lifting my face again. His stroked my cheek again and he looked at me closely, as if trying to memorise every detail of my face. "Please, be mine"
My heart stopped beating for a second when I heard those three words. And then the fear came again.

Please don't let it be a dream, please.

This was a dream, after all, this doesn't happen in real life. Your dream man doesn't kiss you while an Elvis song is playing in the background and doesn't ask you to be his girlfriend afterwards... No, no, no. 
"Yes," I said and kissed him again. At that moment, everything was just perfect. Everything. I was happy again, knew that everything would be fine and that I was the happiest person on earth right now. I could taste the salt on our lips between kisses, but I didn't know who it was from, because I knew we were both crying. 
After that, we actually just looked at each other. For quite a while and I didn't know how long, but it was probably too long. But I didn't care because I liked looking into his eyes and I didn't get bored, I never would. "What do you actually do after that?", I suddenly asked, which made George giggle. "I don't know, I don't care," he replied without taking his eyes off me. "I'm happy to go, it's almost 10 o'clock..."
"No," I interrupted, hugging him closer. "I don't want you to go"
"Okay, okay," he laughed and hugged me again. I buried my face in his chest and breathed in his scent. Now I was aware that this is not only my favourite smell but that I will smell it every time until it becomes the most normal smell for me."We can watch Netflix and cuddle," I suggested shyly. "Oh darling, I love it when you sound so innocent," he chuckled and we walked to the couch. I picked up the remote and grabbed another blanket so we could cuddle in.
"What film?", I asked.
"I don't care, you choose"
"Die Hard?"
"Oh man, are you serious? You watch movies like that?" he asked, surprised, putting his arms around my shoulders. "It'll be interesting to get to know you better."
"Don't worry, I'm full of surprises."
I turned on Die Hard and cuddled up with George.

"George?", I said after a while.
"Hmm," he mumbled, sounding a little sleepy.
"Do you know you're my first boyfriend?"
He lifted his head and smiled gently at me.
"Then I hope I will be the best first boyfriend."
He kissed me on the cheek and lowered his head onto my shoulder. We continued watching the film and after a while I noticed George breathing steadily and falling asleep. Smiling, I ran a hand through his hair before turning off the TV and putting the blanket over us so we could sleep. Tonight I would think of George again, but this time I didn't cry, I smiled as I fell asleep too. 

A/N: Yepp, this chapter is full of tears and I am still crying because I realized that I gonna die alone one day. May I have a George as a boyfriend, please? 
What do you think, how will the story of Liliebeth and George continue? 😏

Sending Love x