HBC + character One Shots!

- George | 'I don't watch football' p2 (SFW/small NSFW)

Heyya, I know someone has waited for this one for a little while so here it is! anotherhelliesimp

My internet is still down, but I spent the night at 'my' apartment so I could still write : )

Also, guys!! This story is so close to 2k views!? Thank y'all so much for reading! :')

I just realized that I spelled 'Football' wrong the last time..

Let's get into it! ; )
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"Please."

She ached for love, any sort of reassurance to show her comfort. Though the only comfort she wanted, was from you. And there was no chance in hell that I wouldn't give it to her, for my heart ached for hers as well.

My hand cupped her cheek as I brought our faces together. I could see a smile on her lips before closing my eyes and engulfing myself in the feeling of her touch. I smile against her lips, knowing we're both finally receiving what we have wanted for a long time.

Her own hand moved to my waist, holding me in place as if she's about to lose me any second. Feeling her grasp onto me made me feel safe, like I've been denied this homely feeling for too long. As our lips parted I realized that I had found what I've had under my nose all along.

Her smile as bright as ever while her hands were still holding my waist. Why couldn't this moment last forever. Well you see, Malcom just got back from his fit, and that caused George to, out of reflex, let my waist go.

She looked really nervous, but still happy in a way. I backed away and sat back down at the table, to show that I value her privacy and will not expose anything unless she wanted us to. I know she was new to these things, and I would have to respect that.

Malcom came into the kitchen and eyed my from the side, then sat down at the opposite side of the kitchen table. Guess his nerves had calmed down a little. George sat back down at the table. She looked very happy, which warmed my stomach.

Though I'd rather not, I think it would be a good idea to get on a better page with Malcom. As George said, I'll be seeing a lot of him during my nanny days.

"So, Malcom.. What's occupying your life at the moment?" Small talk, small talk, just keep up a conversation. He merely looked up at me in a 'are you serious' kind of manner.

"I'm a writer." His response was short, very short. Fun...

"Alright.." There wasn't much I could reply with, didn't want to seem too pushy, yah know. I looked over at George to find her already watching me, though this time she looked amused. She raised one of her eyebrows while shaking her head slightly. Guess Malcom isn't that easy to charm, unless you're a hot man of course. (Yuck)

A silence had began to form, making it even clearer that I didn't know what to say. George and Malcom didn't seem to mind the silence, which calmed me a bit. It almost felt like silence was the better way to go as of now. Malcom had stopped staring, and was instead looking down into his cup. Without the boys it seemed so empty, this family really is strange.

"Y/n, could you be a darling and help me start with dinner?" George had stood up and began walking towards the kitchen counter, though when she got there, she paused, waiting for my answer.

"Yes, of course!" My tone must've seemed very excited, for George had began smirking slightly. I love cooking, and to have the chance to do it with the gorgeous woman in front of me, would only make me love it even more.

Malcom grabbed a newspaper that he had brought when he left the house earlier, and began reading. I made my way over to George, giving her a sweet smile as I moved closer to her. We must be careful around Malcom, though the thrill of getting caught only exited me.