staying with a stranger / georgenotfound x reader fanfiction

--chapter twenty nine--beach

It's been two hours. I gave up a while ago. I kept getting sent to jail or having to pay money. I frustratingly quit.

"Okay I'm out," George places his money on the table. The others don't seem to notice. "Want to take a walk?" he asks with a smile.

We sneak off into the night without being noticed. We walk in a peaceful quiet as we walk down the sidewalk.

Eventually we make it to the beach. The same one we had our very first kiss on.

We stand on the shore in silence. At first it was comfortable, but then it slowly becomes uncomfortable.

"Stay," George says so softly I question if I even heard it at all.

I sigh as I debate the question. I've thought about this over and over and over again, yet I still can barely bring myself to answer it.

"I can't," I finally say.

"Why not?"

"Because," I shrug, "I have to go for my sister's due date. I have to get home to my family and my belongings. I don't know if you noticed, but I only have a handful of t-shirts. I've been stealing yours."

George lets out a breath. I can tell that was not the answer he wanted to hear.

"What about us?" he turns to face me instead of the stars.

"What about it?" I ask, "You're still going to be you, and I'm still going to be me. We're still going to be together." I give him a reassured smile as a way to say we got this.

We do got this. George and I are strong. We can have a long distance relationship. I believe in us.

I'm not saying it will be easy, not at all. We're going to have to put effort and work into making our relationship work every single day. In the end, I'm saying it will be worth it because George and I have something that you don't necessarily see everyday in our time.

Happiness.

"But we're going to be an ocean apart, y/n." George protests. "How is that going to work?"

My mouth drops a bit. I was not expecting that from him. The confidence I had a couple seconds ago left my soul and body. Does he not have faith in us?

"It'll take work," I say, "but we can do it. I know we can."

George doesn't respond. He looks back up at the ocean.

"Do you think we can?" I ask softly, scared for his answer.

He shrugs. "I don't know."

"Really?" I scoff, not being able to hide my annoyance.

George glances at me but doesn't say a word. He focuses his eyes back on the horizon.

What does that even mean? Why is he acting like he doesn't have so many long distance friendships? Does he not think he can put as much effort into our relationship than that? Does he think that I can't have a long distance relationship?

My phone rings in my pocket. I silence it without even checking who it is.I glare up at George. He must be able to sense someone watching him because he looks at me once again.

"What?" he asks, acting clueless.

"Don't fucking what me," I shake my head. "Why are you acting like this?"

"Because my significant other is just going to leave me?" he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I just don't know what to say."

"How about we talk and make a plan on how we can make it work, George?" I say, trying to be rational for once, "We can do long distance. It'll just be a little harder." I silence another call once again. It must be the guys trying to figure out where we are.

"How do you know we can do it?" he asks, turning towards me once again.

"Because I believe in us." I say quietly. I glance down at the sand. "I don't understand why you think it's going to be so hard. It's not like you don't have a ton of online friendships."

"Friendships and relationships are different y/n," George shakes his head, "It's so much harder. I mean think about it. We have lived together since day one of meeting. We have seen each other in person every day. How are we going to go from that to only through the internet? I don't think we can."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" I ask.

George doesn't answer right away.

I chew the inside of my cheek. Please don't let this be what I think it's going to be.

"George?" I practically whisper, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking we should break up."

My heart drops. No no no. Please no.

I don't understand. How can this have happened? How could we have gone from being so happy to not even being together?

I try to hold back tears. I don't want him to see me cry.

George and I are supposed to be together. I can tell. On some level in this universe, we were destined for each other. It was written in the stars. It had to be.

My phone rings. I let it ring. I just stare at a shell in front of me. It's a gray color in the moonlight. I think it would be really pretty in the daytime. If I was in my right mind I would pick it up, but I can't think like that right now.

All I can think about is how I'm not George's anymore.

"Are you going to answer that?" he asks, referring to my phone.

"What?" I ask, "Oh, yeah."

It's Clay, so I'm not too worried. Probably just the boys wanting to know where George and I are, which is just getting our hearts ripped out of our chests as we break up. No biggie.

Well, maybe a biggie.

"Hello?" I say as I answer the phone.

"Where are you?" Clay sounds panicked.

My whole body goes into a state of panic as I listen to what he has to say.

"Okay," I say finally, "We'll come right back to the flat."

I hang up the phone.

"Um, we have to go," I say, searching my pockets for the keys even though I know they're in George's pocket.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"Well, I, um, I-" I take a deep breath. "My sister just went into labor. I have to get back to America. Like now."

--author's note--

oh no

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