unsteady // g.d. // completed

six.

We walked silently down the hall, me slightly trailing behind him. I was scared he was upset with me or something for ruining a 'moment' again. George stopped at a door, unlocking it then letting me me step in first. I recalled his flat being exactly as I remembered, except there was a drum kit set up along with a keyboard. Hearing the door shut behind me, my breath hitched in my throat.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled as he slipped off his coat next to me.
"You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"I-I just...I don't know. I'm sorry."
I didn't want to tell him that I still feared everyone was as horrible as Jake was.
"Gia, I somewhat remember what you told me last night...I want you to know that I would never hurt you."
I hadn't realized I was crying until George stepped closer to me, wiping his thumbs at my tears while he cupped my face. I'm not sure how he knew that was bothering me, but he did.
"I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable." He engulfed me into a hug now which I embraced. I held on tightly to him as he stroked my hair, soft sobs escaping from me. After a few minutes I was cried out, hiccuping into his chest. He pulled away still embracing me, "So how about that singing you promised me?"
I laughed through my sniffles, "Fine. Can I use that keyboard?"
He nodded softly, slightly grinning, "Anything for you."
I smiled and slipped off my shoes and walked over to the keyboard. I stood behind it as he sat on a love seat facing me.
"Um, this is one of my favorite songs. It's called Ophelia." I hit a few random keys until my hands settled into the proper position.
I hummed the intro then began playing, lyrics following behind.
"I always, I always, get this way when you tell me, I'm losing, I'm losing everything..."
I studied his face for a quick second before returning my gaze to the piano. He seemed focused as he watched me, which made me feel more nervous. As I continued singing I felt more and more anxious with each note.
"I am invisible, I run in streams by your door. You want to follow me but I am sleeping. I am gone, I'm gone, not here.." I trailed off now, feeling too uneasy to go on. I stared down at my fingers that hovered over the piano keys, but not playing a note.
"It sounds beautiful, but tragic. Beautifully tragic." He softly smiles at me now, me returning a weak smile back.
"I don't understand why you haven't pursued anything with music."
I shrugged and stuck my hands into my front pocket of my hoodie. There was a pause.
"Why are you so nice?" I muttered as I walked to sit next to him.
"I'm actually a dick."
"I've met worse."
"I don't doubt that, but I'm not all that great."
I sighed and leaned my head onto his shoulder, "Well let me believe you are for now."
George softly laughed for a moment then blankly stared at the wall as we stayed in this position.
"Can you kiss me?" I sat up and crossed my legs like I was a kid again.
"Gia...I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"But I'm asking you now."
"Are you sure? I mean, I just-"
I leaned forward and interrupted his sentence my pressing my lips to his. It was wonderful. Maybe even more than that, but I knew not to expect nothing more than this kiss. I don't think we were in a position to go farther than a friendship because, fuck, we barely knew each other. 
The kiss seemed to be getting more intense now, our hands entangling hair. I wanted more. I uncrossed my legs and swiftly moved over to his lap to straddle him, all without breaking the kiss. His hands landed on my thighs, mine cupping his face. I didn't want this to end, but it did all when there was a knock at the door. He looked up at me and smiled, our hands never moving.
"I think you should get that," I almost whispered. He nodded. I gave him one last peck then swung my legs back over, sitting in the spot I was in before. George opened the door, stepping aside groaning as the rest of his entourage entered. Their eyes questioned me as I sat on the love seat which made me feel nervous. "Hey, uh, Mia?" Matty asked more than said as he plopped down on the love seat adjacent to the on I was sitting on. "I thought it was Gina?" Ross seemed to be thinking hard as he sat next to Matty. Adam simply laughed quietly, sitting in the spot that had been empty beside me this whole time. George shut the door forcefully then walked back over to the sofa.
"It's Gia you fucking idiots," he grumbled as he sat back where he was before.
"Sorry, you have a lot of birds, I can't keep track of them all," Matty laughed as he pulled out a plastic back from his jacket pocket. I felt myself become nervous again, but it wasn't due to the weed he just pulled out. Liz and I smoked that plenty of times together. I glanced over to George who simply stared at Matty break down the weed on the coffee table in front of him. "Does your girl even smoke?" Ross spoke up now, raising an eyebrow.
"Um," George looked over to me now waiting for an answer himself.
"I was also high the night I met you," I softly laughed. George seemed amused by this.
"I underestimated you, Gia."
I shrugged and slightly laughed.
"Put some music on, mate. This is fucking awkward," Matty spoke, never taking his eyes off the table in front of him. George rolled his eyes and walked a few feet to the black tv shelf he had that almost touched the ceiling. He had an array of CDs, drumsticks, movies, and a stereo on a shelf next to his flat screen.
"Hann, Gia, you're on beer duty," Matty called out as the stereo now turned on, blasting some radio station with an overly enthusiastic talk show host. I jumped when it had came on but thankfully no one saw. Adam stood up and motioned me to follow him to the kitchen.
"Don't tell her what to do," George groaned as he fumbled with the stereos remote, turning down the volume.
"It's fine," I spoke up before Matty could respond. "See, it's fine G," Matty mumbled as we entered the kitchen.
"Um, what kind of beer do you like?" Adam held the fridge door open to reveal about 50% of this fridge was stocked with all types of brews.
"I'm not exactly the beer type so I'm not sure," I laughed nervously.
"Well, I think you'll like this one," Adam handed me one bottle the grabbed two more, handing those to me as well, grabbing some for himself to hold. He was quiet and soft spoken but it made me feel like I was more comfortable around him than any of the other guys. As he held two beers in one hand, he closed the door then retrieved a beer from me with his free hand.
"We better hurry before the queen loses her shit," He laughs softly which I do as well.
I follow behind him back into the living room, the guys all in the same positions, George sitting back in the spot where he was before. I recognized the song playing as I sat next to George, handing him a beer.
"I figured you liked this song."
I smiled as I listened to the song that had played just earlier on our way to the diner. I still didn't quite believe he knew The Neighborhood guys but at the same time I felt it was probably true.
Luckily my beer had a twist top on it so I could easily open it. The guys talked amongst themselves as I took a sip.
"So we ready to spark this or what?" Matty held up a joint now. George nodded, tossing Matty a lighter. I looked over at Adam who was watching Matty struggle with turning on the lighter. We made eye contact once I had turned to him, "Do you play anything?"
I nodded in response, "Piano and a little guitar." George stood up now to grab the lighter Matty was having trouble with, lighting it within the first try. I laughed softly when Matty started cursing.
"What about you?" I asked, turning my attention back to Adam.
"Guitar, a little piano."
I smiled, "I think we could teach each other a few things."
He grinned, nodding his head.
"Go check on your girl, Adams already stealing her," Matty snaps, only trying to find an excuse so George will stop trying to burn him with his lighter. George rolls his eyes, throwing the lighter at Matty's head, then returns to his spot by me.
"It's always the quiet ones," George shakes his head as he playfully wraps an arm around me, pulling me to him.
"That's what you two always say because you just can't face the fact we actually have game, more so than you," Ross eyes Matty then George. I laugh as they both shoot him a death glare.
It goes quiet as Matty lights the spliff in his mouth, taking a hit then passing it to Ross.
"Are you okay with this?" George looks down at me as he retrieves the spliff from Ross. I nod.
"You positive?"
"Take a hit or I'll do it for you," I laugh softly as I pull away from his hold, sitting back and crossing my legs again. He chuckles then takes a hit, furrowing his eyebrows in the process. I liked the way he looked when he took a drag. His sharp jawline even more prominent, his head tilted toward the ceiling. George made it look so fascinating. He grins at me as he passes the joint in my direction, still never letting smoke escape his mouth. I hear Ross coughing loudly after he finally exhales the smoke. As I bring the spliff to my mouth, George gets closer to me, "Try to hold it until Matty takes a hit." I slightly freak out thinking Adam had to take a hit before Matty but he was sat in front of the tv stand, looking through a cabinet of video games. I nod to George then hold my breath as I pass to Matty. George finally exhaling. I watched the smoke come out more faintly but it looked nice when it surrounded him. I turned my attention back to Matty, unsure if I could hold my breath for any longer. He was taking his sweet ass time. I feel relived as he finally passes to Ross, blowing all the air out of me. I slightly cough, but take a swig of beer to calm my burning chest down.
"You're a pro," George laughs, playfully poking my cheek.
The spliff was out now, after being passed three more times. I hardly noticed Adam was turning on the PS4 now, tossing a remote to Matty and Ross. I had been staring at the keyboard across the room, totally zoned out.
"Are you high Gigi?" George laughs as he turns himself to face the TV, then lays back, his bum now in my lap. I giggle and poke the side of his bum, "A little."
"Come here," He laughs as he pulls my arm gently, so I end up laying beside him. I struggle to get my legs out from underneath him but he eases up, letting me stretch my legs next to his. Considering how wide the sofa was, I had to lay on my side, an arm swung over his torso, my head resting on his chest. It didn't seem weird to us, even when he wraps an arm around me from behind, but maybe we were too stoned to think about it. I've never felt more at home in somebody's arms than his.