F1, F2 & F3 : Finished

• George R •

✨why-are-you-here- ✨

Empty hotel rooms. Empty house. Empty words. Empty hearts. Empty love. Mine and George's relationship was over so why did we keep trying? From his perspective it was all about keeping it up for the fans as the second the camera shutters turned off his already loose grip on my hand faltered until all contact was lost completely and George walked on without me. Why I stick around is a concept that confuses even me. No science could explain why I continue to cling to these threads of hope that one day maybe George will love me once more but for now I wait patiently, a spectator in my own love life.

•••

It was a sunny afternoon and I was in the garden, making a tan out of this self isolation thing. I was flicking through my Instagram when a video with me and George as the thumbnail caught my attention. It was a fan edit, dedicated to our relationship. I smiled and sent it to George. The message appeared as read. He left me on read...

Y/N: Isn't it cute?

George: I guess.

I sighed at his dry response and stood up, making my way into the kitchen where George was sat eating some lunch. I sat opposite him and smiled cheerfully, his eyes locked into mine before flicking back down to his meal.

"What's wrong?" I stated, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

"Nothing." George deadpanned.

"Well clearly something is George because you're acting like you don't even want me here-"

"I don't." George snapped, before flushing a bright red and quickly shoving out hurried apologies. I couldn't even hide the shock on my face as I went up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door.

The duvet was nice and cosy around my body but was starting to become slightly damp as my tears slowly melted into the soft fabric. I turned onto my other side in the hopes of a less miserable part of duvet only to find that this side of the bed was engulfed in the scent of George's cologne. Huffing as if I were a child I threw the duvet off and stormed into the en-suite, a hot shower might calm me down; so in these hopes I stepped under the burning water and let it wash over me. Thoughts came tumbling through my mind, was he telling the truth did George really not want me in the house anymore? I can't even pinpoint the moment where our relationship changed because I don't think it was one moment I think it happened over time. I let out a loud sob as I turned the shower off, the last of the water droplets sliding down the drain. I jumped slightly when a knock came through the door,

"Y/n... are you okay in there?"

I scoffed bitterly,

"Doing brilliantly George...just peachy."

"Look...come out when you're ready okay...I'm here to talk."

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My now dry hair fell softly as I anxiously pushed the door open to see George sat up against the headboard looking at me wish burning red cheeks and large watery eyes, he too, had been crying. I awkwardly perched on the edge of the bed, folding my legs to sit crossed and began twisting my fingers in order to not make eye contact.

"I've been acting the way I have recently because I was a coward y/n, I was scared of how quickly I fell in love with you. It happened so quickly I don't think either of us were ready to be launched into this relationship I mean we were only just 20 when we bought this house together." George said, a calm tone in his words, I finally met his eyes and nodded for him to continue.

"I was scared of commitment, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and I didn't really know how to tell you so-"

"So you decided to just act like you didn't like me at all anymore, and before saying you don't want me in the house, that isn't commitment...it's quite the opposite really!" I snapped,

"I'm sorry y/n... I truly am, sorry that I put on this horrible different person to cover up my fear...I mean I drive in a car at 200mph but can ask you if you want to stay with me forever!" He laughed dryly and I couldn't help but giggle too.

"Sorry George but a Williams doesn't go at 200mph we both know that!"

"Hey!" He exclaimed, but clearly happy I was slowly loosening up.

"So you did all you did because you actually really like me?" I said with a raised eyebrow,

He nodded slowly,

"Stupid aren't I?"

"We knew that already."

We both grinned cheesy grins at one another.

"You took your necklace off-" he said slightly worried,

I nodded slowly and he hopped off the bed, into the bathroom before coming up behind me.

I looked down to see the silver GR slowly sliding over my collar bone and resting in its usual place.

"Can I clasp it?" George said softly, I nodded in response, the click of the clasp bringing me reassurance that George and I were okay.

I turned to stand in his arms, his eyes flickered from the necklace back to my eyes,

"So don't go all bride-zilla on me because this isn't a marriage proposal...yet...but do you truly want to spend the rest of your lift with me at the races?"

I leant closer to George,

"Yes"

Our lips met and the spark was back, I felt loved and I knew nobody but George could bring me that. We broke the kiss and I rested my head against his chest as his arms enveloped me. We were home again.