George, Ella and Me- X Factor Comp!

Dawn has lived next to George for as long as she can remember. She was there for him when he didn't get through to judges houses on X Factor, so when George gets the call to join boy-band Union J, Dawn is ecstatic. Now George is on the live shows, and another contestant seems to have taken a shine to him. Will Dawn and George be the couple she's always wanted to be? Or will fame, paparazzi and Ella Henderson get in the way?

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1. My First Kiss Went A Little Like This...

 

Five Years Earlier

"Get an umbrella, George"
George obediently went to the coat closet and took out the pink umbrella. He knew exactly where to go. It wasn't like he was a stranger here, he's lived in my house half his life. His mother and mine we friends since they were kids, and basically raised me and George together. Our houses were right beside each other, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Why do we need a stupid umbrella?" He said, shaking his hair out. He did that a lot recently, someone at school told him it looked cool apparently.

“Don’t do that” I said, shoving the money and snacks in my bag.

“Do what?”

“Flick your hair; it makes you look like a wet dog”
George just laughed.

“You’re just jealous because Alison Grahems said I looked cute when I do it”

I hid my blushing face in the bag. Of course I was mad, who does Allison think she is? George is cute. I only realised it a couple of months ago. The thing that annoyed me most was that she had the courage to tell him that he was, while I still treated him like…well, George.

“Do you like her?” I asked casually, slinging the bag over my shoulder.

“She’s pretty; Liam says she’s the hottest in our class”

I felt this burning sensation in my stomach. Jealousy.

“What do you think?”
He looked out the window in thought.

“Well, we better get going” I muttered, feeling a bit deflated. Our plan to go to the cinema wasn’t as appealing anymore somehow.

We walked along the street, heading to the bus-stop. George was looking at me with a hint of a smile on his face.
“What are you smirking at?” I asked him, annoyed.

“You’re jealous” He said, grinning like an idiot.

“Am not”
“Are too”
“Am not”

“Are too”
This continued until we got to the bus-stop, at which point it was lashing rain. The drops fell down the glass of the bus-shelter, almost like there was a waterfall flowing outside. We ran under cover and sat down on the bench.

“You’re jealous!”

“Am not!”

“Are too”

“Am…”

And then he leaned in and kissed me. And no, the rain didn’t turn to sunshine and world hunger didn’t end.

But I had George.

And George had me.

 

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