A/N: hey guys, so you may think everythings good, but its really not ;D
Hannah x
*Sam's POV*
I woke up the next morning and sighed happily as I remembered the events of the previous day. I finally had John, after 5 years, and now here I was, naked in his arms. I giggled and realised I should probably put some clothes on, so I got up and walked in to his bathroom to grab a bathrobe, because my clothes were downstairs in my room.
Then, I felt his arms snake round my waist and his chin against my neck.
"You don't need to put clothes on love," he said and I grinned and turned round to face him.
"We can't be naked all the time babe," I said, kissing his nose and he pouted.
I grinned and walked downstairs, making sure to wiggle my ass.
He wolf whistled. "Shake that arse, love," and I grinned, going into my room, where I found George sitting on my bed. I instinctively pulled the robe up further to cover myself.
"Erm, Georgie, what are you doing here?" I said awkwardly.
"Sam, I need to talk to you," he said, patting the space beside him, and I sat beside him, leaving a decent gap between us.
"Well for god's sake shove up, I don't bite," he said, trying to break the ice.
I smiled to myself. It was George, why was I being so self conscious?
I moved up to sit beside him and smiled up at his dark eyes. "What's up?"
"That kiss we had yesterday, I-" he began but I cut him off.
Oh fuck fuck fuck, I had completely forgotten about that, after I had gone up to see what was wrong with John, I didn't expect us to be having sex. Well, I sort of did, but still. I really wasn't that attracted to George, kissing him was probably a mistake, but I was lonely, and he kissed me first anyway. I really didn't want to hurt his feelings though, he was, after all, one of my closest friends.
"George, I'm so sorry, I love you as a friend, and I don't want to hurt you in anyway, but the honest truth is I'm not attracted to you, please don't hate me," I said, close to tears.
*George's POV*
God she was so beautiful. And I couldn't tell her that it was killing me. So I did the only thing I could think of. Lied.
I pulled her in for a hug and stroked her hair.
"I was going to say that it shouldn't have happened and I'm sorry," I sighed. "I was…lonely too I suppose,"
"Really?" she said. "So we're still okay, we're still Sammy and Georgie?"
I laughed and nodded.
"We're still Sammy and Georgie,"
The only problem with that is that I wanted us to be Sammy and Georgie Harrison.
*Yasmine's POV*
I woke up and woozily rubbed my eyes.
I was lying on something hard.
John?
Paul.
Oh dear god, I'd slept with Paul last night. I grinned to myself. He was pretty good. Not as good as John, but who was?
I smiled and just lay there on top of him for a while, playing with his gorgeous hair and occasionally kissing his chest until he woke up and grinned at me.
"Well hello there beautiful," he said, winking at me.
"Morning, sexy," I said, leaning up to kiss his pouty lips. I swear, judging just by kissing his and looking at Sam's, they must run in their family.
"Mh, so what do you want to do today?" he said.
"Kiss you forever," I said truthfully.
"Well, my fair lady that can be arranged," he grinned, pulling me on top of him and kissing me passionately. Suddenly I knew where this was going and I smiled what I hoped was a sexy smile at him.
*George's POV*
I went outside and sat by the pool and opened a beer. It was only 1.30pm, so fuck, my life was practically over anyway, what did a few early beers matter? Why, oh why, does this keep happening to me? Fine, he's only got her twice, but why do I keep missing my chance? What the fuck has he got that I haven't? Alright, he might be ever so slightly better in bed, not that I knew what he was like, but still, I was after her so bad.
*Yasmine's POV*
I had to laugh to myself. Paul and I had just had a bit of quick sex before breakfast. Grinning, I looked up at him. "Is this going to be a regular occurrence McCartney?"
He grinned. "If that's what you want Nollet,"
I smiled and lay beside him, playing with his fingers.
There was a thought niggling at the back of my mind.
It had been there for five years.
Since I first met the bloke really.
Sure, he was younger than me, sure I knew he didn't like me, but you can't help what you feel.
I was nursing a small, well, larger than small, crush on George.
A/N; short, but dramatic right?
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