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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