#secretsindoncaster

George Clarke x Y/N (1800 words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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"And hi, I'm y/n and I also want to go to Brighton because I'm the pirate captain of the Arthur and Chris ship."

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The pub smelt of old beer and cheap crisps, as I sat sandwiched between Becky and George; a pear cider sat in my hand as I nursed the drink whilst listening to Chris explain the rules for todays soccer Saturday.

"And every time that your team scores you get to hand out a drink for someone else to do and every time that team concedes you have to down your drink." Chris explains to the group as I felt eyes to my left giving me a side-eye glance with a smirk.

"Oh shush George. You better not give me any drinks this video." I threaten, turning to face my boyfriend.

A chorus of laughter was heard from the group, as George shoots me a wink in my direction. "Darling, you got so plastered last time off of only three pints and it was hilarious." George tries to defend himself but luckily my best friend Becky has my back.

"Don't worry we'll gang up on the boys today. Girls for the win!"

"I'm taking offence to that. I thought we were going to stick together." Arthur Hill chimes up. He's referring to the last time the group had hung out at our George's' place. Becky and I may have had four too many cocktails made by Flo, and ended up having a drunk deep and meaningful conversation with Arthur.. Well it wasn't much a conversation, rather a large amount of gossip said by us girls as Arthur nodded along; and declaring himself to now be one of the girls.

"You take offence to everything, mate," the other Arthur hollered out as he down the remainder of his drink; raising the empty glass to the group, and silently offering if anyone else needed a drink.

"Ten quid he's gone before we even get to the surprise location." I whisper to George, as he signals his empty glass in return to get a refill.

"Ten quid says he's gone before we get off the train and it's a deal." George replies, stretching his hand out for a handshake. We shake to our deal and he moves his right arm to now stretch behind me, pulling me closer to this side. I raise an eyebrow to the motion and he replies to a shrug.

George and I have been together for a while now; but the only thing we haven't publicly announced it to the fans. We did the classic friends to dating scenario; where we've known each other since he first posted his jokes of TikTok, and I posting my first viral book video about authors I love and would die for on TikTok. Our fans and friends had always spotted something between George and I, but both of us were too scared to admit anything to each other until one movie night at my flat where he kissed me.

We simply hadn't told the fans as we were happy living in our little bubble with only the select group of people; including our family and friends knowing. Although, we both know how smart our fans are and they have began to notice the closeness between us, and are beginning to make twice as many fan edits of us, which is quite sweet and I often show to George when we're lying in his bed together.

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The remainder of our time spent at the so-called-quiet pub, of which didn't remain quiet with our cheers and reaction, was filled with eyes glued to the Tv and watching intense football games; and praying for a nice place to go and not some obscure ghost town.

"Doncaster? Where in the bloody world is that?" I exclaim out to the group, eyebrows raising as Chris and Becky pull out their phones to investigate.

I shifted away from George, leaning over Becky's shoulder to investigate alongside her. The small amount of distance between George and I did not exist for that long as he too moved himself; leaning into my, our bodies pushed flush together as he glanced over my shoulder to view the screen.

I glance over my shoulder, now pressed and stuck between my best friend and my boyfriend, catching George's eye as he looks at me smugly.

The remainder of the group consisted of the two Arthur's still researching about Doncaster, and Isaac leaning his head against the arm of the couch letting out a deep sigh before making a quick one-liner to Chris resulting in the bubbly laughter to explode from the group.

Finally George had leant back into the couch, with me following suit and nestling myself back into his side. Chris reached over for his bag from behind his couch.

And that's when I felt it - a soft pair of lips pressing into the side of my forehead.

In return, my hand quickly shot out, giving a smack to George's thigh. "George! the fans are going to go bonkers over that."

He let out a toothy grin, zero shame and a shrug, "good. Let 'em."

Before I could open my mouth to question my boyfriend, Chris' voice breaks the small silence. However, a thought lingered on my mind; does George want to tell our fans?

Chris is holding a card in on hand, of which displays six tasks, and Chris voice is heard explaining them all; and as the group thinks, Isaacs' voice cuts through.

"We should add a seventh task for George and Y/N... keep their hands off of each other."

George and I both give a shake of our heads, knowing this was not going to happen at all, as we're always drawn to each other.

Arthur Hill begins to agree with Isaac, "yeah maybe your secret from your fans will actually be well kept for once."

"Oh shut up Hill." I reply.

Becky begins to chime into the conversation too, "I think it should be if I can keep my hands off of Y/N." Becky then follows up her joke with pressing a kiss to my cheek.

George only gives a chuckle and a shake of his head before downing the remainder of his pint.

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We all sat on the train heading to Doncaster, as my eyes still regulated to the harsh bright lights in the train cabin. I was sat across from Becky with Chris next to me and the other four boys across the aisle from us.

"We're off on a big adventure with the boys." Becky declared cheerfully, the joke never wearing off as I chuckle at the inside joke. Chris gives the two of us a side eye before turning to the vlog camera with a theatrical eye roll.

Across the aisle, the boys chat about football - getting heated as the cheers for goals continue - but I was only half-listening. Becky, Chris and I, are playing an intense game of Uno from a deck I forced George to bring with the reward of a kiss.

I glance up from the deck for a moment, and see my boyfriend sitting across from me with his eyes closed and an index finger pointed at me. Then slowly, he opens his eyes with a grin, and the remainder of the boys let out an explosion of laughs.

"What?" I asked, suspicious.

"Sorry darling, but, you've got to have a drink." George snickers with mock sympathy.

"I hate you."

"No darling, you do in fact love me."

I roll my eyes, as Chris places a passionfruit martini can in front of me. I let out a groan and the automatic frown on my face shows exactly what I am thinking - I hate passionfruit.

Becky knows about my hatred after one time I yelled at a bartender for giving me the wrong drink once; she leaned in and whispered, "I have a plan."

The plan? For my new brand new Adidas sambas to be used for us to both do a shoey as we switch drinks; I hand her the passionfruit and take her whiteclaw.

"The boys can't one up us yet!" She exclaimed before we do the shoey. The group lets out a chorus of cheers as bystanders turn to look at us.

"And you've got to kiss those lips tonight George." Arthur TV blurts out, forgetting that it will need to be edited out.

"And there's more editing for me." Chris says.

""Oh I'm sorry guys." Arthur quickly says, bring him hand to cover his mouth."

"Don't worry about it mate." George says, not really minding what our fans see anymore.

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We keep drinking, as I loose tally of how much I've already had; it's somewhere between "I could have the confidence to run a half-marathon" and "I really want to make out with my boyfriend." The alcohol was beginning to take affect on the most of us; however, George sat there being effected.

We had shuffled seats a while ago, once we were first told the train was going to be held up and we all had to stand up to move our legs. I was now seated next to George, curled into side with my head resting against his bicep. I was engaged with an intense staring contest with Arthur TV across from me.

Simple rule we made; loser had to finish their drink. Which was a big stake for us both since we're both lightweights.

"Arthur I know you like to win, but not this time!" I mutter, narrowing my eyes.

"Yeah right," Arthur spat back at me.

I was winning the game; I knew it, Arthur eyes with starting to shut.

And then George's hand slid onto my thigh.

A tight squeeze.

Completely unexpected.

"HA! YOU BLINKED!" Arthur yelled out, throwing his hand up into the air as if he was thanking the imaginary crowd.

I groaned and let my face fall against George's chest in defeat, smacking a lazy hand against his stomach. "That was cheating."

"I didn't do anything," George said with fake innocence. I give him a pout and reach over to my full can and downed it in one go, pulling a face of disgust as I felt the bubble go down my throat.

"Oh no," Becky whispered across the aisle, watching me with wide eyes.

I buried my eyes into George's side, as I slurred the words, "this is your fault."

"And yet," he said smugly, nudging my head with his own, "no regrets." George kissed my forehead looking down at me.

"Now if they fans saw that, they would combust." Isaac joked to us both.

We let out a shared chuckle, as I latched my hand to his, intertwining our fingers. I felt three tight squeezes to my hands, as I responded to George with four tight squeezes.

Before anything else can be said, the train began moving again, dragging us closer to Doncaster; and to the events of which may happen there.

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and there's my first post!! I hope you all love it, as much as how much I loved creating it!

I realised I had so many ideas for this story; so have decided to make it a multiparter. However, if you have any requests, please send them through :)

See you next time,

George Clarke x Reader (Series)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasional minion. However, can a secret go viral?

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Series

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six (Coming Soon)

Bonus

The Soft Launch (Coming Soon)

The Hard Launch (Coming Soon)

The First Kiss (Coming Soon)

The Halloween Party (Coming Soon)

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George Clarke x Y/N (2.3k words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion, suggestive content.

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We follow the pin George sent, weaving our way past kebab vans, pockets of smokes and the occasional fans shouting at us from across the street. I wave back, giddy grin still stuck on my face from the book chat.

Becky's arm loops through mine as she shivers slightly. "Okay, real talk - when are you launching a book club? That interaction back there was so perfect for you; now imagine that with all your fans?"

George Clarke x Y/N (1700+ words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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"As we go into a Weatherspoons with a camera crew."

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The minute we sat down at our next pub, we were swarmed - by fans, locals, people just trying to figure out what the fuss was about.

Chris had suggested finding a secluded table in the corner for a bit of privacy - but if there was one thing we didn't get, it was that.

The crowd grew larger, the space between them and our table shrinking until it was hard to even push my chair back from the table.

"This is a bit mental - isn't it?" Arthur Hill said, as he, Chris, and I huddled into a tight circle over the table, the camera pointed at us.

"Yeah, this is a bit insane." Chris replied, glancing around with a look that was hard to read - but he definitely didn't look thrilled about being boxed in like this.

"This lady here thought I was George Clarke." Arthur added, nodding toward the girl as she spoke at Isaac.

"I mean, that's a compliment." Chris replied.

"Well hello to my new man." I joked, the tipsiness creeping back into my body after two drinks had already disappeared since we arrived. to my body as I have already finished two drinks since we had arrived.

"Oi! No love - you're still with me. The real George." George says, appearing at my side and tugging me away from the huddle I was leaning into. He pulled me firmly back against him, slipping an arm around my shoulders and holding me close.

"Talk to me clarkester - how we doing?"

George exhales like he's about to launch into something deep. "I was getting on to a good level..." he starts, but Chriss suddenly swoops in, adjusting the camera with a dramatic flourish and muttering about how George is halfway out of the frame.

"Sorry, sorry - can't be cutting off the star of the show," Chris gins.

George rolls his eyes, but faces the camera anyway. "There's just been so many fan encounters; I'm feeling a bit big-headed, to be honest."

He says it with mock arrogance, but there's a flicker in his eye - half joking, half-exhausted.

I lean closer to George, voice lower, slurring just slightly as the alcohol buzz swirls through me, "well, I know something else that's big..."

George freezes for a split second - then his head whips around, eyebrows raised.

Chris lets out a spluttering laugh before nearly choking on his drink.

"Woah! Hey, hey - this is still a PG channel!" Arthur Hill cackles, already egging the moment on.

Isaac beams in at this current moment, "mate nah it isn't - but Y/N woah."

George glares at me playfully, his hand giving my shoulder a quick squeeze, "babe, what has come of you?" He mutters under his breath, lips twitching into a barely concealed smile.

I shrug unapologetic, "not my fault the truth slipped out."

His gaze lingers on me for a beat too long. I can feel it. See the corner of his mouth twitch, fighting a smirk.

"Behave." He says.

"Yes please behave, Y/N, "Chris says, turning the camera slightly and fixing me with a mock-stern glare. "Editing these videos to hide your relationship is getting harder and harder."

"About that -" George starts, his hand still resting lightly on my shoulder.

Before he can get another word out, Becky lets out an excited shriek from the end of the table, practically bouncing in her seat.

"OH MY GOD! My babies are finally going to tell the fans!" She yells, clapping her hands together.

The boys crack up laughing, Arthur Hill pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Well babe - you did announce he had a girlfriend to fans earlier." I state the obvious at the girl with a grin on my lips.

"It's a beautiful moment, lads..." Isaac begins before a cough emerges from Becky, "- and Becky and Y/N. True love...exposed under the blinding lights of Doncaster's finest pub."

I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks - and for once, the red isn't from the alcohol. But I'm grinning too much to care, the excitement buzzing under my skin.

George chuckles low under his breath, the sound rumbling though his chest as I feel the vibrations against my body. George turns to face Chris. "So don't worry, mate - you can leave it all in. We're planning to announce it before the video goes up anyway."

Chris raises his eyebrows, looking between the two of us like he's just been handed pure gold for his video - already imagining how much the fans will love the George and I content.

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I don't remember much of what else happened at the Weatherspoons pub.

All I remember was Becky, Arthur TV, and Isaac each buying a round in celebration of George and me, and the crowd of fans around us growing even bigger - louder, messier, and somehow even more excited.

The fresh air outside the pub hit my face like a slap - cold and sharp, sobering me up slightly but not enough.

I clung tighter to George's arm, pressing my body against his - partly for warmth, but mostly because I wanted to be close to him.

George glanced down at me, checking to make sure I was okay. I felt the slight shift of his body and looked up with pleading eyes, my body already starting to shiver from the chill.

He didn't even need to ask. Without a word, George shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

I wasted no time slipping my arms through the sleeves and zipping it up, a wave of comfort washing over me as I breathed in the familiar, comforting scent of him.

Thanks, Georgie," I said, tipping my head up toward him, lips puckered in an exaggerated pout, silently asking for a kiss.

George chuckled at my drunken antics. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me up slightly and pressed his lips to mine - soft, warm, and everything I needed.

We hear a loud scream from behind us - causing us to pull away from the kiss, and turn to see fans making their way towards us. We make haste to catch up to the group; George joining Chris up front, and myself walking alongside Becky.

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Somehow, Becky, Jess and I find ourselves separated from the group.

And, well... it might have been my fault.

I'd spotted a street vendor selling sweets, and - being the hopeless sweet tooth that I am - I had to stop and grab a little treat.

As I walked alongside the girls, pulling at my red licorice - we had the aim to catch up with the group.

And once again, we find ourselves distracted.

And, well... it might have been my fault... again.

I was stopped by a fan and her friend. The fan was a teenager, and she caught me completely off guard - I hadn't even seen her approach, too busy being distracted by my sweets.

She beams up at me, practically bouncing on the spot. "Can I get a quick picture?" She asks, phone already in hand.

"Of course!" I say, trying not to drop me sweets as I shuffle closer to her, Jess laughs from behind me, offering to hold my bag and take the photo as the two girls group in closer to me - ready to take the photo.

All three of us show a big smile as the flash goes off.

"Thank you so much!" She says, clutching her phone to her chest like it's the crown jewels.

"Of course! I'm always happy to meet a fan, are you a reader too then?" I ask, the fan quickly nods her head with eagerness - making a smile come to my face.

Before anything else can be said, her friend speaks up shyly, "actually Y/N do you have a book recommendation? I really want to get into ready like you and my friend, but I don't know where to start."

My whole face lights up instantly - suddenly zeroed in on the conversation, the buzz of the alcohol giving me excited confidence, "OOOH! Yes of course, wait - tell me first! What are your favourite shows or movies? Like, give me the vibe you."

The friend grins nervously, thinking for a second, "um... I love To All the Boys I've Loved Before... and also 10 Things I Hate About You is my favourite of all time. And I watch Heartstopper like, way too much."

I almost squeal right there on the spot. "Oh my god, you're going to LOVE this book then!" I say, practically vibrating with excitement - as I heard Becky and Jess chuckle from behind me.

"You have to start with Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter - it's literally like if all those favourites you just said had a baby. It's romantic, funny, and has the perfect slow-burn, butterflies-in-your-stomach vibes."

The two girls grin at each other. The friend immediately starts typing the title into her phone as I keep rambling, too excited to stop.

"It's about childhood crushes and unexpected love, and the banter is so good you'll be grinning the whole time. Plus it's super easy to read - and oh there's already a sequel out."

"Thank you so much!" She says, practically beaming as well.

"No worries! And oh if either of you girls need anymore recommendations - just send me a message on Instagram and I'll remember you two. Happy reading!" I beam, waving as they scurry back toward the crowd, still chatting excitedly.

Jess nudges me with a smirk. "You were more excited about that than they were."

"Books are serious business," I say dramatically, tossing a sweet into my mouth as Becky laughs.

I feel a buzz come from my pocket, and retrieve my phone from the jacket - seeing a message.

georgie clarkey hey babe, where abouts did you and the girl go?

I reply back to George, and he sends me a link of where he is, and the girls and I make our journey back to the group.

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I hope everyone enjoyed the part, and finally witnessing Y/N talking to her fans. And I've also just realised I'm only half way through the Soccer Saturday YoutTube video, so there will be a few more parts to come alongside my second series Bittersweet Memories soon!

See you next time with a grumpy minion,

mwah x

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George Clarke x Y/N (1700+ words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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A bright flash was directed toward us...

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The sudden flash slices through the dim pub lighting, stark and jarring. George instinctively shifts his body in front of mine, shielding me, even as we both blink rapidly to shake of the after image. I pull back away from George's body, squinting into the crowd.

A guy stands a few metres back, phone in hand, looking like a deer caught in headlights realising he has just been caught . I recognise him instantly - one of the friends of the guy we took a selfie with earlier. He's still frozen as his mouth moves into an 'O' shape; he begins to lower the phone and slowly steps towards us.

"Sorry," he calls out awkwardly. "I didn't mean - I was trying to get one before the kiss - but it looked really sweet. My bad." He apologies, his eyes adverting to the ground.

George steps forward a little, voice calm but firm. "Hey mate - could you delete that, yeah?"

The guy pauses, then nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Of course, I didn't mean to be a dick."

"Appreciate it," George says, giving a polite nod. There's no edge to his tone, but there's no room for argument ether. I watch as the guy fiddles to unlock his phone in his drunken state; showing us the screen as he deletes the image from both his gallery and recently deleted. George gives the guy a thumbs up, mentions one thing to him and turns back to me.

"You good?" He asks softly.

I give a nod as my only reply as I am so deep in thought - but I know he can see something behind my eyes. He always can.

"What are you thinking beautiful?"

"What if - if we just told our fans?" I suggest, worried for his answer.

George looks at me in amazement, "yes we can!." He exclaimed. "I've been waiting for you to be ready - I want to be able to kiss you in public, and even make all those couple videos."

I let out a small giggle at his last statement, "I think I am ready Georgie."

"Good but I want it to be us it reveal, not some drunk in a random pub." I nod in agreement before we hear the bartender behind us. We grab our drinks and I follow George through the crowd back to our table.

Once we had returned to the table, I notice the group has changed seats - and now there only sat two chairs next to each other. I took the seat next to Chris as George followed after me. He placed the tray of drinks at the centre of the table as everyone grabbed a shot. George leans back into his seat, a hand finding its way to my side as the group downs their shots.

"Is that the first bingo wing done? Bingo thing done sorry?" Arthur asks, but I just stare blanky at the man, still trying to register as to what had came out of his mouth.

"Sorry how do I order you to shut the fuck up?" Arthur Hill asks, as the group erupts in cheers.

The remainder of our time spent in wetherspoon is spent finishing our drinks, and Chris claiming himself to be a 'legend'.

We shuffle out of the pub - George running ahead saying nonsense to the camera.

The camera moves to focus on Arthur TV, Chris and I as we walked - arms all wrapped around each other to have the ability to walk straight... you could say we were the lightweights of the group.

Chris is mentioning how much he appreciates Arthur when I let out a drunk uproar, "NO! You're meant to be in love with the other Arthur!" Before anything else can be said, a warhammer store is pointed out to Arthur and he's running ahead of the group.

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Our next stop - Angel & Royal.

We all jet line to the bar, elbows flying, laughter rising. The energy shifts immediately. Music pounds through the speakers like it's synced to our pulse, and the sticky floor somehow feels sacred, like we've stepped onto a battlefield of bad decisions.

Without warning, the world's worst dance competition erupts. Becky and I stand centre of the group - because we were committed to out dance the boys. I throw in a moonwalk whilst Becky pretends to throw money at me - as if I was a stripper.

The rest of the group cheers us on as if we're on Britain's Got Absolutely No Talent. We clearly beat the boys. Pure chaos. Pure vibes.

"I just shit blood." George states abruptly upon his arrival, "Y/N please call our doctor." He gives a dramatic flare with leaning against me for support.

I snort. "No offence Georgie, but Dr Smith isn't going to pick up at this hour."

He gasps in mock betrayal, clutching me dramatically once again.

Chris, naturally, chooses this moment to appear with a tray full of danger - shots that smell like lighter fluid and regret. "LET'S GO!" He yells, practically glowing with mischief.

I take one sniff and instantly feel the bile rise. My face contorts in protest.

George catches the pulled face immediately. I nudge him gently and tilt my shot glass toward him, giving him my best wide-eyed please-don't-make-me-die look - full angel mode activated.

His response is smooth as ever. Without a single blink, he glances around the group to make sure no one's watching, then subtly tilts my shot into his glass, all in one fluid motion like a magician doing a trick for an audience who's too drunk to notice - and oh our group was definitely drunk.

"Sorted," he mutters under his breath, nudging my arm with a secret smile.

I mouth thank you and lean into my boyfriend; of who responds with an arm wrapping around me.

We depart the pub shortly after, George taking my hand as the streets began to seem more busy. We walk alongside the group heading towards the Silver Street.

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Silver Street was loud - the kind of loud that rattles in your chest and makes your shoes stick to the pavement. But somehow it got louder when our group arrived - Becky leading the charge, belting out whatever song was blasting from a nearby bar. George and I trailed behind, giggling as she twirled into a dramatic solo, arms stretched like she was headlining Glastonbury.

For a fleeting moment, it was bliss - just our voices, our laughter, the night wrapping around us like a warm buzz.

Then came the fans - the many fans.

It started with a few, but quickly snowballed. A cluster of people suddenly surged toward us, phone camera raised, excited voices calling names.

George's hand slipped from mine as he got swept into the crowd, fans tugging at him for photos, pressing close, shouting over each other. The other boys were drawn into the chaos too - Chris already mid-pose, Arthur TV and Isaac talking about this podcast to a group.

Becky and I stood just off to the side, Arthur Hill now back beside us, his expression a mix of amusement and confusion. "Yeah, maybe the scenic route down main street wasn't our brightest move." Becky said, elbowing me gently.

I nodded, but my eyes didn't leave George.

He was smiling for photos, laughing along with the fans, doing that polite, public facing version of himself - charming, patient, easygoing. But I saw the way his shoulders tensed slightly, the way he subtly tried to step back from the people pressing too close, hands gripping his arms longer than necessary.

One girl practically clung to him as he tried to move away.

My stomach twisted.

He finally made his way back over to us, cheeks flushed from the attention. I reached for his arm instinctively, lowering my voice, "you okay?"

He gave a small nod, then turned to the group, exhaling sharply. "A guy just came over and asked for a photo - and as I was leaving he went, go get yourself some fanny."

The group exploded into laughter, Becky cackling like she'd just been told the greatest joke in history.

George grinned, then turned to me with his hand raised. "Little does he know I am getting some. Up high?"

"Oh, shut up," I said, biting back my grin, swatting his hand away instead of high-fiving him. His smirk grew.

With the crowd still lingering and whispers trailing behind us, we collectively decided to get off the main drag and head toward the next pub. Somewhere less fan-dense, hopefully.

I walked a few steps ahead of Becky and George, throwing glances over my shoulder every time Becky cracked a joke loud enough to earn a bark of laughter. George looked relaxed again, at least for now.

That's when I noticed them - a group of girls trailing just behind. Trying to stay subtle but clearly following. Clearly watching George.

"You're like Harry Styles," Becky declared, tossing an arm dramatically around his shoulder. George gave a sheepish grin, that awkward, bashful one he does when he doesn't quite know how to take a compliment - or when he's too polite to roll his eyes.

Becky, never one to miss a moment, turned on her hell toward the tailing girls, and loud enough to echo across the street, shouted, "sorry girls, he's got a girlfriend."

My stomach flipped. I froze for a half-second.

George didn't say anything, But I caught the glance he shot me - a proud look. And he mouthed a I love you of which I returned.

The girls fell back, murmuring between themselves, and Becky looked satisfied as hell - giving me a wink.

George quickened his pace to catch up beside me, brushing his hand against mine again.

This time, he didn't let go.

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hi everyone! I'm back from visiting my parents so here is the next part I've promised and hope you guys love!! I'm loving showing their soft and caring side for each other - is so cute to write!

I also have a little surprised planned for tomorrow!!

See you soon,

mwah x

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TELL A FRIEND TO TELL A FRIEND.... SHE'S BACCKKK!

Hi all!

I am so so so sorry my small break turned into a large break. I had lost someone from my family during a busy part of my life and boy are people right when they say, "death comes in three." Oh because it does, unfortunately I was ready to come back to writing for you all and supporting all my mutuals (big love to you all, I'll be reading all the work I missed whilst gone), however, I had two more relatives pass away.

I have spent time with family and I'm in a good part of life now to come back to writing. Don't worry though, during the hiatus I have been doing some planning and there are some things coming; Secrets in Doncaster, Conrad Fisher, and a new one shot series titled Georgia's Playlist. And of course send through some requests for any character or individual because I miss you all so much!

See you all soon,