Band One-Shots {VOL. 1 COMPLETE}

George Daniel -@ghxstlyxterrors

You walked up slowly as the boys began to play.

You hadn't seen them in a while.

George and Matty.

Matty had texted you a while ago, telling you that him and George were planning to film a tiny video on the steps of St. Peters Library.

You had moved away quite some time ago, but you were coming back, and you hadn't told anyone.

Especially not George.

You stayed somewhat hidden, out of sight.

You felt your eyes water as your heard the boys play, as you heard Matty play guitar, as George played drums.

He looked amazing.

You covered your mouth as you let out small noises, trying to keep your tears in their ducts.

You missed them so much.

Matty looked up and spotted you, only glancing at you for a second and smiling before he sang the first part of the chorus.

He went into a stream of "Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh's" and you felt weak at the knees.

These boys were everything to you.

They were your real family, they'd helped you through so much, they were there for you when no one else was, they always defended you, they made you feel loved, they made you feel so good about yourself, and you adored that about them.

They were funny, they were kind, they were bold, they were party animals, they were insanely smart, though they'd always deny any such allegations.

You couldn't help but laugh as you looked upon Matty, with his little funny outfit and hat, and he looked back up at you, smiling as he sang, pretty much hearing you in his head making fun of him and laughing.

Matty was like a brother to you.

As soon as they had finished the song, you walked up, your flannel blowing in the breeze as both the boys spotted you.

George stood up abruptly, with an unreadable expression on his face as he squeezed his drum sticks in his hand.

You continued to walk forward and when you were almost there, George gulped, dropping his sticks and rushing to you.

You both ran to each other and he engulfed you in his arms.

His hair was so long, and so dark now.

He smelt amazing, just like you had remembered. As his scent filled your nose, you began to cry, letting all those tears spill out as noises came from your mouth.

You let out so many crying noises that George was shaking as he held you.

"Are you really here?" he whispered hoarsely.

"I-I'm h-here, G-George! I'm... h-here." you sobbed into his shoulder.

You two stayed there for quite a while.

He didn't want to let go of you.

George never wanted to let go of you.

From the moment you had told him that you were moving.

He never wanted to let go of you.

From the moment that he met you.

He never wanted to let go of you.

You never wanted to let go of him either.

You loved George, and it really hit you.

It hurt to leave him like that.