| George pt. 2 |

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George intertwined his hand with yours as he slightly struggled to carry his luggage. You let go of his hand and he looked at you a bit puzzled, but you smiled.

"Need help?" You asked

"No, I'm good"

"Listen, you don't need to be masculine around me I know you can't manage" You teased

"Oh, I don't see you doing any better" He chuckled

"Give it 'ere" you took one of his suitcases and trudged back to your apartment.

You got in the door and reluctantly collapsed in a chair letting out a long sigh. George laughed at you and placed his things on the floor. You got up and walked into your bedroom.

"Problem?" George asked from the living area

"I'm fine" you shrugged, George walked in the bedroom and looked at you

"You lie to much" He spoke with raised eyebrows

Sighing you turned your gaze to the window and looked out to the busy street below. George placed his hands on your shoulders and ran his hands up and down your arms kissing the back of your neck softly.

"Tell me what's wrong" He mumbled against your skin

"I don't know, seeing you come back is wonderful but.." You trailed off

"What?" He asked

"How do I know you won't leave again, if you didn't get deported you'd still be there for a while. Every night I was scared you were off with another girl, I mean it's Hamburg for God sake" you gave a slight moan of anger and sat on the windowsill

"Doesn't mean I forgot about you, these things shouldn't bother you. I'm not an unfaithful bastard, I'm your bastard" George chuckled making you smile

"And you won't leave me again?" You asked

"I hope not"

"Promise me"

"I promise" George kissed your cheek lovingly and brought you into his embrace

"I love you, George" You sighed contently closing your eyes

"I love you too, baby" George nuzzled his nose to your head and kissed your temple closing his eyes as well.

He was gonna stay, and if he didn't maybe you'd go along? But one thing for sure, nobody could ever take him from you.

You both peacefully fell asleep with the faint sound of the cracking radio and the street traffic. It was nice. He was home. And he's yours, forever.

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