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Twenty five

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Georgia PoV

"I never meant to hurt you Georgia, I just couldn't help but think.. I was thinking about everyone else! I was worried what our parents would think, what my friends, the others at school, our fuckin' kids! What they would think? I was too worried about all that to worry about what I was actually putting you through."

Our kids. Carter is talking about our kids. Like as if me and him made a child. Children. If me and him... had a long term future enough to start our own family?

What am I supposed to say to that?

Why the hell has it taken him so long to admit this? Any of it?

I can't just ignore this, but I'm not an idiot, I'm also not foolish enough to overlook everything just like that..

He moves closer to me, I let him hug me. I move my arms around him too.

I rest my forehead on his chest. I'm so fucking overwhelmed, a plethora of information swirling in my mind.

The doorbell rings.

Is that what they mean by saved by the bell?

"Expecting anyone?" James asks. I kind of forgot he was here?

I move back and blink rapidly to clear my eyes.

"Uh, I'll get it." I mutter.

Knowing my luck it's Cric right now.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and reach to open the door.

I'm so nervous.
This is all the stress and worry, all pent up in my body.

I take another breath and try fix a smile.

I pull open the door and see... Gabe?

I didn't expect to see him?

"Hey?" I laugh humourlessly at how awkward I feel.

"Morning G, how you doing?" He asks with a signature smirk. I sense he's not himself though. That's no surprise, is anyone?

I step back to let him in, obviously he's here for Carter.

"Fine, you ok?" Pleasantries with him seem weird.

"Yup," he say shortly, walking off to the kitchen.

I blink a few times, shaking my head at this weirdness.

I close the door and walk back to the kitchen.

"Morning." Gabe greets in a dull tone, slipping into one of the kitchen stools.

"What's crawled up your arse and died mate?" James smirks.

Carters just frowning at him, suspicious, like all of us are.

The doorbell goes again and I turn to answer it.

Why am I getting it?
Since when do I get visitors?
You know it'll be another member of the boy band anyway...

"Wait G." Gabe turns to face me, his serious expression makes me worried, "I need to talk to you."

I'm worried about him.
Me worried about Gabe... wow...

I sigh and nod, he walks off down to the living room, I just follow.

My damn house Gabe.. acting like you own the place...