I didn't choose the fandom life.
The fandom life chose me.
Some people never change.
(Y/n) had paid so much attention to him while she was watching that she had to go back and re-watch it to see what the interview was actually about. But again, she still only paid attention to him. He was so beautiful to her, and every little idiotic thing he did, she found completely cute, and charming, even if it didn’t make any sense.
By the fourth time she’d tried to re-watch it, she caught a specific question that alarmed her:
"So, how’s your love life, George? Met any special girls recently or remember any girls from the past?"
"Yeah, actually," His voice was so smooth, and so silky, it made her feel like she was on a cloud. "There’s this girl back home in London, and I know she’s watching this right now. She’s probably replayed it multiple times, but that’s okay," He chuckled, and blew a kiss at the camera. "Hi." His voice was small, and he made a small little wave to the lens, then the interview went on.
His response made her heart flutter, but her mouth sat ajar, and her eyes were wide.
"I haven’t seen him in a year," She whispered quietly. "How does he even remember me? And why would he say ‘there’s this girl back home’? And how would he know that I’d watched this over and over again?" She stared, puzzled, at him as she paused the video, and she sat up quickly. "George Shelley remembers me… " She whispered, astonished.
It didn’t make sense to her, though. They’d had a decent relationship last year, and they were hopelessly in love, but then George left and she never heard from him again. Not even in interviews where they’d asked the same question, so why’d he answer something like that now?
Suddenly, (Y/n) heard her front door open. She jumped off of her bed, making sure to shut her laptop before hand, and ran into the corridor to see who it could be, mostly because nobody else had a key but-
"Hi, baby," George’s voice cracked as his arms spread wide open, and small tears fell down his cheeks.
She stood there in front of her. Her big sweatshirt enveloped her upper and (somewhat) her lower body, her black leggings becoming connected as she crossed her legs in front of one another. She pushed up her glasses from the bridge of her nose. Tears had started to stream down her cheeks, and she tried to wipe them away, as she stood there; baffled.
"G-G-George?" She cried out silently. "W-What’re y-you doing here?" She sniffled, and wiped her nose, "You haven’t called me, or texted me, or anything for a year," She was starting to walk forward slowly as she spoke, and even more tears and sorrowful cries spilled, "G-George, w-where have you b-been?"
George couldn’t help but feel guilty. He ran forward, and caught her body in his arms before she collapsed to the ground, causing him to collapse down to the ground with her, his light brown trench coat falling around them.
He looked down at her, and watched as she fisted his shirt in her hands, and bawled into the crook of his neck.
"George, you left me!" She cried out helplessly, "Why’d you leave me?!" She was pleading now. She was so desperate for answers, and she just wanted to know why she was left alone with no calls or anything from him.
"I understand you’re upset, and I’m so sorry," His voice was panicked, and frantic. "Baby, but I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I wasn’t going to be coming home for a long time. I wanted you to know that I still loved you and that I’ve never forgotten about you," A happy, and soothing chuckle escaped his lips. He grabbed her chin, and gently lifted it up. "You’re still beautiful! Look at you! The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! Always and forever!"
A smile appeared on her face, and a small cough, followed by a giggle erupted from her mouth, and she clung to him once again; burying her face into his neck, and whispered:
"Some people never change."