He's perfect, no? 

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With her hair flapping in the cold wind, Nellie laughed at the corny joke that George just told her and he just grinned, fascinated with her happiness. She looked carefree, happy, and curious about everything around her but above all, she looked beautiful. Her nose was red from the cold wind, her cheeks flushed slightly as well and her lips the deepest shade of rose. George just stuck his hands in the pockets of his coat and rocked forth and back on his heels, grinning at her. 

"That was so bad," Nellie breathed out in between the laughs. "But come on, I am ready for more," she chuckled as they kept walking down the crowded passage. People were getting home from work and the street buzzed with all kinds of characters.

George smirked down at her, his eyes glancing at her lips from behind his shades and he pursed his lips in thought. "Okay, here is one more," he grinned. "What do you call a pig that knows karate?"

Nellie looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders, already giggling. "What?"

"A PORK CHOP!" George replied and started laughing himself at the stupid joke he just told. Nellie started laughing hard too, shaking her head, and covering her mouth with a hand because snorts threatened to come out. Still grinning, George threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to his torso. "Fancy a coffee?" he asked as they walked; his arm still around her shoulder as he pointed at a small café with his free hand.

"Sure," Nellie murmured inhaling his scent.

The café was rather small but it was cosy and Nellie felt comfortable inside. The walls were dark colour and the windows tiny and slightly steamy due to contrasting temperature outside and inside. The walls were lined with artistic photographs and shelves stacked with random books. Some soft instrumental music was playing from the speakers and three candles were burning at the centre of each table. "Do you want something with it?" George asked, sliding next to her and taking seat, putting cups in front of them. "They have some wicked looking cakes, too."

"No, I am good, thanks," she murmured back as George placed his hand on her jeans clad leg and squeezed her thigh gently.

They spent the afternoon together and it was absolutely the best day of her life. When she woke up and realised she was alone in the bed, she felt immediately cold and sad, but when she found a small note, messily scribbled on a napkin, she couldn't peel off the smile off of her face.. She had been waiting patiently for him, sitting on the bed, nervously tying, and untying her hair, finally deciding that old habits needed to be broken. But when he knocked on her doors and she opened, George wrapped his arms around her and kissed top of her head, her nervousness disappeared.

George took her first to Regent's Park where they just walked around, talking and actually getting to know each other – George holding her hand firmly but gently as if he was afraid she will run away. After that, they took the tube and just spent time exploring Inner London, wandering around; George telling her all the tiny stories about London and history facts that she picked up from Ross' rants a while ago. Their last stop was Brick Lane market where they explored the streets and finally settled on the small café on the street.

George sighed after taking a sip of the coffee, "Have to tell you something," he started and Nellie looked at him curiously, "I am playing a show in Nottingham tomorrow. I won't be around for two days."

"Oh," she whispered, setting her cup down on the table, "but I am seeing you when you come back?" Nellie asked. She had only two and half weeks left in London and she didn't want to be alone.

George grinned at her, placing some of her hair behind her ear, "You will be the first person to see me when I come back." Nellie blushed and away but George a finger under her chin and made her look at him. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" he asked.

Nellie blushed and he just smiled at her tinted cheeks. She tried to look away and hide but he didn't let her. "I don't know why I am so nervous," she blurted breathlessly, and George threw his head back and laughed sincerely. She blushed even more and covered her face with her hands, chuckling as well. "Yes," she mumbled through her fingers, "I'd like to."

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George pushed the doors open and led Nellie inside the warm hallway. It was quite silent and George thanked internally that Matty or anyone else wasn't home. He didn't want to throw in Nellie in that crazy den, just yet. "Come," he whispered and pulled her inside the living room.

Nellie didn't expect the living area to be so clean but the faint smell of cigarettes lingered in the air. There was a TV on the wall and game consoles messily laying on the floor, stacks of books on the miniature coffee table and just next to it a pile of envelopes. Nellie sat down on the comfortable sofa as George walked into the kitchen to get them something to drink. "What are these?" Nellie called out and George's head peeked from around the corner.

He walked back, carrying glasses filled with what seemed to be whiskey, "Oh, fan letters," he smiled as he sat down next to Nellie. "Matty likes to read those. He finds them fascinating. He reads some whenever he's got time."

"Is that your flatmate?" she asked curiously, now holding one of the envelopes in her hands. It was a plain white envelope with some quotes scribbled on the front.

"Band mate and flatmate. We've met in high school – he's like a brother to me." Nellie smiled at George as she neared the glass to her lips, "You're lucky he's not here," George smirked and Nellie raised an eyebrow as she took a sip, "he'd be hitting on you so bad."

"He wouldn't," Nellie giggled as George neared his face closer to her. He was just few inches away as he nodded slightly, grin never leaving his lips. Nellie, closed the gap shyly and kissed him just once, blushing. She was acting like an twelve years old teenager and not like someone who already was married.

Still married. – She corrected herself and cursed internally.

"Trust me, he would," he replied and then pressed his lips to Nellie's, letting the kiss last longer before pulling back for an inch, smiling. "You are beautiful," he whispered and Nellie smiled as their lips collided in another kiss. It was different from the kiss they had when they sat on the floor of the small apartment. This one was rawer, more passionate, and Nellie's insides were bursting from excitement. Breaking the kiss, George leaned back into sofa and his hand slipped under Nellie's shirt and sneaked around her waist. Nellie just sighed happily and leaned into his shoulder with a content smile on her face.

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When Nellie woke up the next morning, she felt rested due to the super comfortable bed that George owned. He was lying on his stomach, facing her and his hair fell messily all over his face. Last night she didn't even remember how or when she fell asleep but she remembered that she sleepily took off her jeans and snuggled into semi-naked George. She resisted the urge to move it away but she didn't want to wake him up. Carefully, she slipped out of the bed, her bladder aching. Not bothering to pull any clothes on except one of George's shirts he gave her last night, she tiptoed out of the room and marched in the direction of the toilet.

"Morning!"

Nellie froze and her bladder almost burst. Her head snapped in the direction of the kitchen, noticing a man with wild curls, framing his face, wearing only his boxers. He was flipping through the newspapers on the breakfast isle and nursing a cup of tea in his other hand. Her mouth opened and closed, before realising she is only in her underwear, too. "Shit," she muttered, looking around and pulling the t-shirt to cover herself more. By now, she was blushing like mad.

"Relax love," the guy said with an amused smirk on his lips, "I've had girls walk around me mother-naked." He stood up and turned around, clearly comfortable with being half-naked in front of a stranger. Nellie noticed that he had quite few tattoos, just like George. "Tea?" he asked turning around.

"I, uh..." Nellie blurted out, pointing in the direction of the toilet before scurrying away. The last thing she heard was the guy chuckling after her when she slammed the doors shut. After spending more time in the toilet than she needed to, splashing her face and trying to make the blush go away, Nellie walked out, hoping that the guy wasn't in the kitchen anymore.

She was wrong.

He was still sitting on the barstool, now looking at her with amused smirk. "Come on, I don't bite." He pointed at the other cup in front of him.

Hesitantly, Nellie walked over and hoped on the stool across from him. "Thanks," she muttered, taking a small sip of her tea. She preferred coffee but tea was nice too.

"Matty," he grinned, reaching over his hand to shake. "I don't remember sleeping with you last night so you must be George's girl."

Oh, this is the famous Matty.

"Nellie," she replied, noticing Matty's eyes go wide instantly.

He jumped down from the stool and ran a hand through his hair. "Nellie? You're Nellie?" Nellie just nodded. "I can't believe!"

"I'm confused now." She tried to smile but it was forced and confused.

"I knew you existed," he kept talking but more to himself. George had some weird friends. – She thought. "You know, he's been sulking....—"

He couldn't finish his sentence because George's tall figure appeared from the room. He sat down next to Nellie and placed his head on her shoulder, grinning at Matty. "You are the emo kid and you are the one who sulks because of girls." George winked at Matty.

Matty crossed his arms over his chest, still looking slightly pissed. He looked at Nellie and raised an eyebrow, "Wait, you have American accent?"

"Yes, Matty. She's American," George mumbled, yawning.

Nellie nodded, "Portland," she muttered. Matty's eyes widened for a second and then he looked at George with a knowing smirk.

"I.FUCKING.KNEW.IT," Matty slowly worded. He pointed a finger at George, grabbing his cigarettes from the table and walking in the direction of the rooms. "You and I are going to talk later," he called out and George flipped him off, ignoring him as he pressed his lips to Nellie's neck.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked inching closer to him, enjoying the tingling sensation in her body. Then a weird feeling suddenly ran down her spine and she tensed. George felt it too so he moved away a bit and questioningly looked at her. "Where's my phone?" she whispered. "In my bag," she muttered. She forgot that she had to text Marcia – she had so much fun with George and that was one of the conditions that Marcia had for her before Nellie left.

George stood up, reaching the sofa in two big strides and opened her bag that was under the coffee table and fished out the old phone. He reached it over to her and stopped behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Nellie's face turned into a frown seeing six messages and two missed calls from Marcia. Her eyes glazed with tears in instant, fear overtaking her body. "Clive," she muttered, "he managed to dodge the restrain order," her voice was shaky and George only squeezed her more protectively. "Marcia thinks that he might know where I am."