It's much less picturesque without her catching the light. The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the eye

Abi had forgotten about her ankle by the time she woke up on Saturday morning. Their pillow barricade had been dismantled at some point during the night, and George hugged her close. She could do nothing but smile and let her eyes fall shut once more. What a night. As she stirred, George did too. His arms felt so warm around her, so safe, and she just wanted to move closer to the lad.

Her head was aching a little, her eyes finally adjusting to the unfamiliar bedroom she was in. The bright light of the sunny morning bleached through the curtains and reflected off the room's white walls, making her squint and shut her eyes again, wiggling against George. He grumbled into her hair and yawned, then turned onto his back. Abi whimpered a little at the lack of contact, though it gave her the opportunity to sit up and down the glass of water on the side table. It gave her the chance to have another look around the room. There was a television on the wall in front of the bed, with some kind of games console below it. George's helmets and trophies proudly sat upon the chest of drawers to her right, whilst the large glass windows that looked over the city stood to the left. It was a delightful space, and she was a little upset she probably wouldn't return to it for some time.

George grumbled from beside her and opened his eyes, yawning and then looking to Abi, a smile immediately landing upon his face.

"Good morning," He hummed, blinking a few times to keep himself awake. "How did you sleep? How's your ankle feeling?" He asked, his voice deep and sleepy. Abi immediately felt the butterflies as she laid back down and faced him.

"Beautifully, and it feels fine. Not sure if it will when I get up, though." She thought, George giving her a sleepy smile before burying his head into the pillows. "Someone doesn't want to get up this morning." She laughed, George shaking his head into the pillows.

"Saturday is the day of rest." He mumbled, Abi beaming back at him. "I don't like getting up early, let alone at the weekend."

"It's hardly early," Abi laughed, looking at her watch. "It's almost eleven." George groaned in reply and then rolled back onto his side to look at her. "Why don't we go get breakfast, liven you up a bit." She suggested, a slight pout on George's lips. She could tell he was thinking about it, and he then nodded, sitting up and yawning again, rubbing his bare shoulder.

"Alright, I know a good place." He hummed and got out of bed, stretching broadly and flexing his back muscles. It was the first time Abi had seen him topless in the morning light, and she was sure it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen. George turned and smiled at her cheekily, noticing her eyes gazing at the v of his hips and the soft rows of abs that graced his torso. "Eyes up here, Abs." He teased, making Abi blush and get out of bed, hesitant to place weight on her ankle. But it was fine when she did, sighing in relief.

"Where's this breakfast place of yours then?" She asked, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirrored door of George's wardrobe. She was in one of his t-shirts, it a little loose around her torso. The shorts she had also borrowed from his surprisingly large collection were incredibly comfortable, and she didn't want to take them off. She smiled at her reflection and then looked over at the tall lad.

"Notting Hill, so a bit of a trek." He answered, downing his glass of water. "The bathroom's through there," He pointed to the door adjacent to the bedroom door. "Help yourself to shampoo and that if you want to. I'll jump in the other bathroom." He said, and Abi smiled to thank him, making her way into the ensuite. She locked the door, went to the toilet, and then stared at herself in the mirror above the sink. Her makeup was still clinging to her cheeks and around her nose, and mascara smudged around her eyes. She groaned at the sight and looked around the bathroom for some make-up remover. She crouched down and opened the cupboard below the sink, finding a bottle of Cerave behind a few bottles of shampoo and body wash. She didn't bother to question who it belonged to or how long it had been in there, instead washing her face with the gel and feeling refreshed once the remainder of her light makeup had been washed away.

She showered, trying to keep her hair as dry as possible, and then wrapped the tan bathrobe around her. She used George's moisturiser and then returned to the bedroom, noting that her companion wasn't in sight, and opened his wardrobe. The evening before, he had retrieved clothes from the left side, so decided to have another search in there to see what goodies she could find. She grabbed a plain white t-shirt and a soft grey sweatshirt, retrieving her bra from the neat pile on the floor beside the bed. She dressed, deciding to risk wearing her nickers for a second day running, and finally got her phone from her handbag, having a chance to inspect the damage. The screen was smashed beyond repair, and she almost cut her finger trying to unlock the screen. Alex has messaged her overnight, letting her know his mum was okay and once more apologising for their failed date. It's okay. I'm just glad your mum is okay xx She had responded before stealing George's charger and laying back on the bed.

George reappeared moments later, humming to himself and rubbing his hair with a towel, another wrapped low around his waist. A breath caught in Abi's throat at the sight, and, as George grinned at her, her butterflies were too great to respond with anything but a shy smile. So they had had a moment last night like they had had every time they were alone for more than ten minutes - but it had once again not ended in a kiss. A jolt of pain had hit her, and George had helped her sit before running off to get an ice pack, the pair watching an episode of Top Gear from either side of their pillow wall, though Abi's head resting on his shoulder and a hand thoughtlessly playing with her hair. It felt so normal, so romantic that Abi didn't really care that they hadn't kissed.

"You've nicked my favourite sweatshirt." George laughed, smiling at the woman as he hid behind the wardrobe doors so he could put on briefs and pick out an outfit for the day.

"I definitely got dinner on my shirt, so I'm not wearing it again." She gestured to the blouse that remained folded up on the floor. "Plus, it's cold out there, and I will freeze if I don't have something thick on under my coat." She added, George shutting the wardrobe door and stepping back into the room in black jeans and a denim shirt. "Oh, don't tell me you're taking me somewhere fancy for breakfast again." Abi sighed, making George laugh and shrug.

"Nah, just like dressing smart from time to time." He hummed, running fell through his towel-dried hair. "You ready to rock and roll then?" He asked, and Abi nodded, standing and slinging her handbag over her shoulder, getting her phone from where it was charging on the side table. "Huh, stealing my electricity as well as my bed now, are we?" He asked with a playful smile.

"Hey, I'm just getting payback." She shrugged, folding up her dirty blouse and putting it into her handbag before following George back to the hall and putting her boots on, George raising a cautious brow. "I've not got any other shoes to wear." She pointed out as George put on his coat and tied a scarf around his neck.

"Well, we can always stop and buy you some of it gets too painful," He commented, grabbing the golf umbrella from where it was lent by the door and then opened the door for Abi. "After you, my dear." He smiled, Abi heading out into the hall and waiting for George to lock the door before following him to the lifts.

They ended up buying Abi a new pair of shoes, nipping into the Office within Westfields on their walk to breakfast so Abi could pick up a pair of Air Forces, George mocking her a little for such a stereotypical shoe choice. She rolled her eyes at his tone, a small smile on her face nonetheless as she changed into them. It had been a while since she bought new shoes, and the pain in her ankle made it hard to walk in her heeled boots. Yes, it was a very in-style pair of trainers, but she liked them, and that was enough, even if George was going to tease her for the rest of the day.

They walked from the shopping centre and towards Notting Hill with interlinked arms, chatting happily whilst weaving through the crowds that occupied the busy streets. George laughed along to the jokes Abi was making about the people who passed them, having to wrap an arm around her so as not to lose her in the busy mob. She happily rested her head upon his shoulder, eyes following the shop fronts they passed, having to drag her eyes from the beautiful clothes that were proudly displayed in the windows of each store. She knew she needed no more clothes, that her wardrobe was already bursting at the seams, but she was drawn to them nonetheless. George could tell, following her eyes and laughing to himself.

"You bought that horrible sweatshirt the other week. Do you really need anything else?" He laughed as they passed a vintage store, a vintage pair of dungarees in the window that were calling out to Abi. "Plus, you've got a uniform for when you're at work anyway, right?" He added, Abi looking up at him. He could tell she was going to roll her eyes, so he just laughed and squeezed her waist.

"Only on the days when we have people filming or the drivers are in - makes us look all proper." She answered with a proud smile. "Otherwise, I am free to wear whatever terrible," She made air quotation marks with her fingers, George laughing in response. "Clothes I want to."

"Hmm, well, that's fair enough. At least I know what to get you for Christmas - the most horrific vintage sweater I can find." George said with a nod. Abi raised her eyebrows, her heart fluttering in her chest. Christmas? Well, she had hardly thought about next weekend, let alone Christmas. But surely that was a good sign if George was already thinking about what he would get her for Christmas.

"Oh, that sounds perfect." She smiled as they came to a stop outside of a bustling cafe. Abi looked to the patrons that crowded the tables outside, plates of fancy-looking breakfasts in front of them whilst they snapped photos of their meals. "Looks posh, again." She commented, George shrugging and looking at her.

"Eh, you're worth it." He smiled, making Abi laugh and step forward, so they were at the front of the queue. The smiling waiter led them inside and out to the back garden, seating them under the canopy near the large burning log fire that radiated enough warmth to make even Abi hot. She shrugged off her coat as they sat down, looking at the menu.

"Who on earth puts charcoal in a coffee?" She exclaimed, George beaming at her and shaking his head as he picked up his menu. "Honestly, you people have more money than sense, I swear." She sighed, making George laugh once more. He supposed she had a point - the prices were ridiculous for the hot drinks the cafe offered, and the food was no better, but he knew that it was worth it. Sure there were fancy items on the menu, but if it meant that he could treat Abi, then he would. There was something about her smile, the brightness in her blue eyes, the blush that would rush to her cheeks every time he complimented her or made her laugh. She was nothing like any woman he had known before, and all he wanted was to right the wrongs of their childhood.

"Hey, if it tastes good, then why not have some fun with it." He shrugged, knowing he would order his usual latte and scrambled eggs. "I came here with Lando once - fussiest eater known to man, but he had the latte and loved it. They've got one with cannabis in too." Abi's eyebrows rose upon her face, making George laugh loudly.

"Well, if it makes putting up with you for the day easier, then why not." She teased, George rolling his eyes although still smiling.

"You love spending time with me. You wouldn't spend every evening on the phone with me otherwise." He offered, making Abi hum and sit back in her chair. "Or steal my clothes, or break the pillow barricade, or let me take you out every weekend."

"It's not every weekend." She interjected, smiling nonetheless.

"It may as well be." He shrugged as the waiter approached them and took their order, disappearing as fast as he had arrived. "Admit it. You love spending time with me."

"I could think of worse people to spend it with." She smiled, cheeks flushed as she brought the sleeves of George's sweatshirt over her hands. "You're not too bad, not really."

"I'm a dream to spend time with." He hummed, his heart hammering at how adorable Abi looked in his sweatshirt. George was sure that he would never complain again about her stealing his clothes, now knowing it was one of the most beautiful sights in the world. He just hoped it would be the first of many times.