Hold My Girl (C.H.)
Hi guys! Thank you so much for all the love! Here’s my next request, (we’re getting there!). I tried something a little bit different with this one, so please let me know what you think!!
Request: I’m not sure if its your type of thing but I think it’d be so cute if you did a calum blurb/imagine type thing based on hold my girl by george ezra!
George Ezra’s Hold My Girl is genuinely such a lovely song, I’d definitely recommend giving it a listen.
I tapped my pen on the sofa arm, chewing my lip as I stared at the words I’d already written down in my lyric book. I pursed my lips, hearing my phone buzz on the seat next to me. I ignored it – it was probably Luke or Ashton, asking what time I wanted to meet for drinks tonight. Sighing, I dropped the pen, letting my hand fall back onto the guitar in my lap. I strung a few chords, but nothing was sticking.
Nothing new anyway – it was all about her. Her eyes, her hair, her smile – or lack thereof. Furrowing my brow, I reached for my phone, flicking it open to check my messages – again. I ignored the one from Luke – knew it – and clicked on y/n contact, smiling softly as the last text she’d sent me filled my screen – some silly, obscure meme she’d found somewhere.
“What a krispy meme,” she’d added beneath it, and I just shook my head at the bizarre phrase. After being y/n’s best friend for almost half a decade, I was too accustomed to her peculiar sayings that I no longer questioned them. In fact, I enjoyed them. I loved her sharp wit, a clever comeback just waiting on the tip of her tongue.
Except, for the last few weeks, that wit has been slowly evaporating. Her text was from five days ago, and she hadn’t responded to the meme I’d sent back. I’d known she’d been having a hard few weeks – falling out with one of her friends, struggling to stay on top of work and paying her bills – but this was different. We used to talk about everything – but this time…this time she was pulling away from me.
And I didn’t know why.