Kiss In The Rain - George Shelley x Reader Imagine
This was written when Union J were in The X Factor.
I walked down the street in the pouring rain. It didn’t help that I didn’t have my umbrella as I had just been at UNI and my friend was meant to give me a lift home but her and her boyfriend had gone off somewhere so I was forced to walk home. I walked along the path, only to have a car splash me.
“Oh for Christ sake,” I said, and looked down at my soaked clothes. I carried on walking. I heard my phone ringing and went in my bag for it. I felt around trying to find it, just as the strap snapped and everything fell out into a puddle. “What else could go wrong today?” I said to myself as I got down to pick everything up. A hand came down and started to pick the stuff up. I looked up to see brown hair.
“I hope these weren’t important, they’re sort of ruined,” the boy said holding up a load of paper.
“My course work,” I sighed taking it from him.
“Ah so it was important,” he said. I nodded and carried on stuffing everything in my bag. Once everything was picked up the boy stood up and then stuck out his hand to help me up.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I’m George,” he said. I now recognized him, he was in the X Factor group Union J.
“I’m (Y/n),” I said.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said, causing me to look down blushing. “Why are you walking out in this weather?”
“I’ve just been at UNI and my friend was meant to give me a lift, but her and her boyfriend have gone somewhere, so I’m stuck walking back to our apartment in the rain, and anyway I could ask you the same thing, considering you could be in the Corinthia hotel,” I shot back.
“So you recognize me?” He said and I nodded. “Well that’s the precise reason I’m out in this weather, not many people come out in the rain, which means I’m less likely to be recognized by fans,” he said.
“Right makes sense,” I said.
“Anyway, where’s your apartment?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“So I can walk you home,” he said. He took his coat off and held it out to me. “Take it, you need it more than me right now,” he said. I smiled and put it on.
“Why would you want to walk me home?”
“Because you look like you need someone to cheer you up, I want to be that person,”
“Because you seem really nice, and you are honestly one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met,” he said and then blushed.
“Really?” I said in disbelief.
Why would someone like him, think I was beautiful? Why would he want to walk me home? Why would he want to waste his time on me?
To be honest he had always been my favourite of Union J. I’d had a soft spot for him since he’d auditioned as a solo act. I’d been a little upset when he didn’t get through and then I’d been happy when he was put with Triple J to make Union J.
“Yea, out of all the girls I’ve met, you are easily the most beautiful, and as for the fans….”
“Who said I was a fan?” I said.
“You’re not a fan? Let me guess a District 3 fan,”
“Who says I even watch the X Factor?”
“You don’t watch the X Factor?” he said.
“Oh no, I do,”
“And you’re not a Union J fan?”
“Oh no, I am,” I said smirking.
“Then why did you say you weren’t?”
“I just wanted to mess with you,” I said.
“Oh that’s evil, I definitely like you,” he said. I looked down blushing. “Are you blushing?”
“No,” I said.
“No, no I’m not,”
“OK, sure,” he said in mock belief.
“Oh whatever,” I said. We carried on walking until we reached my apartment building. We went up the stairs to my apartment. I searched in my mess of a bag and found my key. Even that was wet. I slipped it in the lock and unlocked the door. I opened it and stepped inside.
“Well now I’ve walked you home, I’ll leave you,” he said, a hint of hope in his voice.
“You can come in, for like a coffee if you want,” I said, I have no idea why I did, I mean he’s famous and I’m nothing special, but you know it was worth a shot.
“Yea that would be nice,” he said coming in. I shut the door, shocked that it had worked.
“I’m gonna go and change, uh you can watch the TV if you like, uh the kitchens just over there and the bathrooms down the hall,” I said pointing. I ran off into my bedroom.
Before doing anything I slid down the back of the door. George Shelley was in my apartment. I was wearing his jacket. He was out there sat on my sofa, watching my TV. And I was sat in my bedroom. What was I doing, I need to change, quickly. I changed into a purple tank top and some ripped jeans and high top sneakers. I pulled my dirty blonde hair down from it’s messy soaked bun. I started to brush it and grabbed two towels. I checked my makeup and then left the room and went into the front room drying my hair with the towel.
“Here you go,” I said handing him a towel. I noticed two mugs on the counter.
“I made two hot chocolates, I hope you don’t mind,” he said as I sat down.
“Nah it’s fine,” I said.
We sat around talking and having fun for a while. The rain was still pounding against the windows. It got to six o'clock and it was dark and he realized he had to be back at the hotel.
“Right, well we’ll have to meet up again some time,” he said and got up. We swapped numbers and I let him out. I ran into my bedroom, jumped on my bed, hid my head in my pillows and screamed. George Shelley, I had George Shelley’s number. I looked up and saw his jacket hanging on the back of my chair.
“Shit,” I said running and grabbing it. I ran out to the front room and looked out the window. It was dark but the street lamps illuminated the street enough that I could see him walking along, trying to shield himself from the rain, which was coming down like bullets. I ran out of my apartment, down the stairs, out of the building and down the street. I was quite fast so caught up quickly. I got closer and ran in front of him.
“(Y/n),” he said.
“Your jacket,” I said catching my breath.
“I said you could keep that,” he said.
“I couldn’t keep your jacket, it looks expensive,”
“Well maybe it can be my first present to you as your boyfriend,” he said.
I looked at him confused, through the beating rain. He cupped my cheek with his hand and as the rain fell he pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes and kissed back. Our lips moved in perfect sync. His arms slipped around my waist and mine went around his neck. The rain was falling down my back, and down my face and his, but we didn’t care. I could feel him grab his jacket from me and drape it around my shoulders and then his arms were back around my waist, pulling me so close to him that there was no space left between us. We slowly broke apart but stayed closely stuck together.
“Sorry, your lips looked lonely, I thought I’d introduce them to mine. I just couldn’t help myself,”
“It’s fine, I got a film worthy famous kiss in the rain,”