Frank’s P.O.V

“What’s it like?” I asked Michael as we made our way over to the drinks tent. The guys had decided to stay behind to set up like a little camp that we could all sit around when we played our games day. The girls had gone off to meet their friend and do a spot of shopping. I was nervous to be spending time alone with Michael, without George being there to keep us civil; I mean sure I knew that the guys would be there but I was in the wrong after all and I can’t expect them to go down with my sinking ship should the iceberg hit.
“What’s what like?” He asked looking at me slightly confused. I said I was going to grab us all drinks and to my surprise Michael agreed to help me. You could see the unease look cover the others faces but I thought he might have wanted to speak to me privately so waved them off with ‘I’m fine’ look.
“Living with George and her memory loss?” I asked biting my lip hoping I’d not overstepped a mark. I noticed him pause for a moment as he took a shaky breath.
“It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I wouldn’t change it.” He told me truthfully. “I’ve never thought about leaving her, I couldn’t, most people told me to though. Even George.” He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. “Most guys would be happy that their girl couldn’t remember an argument but its torture. I remember we had an argument, the kind where we couldn’t talk about her day, so I knew the morning would be bad. She got a blanket and slept on the sofa. I woke up the next morning and she was there all peaceful and not a worry line on her face. She woke up and told me she loved me, she couldn’t remember a single thing.” He shook his head as he relived the moment. “Do you know how hard it is to go back over an argument when the other person can’t remember. It was the first time it had happened and I was shitting myself with her reaction. She broke down crying telling me how sorry she was and that she was hopeless. I’d managed to calm her down and told her I was going to go for a shower. When I came out she’d packed a bag and left me a note telling me she was sorry but she couldn’t put me through it no more. She told me she was leaving me.” I noticed the tears in his eyes. “She’d gone to Sophia’s next door and for 4 hours we had to convince her to come home.” He finally looked over at me with a sad smile.


“Shit man. I am so sorry. I really am. For everything.” I told him truthfully, putting my hand on his shoulder in what I hoped was a reassuring way. “I know I’m probably the last person you wanted here. Or the last person you wanted to talk too, but, if you ever need anybody I’m here. I’ve changed so much since Australia and I am so ashamed of what I’ve done, I want to make it up to you both and I hope you’ll let me. Also, thank you for including me in this, Gerard told me it was you who suggested it.” I offered a small nod and a smile to show I was genuine.
“She’s been talking about you a lot recently. She wanted to know if I’d be mad if you talked again and I said no. She didn’t know how to get back in touch with you, she missed you Frank so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity for you both. I’m happy we can all move on but you hurt her again and that’s it. She can’t take anymore.” He warned me in a none threatening way, more of a concerned sort of way.
“I’m not going to hurt either of you. I promise.” I told him, hoping he understood I saw him as part of our family now. “I should say welcome to the family.” He laughed as we reached the bar.

It was about 2 hours after our conversation that the girls arrived back to our makeshift camp. They were laughing and chattering away, hands full of bags from a variety of shops that they’d been in. Gerard and Michael quickly made their way over to them, giving their girls a quick kiss and taking their bags for them.
“Guys I’d like you all to meet Molly.” George finally spoke out as a shortish girl stepped out from behind them offering a small wave. She had short brown hair and a face that was similar to George’s in a way. “Molly these are the guys.” She told the youngish looking girl as she introduced us one by one. “And this is Frank.” She smiled as I noticed Molly blush, causing me to do the same. I saw George’s small smirk on her lips as she looked down at the floor slowly.
“Nice to meet you Frank. George has told me so much about you.” She smiled at me as George glanced at me.
“Oh really? All good things I hope?” I asked looking at George hoping she’d explain soon.
“Of course.” George smiled, “I’m going to need to borrow some bedding from your bus? Christa said you had spare will you show me where it is?” She asked clearly giving me the opportunity of an escape to find out what was going on, one I quickly took with a nod. “Make yourself at home.” She looked over at Molly who just nodded and went and sat next to Michael.

“What’s going on Georgina?” I asked using her full name once we were safely on the bus, looking round to make sure no one was following us.
“I need bedding for Molly?” She questioned innocently.
“So why the smirk outside? I know you well enough to know when you’re up to something.” I reminded her as she looked away.
“I suppose you do.” She sighed. “She’s pretty huh?” She asked as she looked out through the window to the girl that was laughing along with Gerard and Sophia.
“Yeah beautiful, she has a look of you though?” I told her, still staring at the girl who was outside. I could feel my lips turning into a smile slowly. Something I’d not done in a long time.
“She should do she’s my cousin.” George laughed looking up at me before pausing. “She’s coming back to America with us, trying to start a fresh. Her ex-boyfriend up sticks and left her alone so we sorted her apartment out and told her to come over. She could use a decent friend to help her settle in.” She told me looking up at me with that smirk again and that’s when I realised what she was doing.
“You wouldn’t mind?” I questioned, not sure whether this was a trick or not. Molly was stunning and George was trying to set me up with her? Too good to be true I thought.

“I wouldn’t have brought her if I minded. You’re a good guy Frank and she’s a good girl.” She told me truthfully before grabbing the bedding and walking out of the bus with me.

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