Kismet

Georgie scrunched up her nose as she looked at her sister Montana, "Do we really have to go out tonight?" she asked not sure if she wanted to go out. "I just got comfortable in my pajamas and I have taken off my make-up."

Montana just gave Georgie a look and Georgie knew she'd end up giving in to what her older sister wanted. "Come on George," she pleaded using the nickname Georgie hate. "That dude I like is the one doing the tats tonight."

"And so you just want an excuse to see him?" Georgie asked as she rolled her eyes. "And remind me of this dude because I swear you like two dudes right now. That dark haired dude from the coffee shop and well to be honest details of the tattoo dude are leaving my brain," she said knowing Montana did tell her about this dude but that was before coffee shop dude. Georgie's older sister had a tendency to fall in love so easily.

Rolling her eyes Montana looked down at Georgie, "Niall is the one who does the tattoo's, though he doesn't have one himself and says he'd never get one. Zayn's the dude from the coffee shop and he does have tattoo's and they are as different as night and day and yet I like them both and right now I want to see Niall," she said before pouting. "Please agree to come with me George."

Georgie just shook her head, "Why can't you just ask one of your friends?" she asked as she raised an eyebrow.

"Because I want my baby sister to come with. I never get to spend much time with you. You're always stuck so far up Harry's ass or glued to Liam's hip," Montana spoke before going back to pouting and Georgie felt her resolve crumbling the more Montana pouted.

"I'm not always stuck up Harry's ass," Georgie defended as she sighed. It was true she did spend a lot of time with Harry but he had been her friend since before grade school. "And as for Liam he wants me around a lot," she defended again. Liam was a new addition to her and Harry's friend group. He had joined them in high school after moving to their district. "But fine I'll go with you but I'm not making myself pretty."

Montana gave Georgie a smile at her last few words, "No one said you had to look pretty. You aren't going to be impressing anyone are you?"

Georgie shook her head, "God I hope not," she replied sarcastically as she stood from the couch. "I think Harry would shit a brick if I brought in a new male friend or started dating even."
"I think Harry just needs to ask you out if he doesn't want you dating," Montana smiled as she slipped her arms around Georgie's waist and Georgie just laughed as she walked with her sister to the front door of the apartment they shared.

"Harry doesn't like me like that," Georgie told Montana as she pulled away from her sister's embrace long enough to open the door. "He barely even notices I am a girl and I don't think he is entirely convinced I have tits," she laughed once they stepped outside and she saw Montana roll her eyes at that.

Montana shut the door then turned to face Georgie again, "George, Harry knows you're a girl and Harry likes you otherwise he wouldn't be so jealous of you dating or making guy friends. How long did you say he was mad when you became Liam's friend before he realized Liam wasn't straight?"

Georgie calculated in her head how long Harry had been upset about that, "Four days," she finally answered as she reached the elevators and pressed the button for it. "But it was almost five because he called at eleven that night to apologize for being an asshole."

"Exactly," Montana nodded her head. "That's not just friend behavior. That is I want to date you but am too chickenshit to tell you behavior and he's been that way since high school."
Georgie shook her head, "Again Montana I am saying Harry does not like me like that. And even if he did that doesn't mean I like him that way," she admitted honestly as the elevator doors opened and she stepped on with Montana following behind her. "Harry is like my brother and the thought of dating him is just ick."

Montana laughed at Georgie's words and Georgie just glared at her sister which made Montana laugh more, "Don't give me the Harry is ick shit George. I found your diary in high school remember?" she asked and Georgie swore she felt her cheeks heat up. "I know you fantasized about Harry taking your virginity."

"But he's never going too," Georgie spoke as she shook her head and her cheeks heated up more. "And I may not be a virgin anymore anyway. I may have lost it last year when I was sort of dating Brad."

"You weren't dating Brad," Montana sighed and Georgie felt uncomfortable as her sister eyed her. "You and Brad just kissed a few times and the moment Harry knew about him he was gone. Also I know you well enough to know you're still a virgin. You'd tell me if you lost it."
Going silent for awhile Georgie walked off the elevator once the doors opened and she sighed. She hated how well Montana knew her and she hated that Montana seemed to be right about everything she was saying, "I don't tell you everything," she countered once they left the apartment building and walked out into the beautiful California night.

"Name one thing you haven't told me?" Montana asked a curiosity to her tone.

"I didn't tell you that Liam was my first kiss even if he was gay," Georgie admitted. "It was a drunken thing. He wanted to experiment just to see what kissing a girl would be like. If Harry knew he'd probably kill Liam and he'd probably kill me too."

Montana smirked slightly after Georgie had finished her confession, "You told me just now," she teased before sticking her tongue out. "So you do tell me everything."

"Bitch," Georgie muttered playfully as she shoved Montana as they walked. "You coerced me into telling you."

Shaking her head Montana just laughed, "I didn't coerce you into nothing. You always do your own thing," she smiled and Georgie just shook her head. "At least that's what you tell everyone. Isn't that what you told mom when she visited last weekend and complained about your dye job? The dye job she tried to blame on living out in California, the state where everyone is far too liberal for her taste."

"Mom was just in denial that I'm a woman who can make my own choices," Georgie smiled knowing their mother still refused to see Georgie as the twenty year old woman that she was.
"Maybe so," Montana nodded before going silent.

At Montana's silence Georgie looked down at the pavement. Her mind right now was anywhere but here. It was on the fact that Montana had insisted that Harry liked her. Georgie had resigned herself to the fact that he didn't. Georgie had let herself deny how she felt for Harry for so long that the idea of him even liking her was crazy and if he did she wasn't exactly sure what she'd do even if she did have feelings for him as well. She'd probably find a way to convince him he was wrong. That was the only way they could still remain friends because if they did date Georgie could see it ending badly and she didn't want to lose the one friend she'd had since before she could comprehend what love even was.

Feeling someone nudge her Georgie looked up into the face of her sister, "We're here," Montana told her as she pointed at the door of the tattoo shop.

Georgie just nodded her head and followed Montana inside. As Montana walked to the counter to look at the book of tattoos though Georgie went to a chair and sat down watching as Montana looked at the book and then every so often looked up at some blonde dude who she talked too and smiled at really big. If Georgie was a betting woman she'd bet that the blonde was the Niall her sister was crushing on.

"You aren't getting a tattoo?" a voice asked and Georgie turned in the direction it came from. Sitting beside her was an attractive man with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Why hadn't she noticed him before sitting down? Why hadn't she made herself up before coming out? Why did she even care what this stranger McHottie thought of her?

"N..no," Georgie answered and she felt her cheeks heat up again tonight as she stammered on her answer. "I'm only here because my sister wanted a tattoo as an excuse to talk to one of the artist and well she dragged me along as a reluctant by stander," she laughed as she shook her head and tried to forget the fact that she had stammered and was now blushing. "I have one tattoo and that's enough for me.

Georgie watched as the guy smirked before nodding, "Fair enough answer I guess," he said as he locked eyes with her. "But I don't see any tattoo on you to believe you when you say you have one."

"That's because it's covered up by my sleeve," Georgie laughed again before reaching down and pushing her sleeve up slightly to reveal her tattoo, the word Fate, on her shoulder. "It was something I got after I turned eighteen and I realized my fate was in my hands and no one else's."

"Or maybe someone else does control your fate," the guy smirked more and Georgie watched as he pushed his shirt up to reveal a tattoo of the same word except his was on his stomach. "That's why I got mine. Because I'm thankful for whoever controls mine."

Georgie made a face as she thought over the guy's words, "I guess that makes sense but I'm not sure I believe in some higher power who controls our lives and makes us his puppets," she said knowing that as she got older she found herself no longer believing in the God she had grown up hearing about. "You here to get a new tattoo to go with that fate one as well as the others you have?" she asked raising an eyebrow. Besides the tattoo of the word Fate he had other tattoo's and she half wanted to say he could give Harry a run for his money on the number of tattoo's.

The man shook his head at Georgie's words, "Nah, Just here because my best friend works here," he nodded towards the blonde who her sister was still flirting with. "But don't worry I won't tell him your sister came here to flirt with him."

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