George always liked to tease you about your crush on his older brother- kind of a hobby of his, to be honest -but you never realized that he only did it to hide his jealousy. He had loved you for years by now, and yet you had fallen for his pompous sibling: a cruel twist of fate. He nudged your arm and glanced over at Charlie across the room, and you smiled at him and headed over. Despite how much it hurt, he only wanted to see you happy, and if that meant being your wingman, so be it. He sighed as he watched you talk with Charlie, your cheeks a lovely pink, his heart yearning for you like always.

"One day, Y/N," he muttered to himself longingly, "you'll realize who's always been there for you, and I'll still be here, waiting for you with open arms."