All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Seven -

George POV:

"Thank you" I say to the bus driver, while stepping off the bus. Taking my gloves out of my pocket as well as a black beanie, deciding to put them on before making my way to Clays apartment. Clay's neighbourhood is always so quiet, thats why I love coming here so much. Noise is something I'm used to, especially being surrounded by 2 idiot band mates. So it's nice to just be in silence sometimes.

My beanie is a bit big for my head but it'll keep me warm so I keep it on, soon enough his apartment building comes into view. I reach Clays apartment building, buzzing in and walking up to his floor. Clay has given me a spare key since I'm almost always over here, so I dig for the key that I keep in my wallet and open the door. Once I'm inside, I swiftly shut the door behind me, not letting any of the cold air in. Walking into the kitchen, placing the groceries onto the kitchen counter. Either Clay is sleeping on the couch, or asleep in his bed. Seeming as I already walked past the living room and he wasn't there, I'm guessing that he's in bed.

"Clay are you in here~" I sing, walking towards his bedroom. I hear a groan in response, letting me know he is here. I arrive at his bedroom door, opening the door immediately. I'm met with Clay on the floor, laying on his chest with his arms supporting his head. "Oh god Clay, are you okay?" I exclaim, rushing over to him and putting my hand on his back. "Mmm, floor is cold, I'm so hot but also freezing. I don't know, I feel ill" Clay mumbles. I chuckle, while grabbing his arms and trying my best to lift him up onto his feet. Once he's fully stood up, he leans his head on my shoulder for balance. I reach my hand up to his head to see how hot he is, not taking any notice of Clay leaning in on my touch. No surprise, he is definitely burning up. "Do you wanna lay down in here, or do you want me to take you to the couch?" I ask softly, bringing my hand down.

"Couch please" He whispers. I nod and wrap my arms around his torso bringing him to the sofa. Once he is settled down, I make my way to get him a thin blanket, so if he gets cold he can wrap himself up. "Here you go" I say with a smile. Clays eyes are closed, looking like he is about to fall back to sleep any second, but he still manages to smile back at me. "Now, I'm going to start preparing the soup for you, do you want anything while I'm here?" I ask, now crouching next to his face. I take time admiring Clay, although he does look quite pale at the moment, I must admit he is a pretty attractive guy. Clay opens his eyes, meeting with mine and I look away for a second, embarrassed from being caught. He only giggles teasingly "Checking me out George?" He asks sarcastically. I scoff "As if, you look gross with your heavy eye bags and runny nose" I reply. His eyebrows furrow for a second "Do I really look like shit?" He asks groggily. Shaking my head in amusement "No you idiot, I was only kidding. You do look pretty pale though. I'll make that soup now, yeah?" I reply, looking back over at him. He flashes me his stupid smile again "Yes please, thank you Georgie" He says sleepily, before burying his face into the pillows beneath him, clearly wanting to sleep.

I leave him to rest, making my way into his kitchen. I of course know where everything is and waste no time getting the right utensils out and the placing the groceries from the bag out in front of me. (Idk how to make chicken soup so lets move on lmao)

I pour the soup into a large bowl for Clay and a slightly smaller bowl for me. Getting us both a glass of water each, I walk into the living room, placing our food and drinks onto the small coffee table out in front. Since it's an easy dinner, it wouldn't hurt to eat on the couch for once. Walking over to Clay, I hear small soft snores coming from him. Normally when he's sleeping, he likes to tuck his legs as close as he can into his body, like a ball. It's quite amusing and honestly adorable, considering how big he is. I gently shake his shoulder "Clay, the soup is ready, come on wake up" I whisper. He stirs in his sleep, turning around to face the ceiling. He reaches his arm across his head, slowly opening his eyes. "How do you feel after napping for a while?" I ask, moving his arm a bit to feel his forehead for the second time. "Eh, feel the same really. I'm sure your soup will make me feel better though" He says with a genuine smile plastered across his face, sitting up from where he is. 

He rubs his eye, yawning and stretching his arms out in front of him. "Do you want me to take your temperature real quick before we eat the soup?" I ask, already getting up to get the temperature reader. Without waiting  for Clays response, I stick it in his ear, waiting for a sec to hear the small beep, telling me to pull it back out. Once the beep goes off, I glance at the reading seeing that it says it is 2 degrees higher than last time. I tut then place the thing on the table in front of us. "You've gone up a bit so after we eat I will get you more tablets to take, okay?" I say, placing the bowl of soup into his lap. He looks down at it, then back up at me and smiles. His smile is almost guilty looking "What's wrong?" I ask. He shakes his head "Nothing, I just feel bad that you have to take care of me cause I was dumb and got a stupid fever" He says, looking back down. I laugh slightly "Don't be an idiot Clay, you've done so much for me these past weeks, it's the least I can do. Now eat your soup before it gets cold" I tease, poking at his side. He laughs and nods, picking up his spoon "Yes ma'am" He says jokingly. Rolling my eyes at him, but doing the same and also picking up my spoon to eat. 

We talk about the most random things, one minute we would be talking about his YouTube channel, or how everyone in my band is and then the next minute we're having a debate about which is the superior season, summer or winter. "-dude I'm telling you, summer is way better. You can swim, go to waterparks, visit Disneyland, literally anywhere. Winter is always so cold and depressing" Clay argues, I shake my head with disagreement. "No way is summer better. Winter is by far better because you can get all snugly, drink hot chocolate and snow Clay! It snows! How the hell is summer better?" I argue back. I watch as Clay thinks for a minute. "Fine I guess we will just have to agree to disagree then" He says, placing his empty soup bowl on the table. "Think of it like this. It's much easier to get warmer when you're cold, but a lot harder to get cold from being hot. And plus winter is just a lot more comfy" I say, trying to win him over. "I guess thats true" He says, sounding defeated. I cheer, celebrating my victory. "I win! You suck so bad" I say teasingly. Clay tries to act annoyed, but easily fails when a smile breaks out onto his face. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Now stop rubbing it in my face loser" He says, standing up, picking up our empty bowls and walking to the kitchen to wash up.

"Hey, no! You don't have to do that, I will do it. Go sit back down Clay" I say, trying to move him out the way. Of course, I fail since the huge height difference. "Nope. You made dinner so I have to wash up. Rules are rules George" He replies, getting the soap out from under the sink. "Well at least let me dry up" I whine. "If you must" Clay replies, rolling his eyes. I snatch the tea towel off the counter, picking up the bowls and drying them off. I hum the tune of a new song I'm currently writing, while placing the bowls back from where they came from. "What song are you humming? I feel I've heard it before" Clay asks from beside me. I bite my lip trying to hide the smile on my face. "Oh, you know you've probably heard me hum it before. It's the new song I'm writing" I say, turning around so my attention is on Clay. 

He shoots around staring at me "Well you gotta let me hear!" Clay asks excitedly. I shake my head as I watch as Clays face falls with disappointment. I almost feel bad for a moment, considering actually playing him the song, but quickly deciding against it. "Clay, don't be sad. You're coming to watch us perform on Friday and I'll be singing it then" I say, poking his cheek. His eyes light up. "I almost forgot about that! I'm so excited to watch you perform-" He cuts himself off with a sneeze. I frown and then walk away towards the cabinet where he keeps his medicine in. Pulling out two cold and fever tablets and passing them to him. He swallows them without water, which I shudder at because I don't quite understand how anyone could do that. "Uh sorry, thank you for the tablets- oh and the chicken soup! It was amazing" He says, cheekily grinning at me. I smile back almost instantly as his toothy contagious smile. "No problem, I like looking after people, especially people I care about" I say quietly. Clay face completely softens for a moment, and we are just staring at each other smiling. "Now, I bought some other things from the store today. Come on idiot" I say, pulling him out of the kitchen. 

Walking over to the bag I left out in the living room, I pull out the spare pillows and 2 large blankets. Clay raises his eyebrow at me in confusion, I roll my eyes at the dumb look on his face. "We're making a pillow fort stupid! You're feeling sick so I thought it would make you feel better" I say, now realising how dumb the idea was. Clay clearly sees my doubt and walks over to me taking the pillows off the couch. "Well what are you waiting for? Let's do it!".

-1858 words 

Sorry this is taking me ages to update, I should be posting more now :)