Erased (Dream x George Fanfiction)

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(TW: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE KINDA EMOTIONAL. MENTIONS/ USES OF ALCOHOL, SEX, PANIC ATTACKS, AND SOME NSFW SCENES. THERE WILL NOT BE SMUT JUST SOME... HEAVY LOVE? Also pretty vulgar language quite often.)

My breathing speeds up and I feel myself loose balance. Everything just lost its sense and things felt blurry.

I stumbled backwards, leaning against my bed and taking it all in. Everything I had been learning, about the timeline, about myself, none of it added up. I stared at the image. I would've felt horrible but the agony felt increasingly worse when I remembered there were multiple pictures, scrolling and looking at each one my heart ached more and more. Three pictures in total. Three picture dating back to two weeks ago.

I look back at the first one, finally accepting what was going on.

I stared at the image of me and George.

I was the one taking the selfie, George's legs were wrapped around me, we were sitting on the couch and he was basically sitting on me. A half empty bottle of wine rest on a table in the background along with two empty glasses beside it. I had moved when taking the photo, making it blurry, but it was as clear as day what was happening. Me and George are kissing.

It was a passionate kiss, his arms wrapped around me pulling me closer, my other hand ruffling his hair and almost pulling it. Our eyes were closed while we made out. We were both clearly intoxicated.

I scrolled to the next one again. It was even worse. This time, George took the photo. He held it up while biting onto the hoodied part of my hoodie. My face shoved in his neck kissing it. He had a devilish smile across his face and, again, was wrapped around me.

The next one he had me pinned to the couch by sitting on me, but pulled me by the collar of my hoodie into a kiss with him. We both looked like we were in pure ecstasy. I felt myself fill with shame when thinking about that moment.

I felt myself panic and I threw my phone on the other side of the bed and took a step back into the wall, as if trying to escape it. I shrank down into a crouching position and a memory hit me hard.

(Flashhhhbackkkkk)

I hung up on Nick. He was complaining about how I didn't invite him over and instead invited George.

"You should have been honest with him Clay." He nudged me.

"What? What do you mean? He's annoying that's why I didn't invite him." I smile and sit on the couch.

"Sureee, we all know it's just cause you think I'm sexy." He joked, it took me back and I started wheezing.

"Whatever, George. You're just jealous because I would kiss Nick instead of you."

He snickers. "Your loss, I'm an amazing kisser." He gloats and takes a sip of the wine he just poured, handing me a glass.

I sip and respond "oh sure, I bet you have a line miles long for women lining up to just kiss you." I joke around some more and he laughs.

We finish our glass and sit on the counter chairs to refill and talk.

"Speaking of kisses, what was your first kiss like?" George pipes up after a few more sips.

"Hmmm, it was a while ago when I was around 13 years old on a cruise ship. Really funny situation honestly. What about you? Who was the lucky man?" He snorted and punched me. I poured myself another glass, he did the same.