All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Eight -

TW'S: Panic Attack

George POV:

"So what do you want to do in here?" I ask, looking over at Clay beside me. He looks up from his lap that is occupied with his cat, Patches, which is an adorable sight. Its currently 9:52pm and we're both sitting inside our pillow fort we made. It's surprisingly big, well big enough to fit both of us in. Clay used the spare Christmas lights he had stored away in the cupboard and hung them all around the place. He sniffles and wipes his nose with his sleeve. "Ah! I have some old board games hiding somewhere, I can go find them if you want to play?" He asks, already getting up and giving me Patches to cuddle with now. I nod enthusiastically, looking down into my lap where Patches is, scratching her ears.

I hear Clay shuffle towards his bedroom. Patches purrs from beneath me, leaning into my hand letting me know she likes it. I coo at her and pick up my phone to take a picture. I'll make sure to show it to Clay when he gets back. Smiling at the picture, I decide to go onto twitter to see what's happening. Our fans really like making fanart of the band, although I can't see most colours involved, I love seeing their different art styles. I see some cool ones and send them to the group chat with Ty, Phoenix and I. This is a daily thing for us to do, since we're still all sort of in shock that there are people out there who enjoy and listen to what we produce. I come across one where it was me on stage, singing without the band for once, it gives off a sad vibe, but still really cool nonetheless. I give it a like then go to turn off my phone, but I get distracted as a message comes through.

Unknown Number: Hey George <3

I stare at the text, confusion plastered over my face. Who is this?

George: Who is this? How do you know my name?

Unknown Number: No need to worry about that Georgie ;)

They replied instantly, which causes my breath to hitch. Why can't they tell me who they are?

Unknown Number: Georgie, you there? You've left me on read meanie :((

Why are they texting me like they know me? This better not be Tyler or Phoenix messing with me.

Unknown Number: You panicking George? Don't panic, thats the last thing I would want to happen :(

George: How do you have my number?

Unknown Number: I have my ways, anyways thats not the point. I messaged you to tell you I dropped something off at your apartment. Kind of useful that you're on the first floor so I could quickly peep through you're window to see if you were in. I like how you decorated it by they way, it's cute ;)

They know where I live? My breath gets stuck in my throat in a panic. My phone drops from my hands, causing patches to jump off of my lap. Bringing my knees up to my chest and burying my head into my hands. I'm such a baby, why do I panic so much about things that might not even be a big deal? It could just be a delivery person, but why would they send a heart? Why would they call my apartment cute? Calm down, you don't want Clay to see you like this, then you would have to explain what happened. But I'm already too far gone. My head is thumping, I can feel my heartbeat in my throat, I tug at the strands of my hair harshly. My body gently shakes and my phone lights up once more.

Unknown Number: Did you fall asleep? Kinda mean you didn't say goodnight to me >:(

Unknown Number: Sleep well Georgie, see you soon ;)

My eyes now filling with tears, my shaking increases. I kick my phone so its no longer in my view, not even blocking the number, something I would most likely regret later. I hear footsteps walking around outside, reaching closer to the our fort.