space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close - dnf

Welcome home

It was 1 am when he got the text.

Message sent by George
Sent at 1:23 am
Hey

George
Sent at 1:23 am
I'm at the airport

George
Sent at 1:23 am
I know this is sudden and I was supposed to head back in another two days but

George
Sent at 1:24 am
Could you come pick me up?

George
Sent at 1:26 am
Dream?

George
Sent at 1:27 am
You better wake up. I'm not sitting at this airport all night

George
Sent at 1:30
Please

The light from his phone blinded him as he opened it, letting out a stifled groan while rubbing his eyes. He mumbled incoherently to himself, reading over George's messages with droopy eyes. After a moment of processing he sat up, slipping out of bed as he dialed George's number in a flurry.

"Hello?" The Brit asked as he picked up, voice scratchy through his phones speaker. "What the hell," he paused, grabbing a pair of jeans and a hoodie out of his dresser quickly. "Are you doing at the airport at one in the morning?" He gritted. He was tired, but even so, this was more of a blessing then a curse. He had missed George dearly, and seeing him again would be a gift from the heavens.

"I know- I'm sorry." He sighed, and Dream could only imagine the short boy fiddling with his hands as he spoke. "My family let me go early because I was feeling home-sick. And the only flight available was one scheduled really late-" he stopped his rambling there, Dream finished with slipping on his clothes.

He was home-sick. Dream repeated to himself. George thinks of my house as his home. He shook his head, trying to brush off the flush on his face and grabbing his keys off the night stand. "I'll be there soon. Hang in there." He stated more gently. He could easily tell that George felt guilt bubble inside him for waking Dream up so early in the morning. Dream hung up shortly after, turning his car on and preparing for a long car ride. His heart raced in his chest, buzzing with excitement at the thought of finally seeing George again.

—

He opened the airport doors, being met with the blinding lights that he had to adjust to. It was pitch black outside at the moment, and when he checked his phone it flashed him a bright and bold '2:57 am'. The unwelcoming smell and aesthetic of the airport displeased him, and he only wanted to see George even more as he stepped through those doors.

He stepped around frantically, narrowing his eyes. The airport was mostly Isolated, besides the few people that where boarding a plane or getting off, grabbing their things with exhausted looks painted pointedly on their faces.

He waits patiently in the large building, trying to force down his rumbling nerves and focus more on the unpleasant smell of the airport. He ran a hand through his hair out of habit, jumping out of his own skin when he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

He shot around and was greeted by George.

George, right in front of him once again.

The brunette had a large grin on his face, showing off his pearly whites to Dream as he pounced on the balls of his feet excitedly. "George," Dream started breathlessly, and he was suddenly wrapping his arms around the shorter in a death grip.