Anything For You, George - {DNF} //BOOK1

Chapter 28: Five Really Big Reasons

Georges POV
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What do you want?

Tell anyone about this and I'm posting this picture onto every platform possible.
Meet me tomorrow. At midnight. I'll text you where.
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Oh god.

I couldn't out me and dream.

Here's five really big reasons why:

1) I dont know if dreams comfortable with it and Noah said not to tell him

2) that would be outing us both as gay

3) it'd be outing us as a couple

4) dreams face is in it

5) I don't think I'm even ready to be out yet.

So that's a no no. Sapnaps last full day is tomorrow. That's fine because I can still do all of that plus meet noah at midnight. I don't get what he needs to meet for. Whats he going to do?

Do I just tell dream?

No that would be stupid. This was so frustrating. I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I sunk to the floor, crying silently. I didn't want to wake Clay.

That picture was my happiness and now its causing me so much pain. I'm being blackmailed. There's not much I could do.

It's just a meeting right? So I should go and see what he has to say. If it gets too far I can leave and then I'll tell dream.

Being out to the world just seems like too much. It's my business I don't get why I should have to tell anyone. Me and dream are together now. We'll have to tell people at some point. I will eventually but it's all too much to do it right now. Don't you think? That's rhetorical. I definitely think it's too much.

I finally stood up, wiping my eyes. I just kept thinking. And thinking. What could I do?

I'd been stood staring at myself in the mirror for quite a while. My eyes were red, I was unusually pale and I couldn't stop shaking.

There was a sudden knock at the door. I dropped my phone. The noise of it falling to the floor is what snapped me out of my thought track.

A very worried voice uttered a small, "George? Are you okay in there...?"

"I did try not to wake you, I'm sorry."

"What are you doing in there?"

I didn't say anything. I just bent down and picked my phone up from the floor.

"Come back to bed, baby."

My heart fluttered at the pet name. It was even better right now because he had his tired voice. And it was deep.

"I'm coming.." I opened the door and he blinked furiously, I'm guessing that's because of the lighting difference. I'm glad he couldn't see me, then he'd know I was crying. I snapped the light off and reached for his face.

"I'm right here, lets sleep."

My hand traced down his body and round his side. There I found his hand and took it, pulling him back into bed.

"Okay." He sighed.

He layed down, me on top of him. He sat playing with my hair for a bit, settling down.

"Are you sure you're okay, George?"

"I am now."

And we slept.

Dreams POV

I woke up, George was gone. Again?

What the hell?

I checked the bathroom. That was empty. I walked to sapnaps room, he wasn't there either. I started panicking. Where could they be?

I don't get it, George was just in my arms. He was just with me. He was just safe. How'd he get away?

That sounds weird. I meant how did he get out of bed without me noticing? I noticed the first time. I also noticed his eyes were slightly red, the split second I saw them before he turned the lights off. He looked like he'd been crying.

Why would George be crying? I don't get it. We are having such a good time. Hed tell me if something was wrong, right? I know George can't express emotion very well so I wasn't going to pressure him into sharing his feelings. It'll come with time.

I ran downstairs, they weren't in the living room. I checked the kitchen, I checked the garden. Where were they?

I checked the whole of downstairs.

They weren't here.

That's when I heard it. A faint splash. Then I heard something vibrate. George's phone. It was a notification.

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Unknown Number

Mayfair on 47th. By midnight. Don't be late.

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What the fuck? Unknown number?

I'll talk to him about that later.

I figured, due to the excessive splashing, that they were in the pool. I opened the door, slowly trailing down the stairs, and sure enough they were both swimming and splashing at eachother. As soon as they saw me, the splashes were redirected at me. I refused to come any further down the steps unless they agreed to stop.

They did.

I actually left the pool and ran upstairs to throw some swim shorts on. I didn't get a good look at George but I could see his slender body through the water and it made me smirk just thinking about it.

I ran back downstairs, record pace, and through the door down to the pool.

I told them to move as I was running, and dive-bombed straight into the pool, splashing them both. This resulted in a water-war in which they both teamed on me. Five minutes later and we were all coughing and spluttering.

We were all laughing though. This was one of those moments where I felt so happy, so content, that it didnt feel real. I felt like I was looking down on myself having fun and I loved it. The last time that happened was, well, with George. Every time I'm with george.

I pulled myself up to the shallow end, sitting on one of the steps. George swam over to me, hooking his arms around my neck. His thighs sat either side of my legs. I settled my hands just above his hips, gripping tightly. He inhaled sharply, so I loosened my grip.

I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he screamed, "now sapnap!" And my feet were taken from beneath me.

What George didn't expect was that I wouldn't let him go, so he was pulled back into the deep end with me.

He was talking as I pulled him in. Being submerged under water suddenly probably wasn't the best thing to do at that moment.

I pulled him up out the water with me but he wasn't breathing. George wasn't breathing. George was drowning.

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AHAH IM SORRY DONT KILL ME

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