Mcyt One Shots

dreams? part 1 - dreamnap/dreamnotfound

quick a/n: any writing in bold will be quick a/n or change in pov. this one is a few parts. it's kind of a mix between dreamnap and dreamnotfound. 

sapnap pov:

I was cuddled up to my boyfriend clay, it was a Sunday so neither of us had work. i snuggled into the crook of his neck and sighed. he had his arms wrapped around my waist and we were lying on the couch (that's American right? i say sofa.). i'm drifting off to sleep when i hear a phone ringing.

clay reaches and picks up his phone. i hear a man's voice on the line but i can't pick up anything he is saying. i can only hear clay's side of the conversation.

"hello?"

"oh hey, how are you."

"ok that's good."

"sure, that sound's great."

"i'll be right over."

he hands up and starts talking to me. "i'm so sorry nick. my mum is in hospital. i need to go." i gasp, i knew his mum had been sick and i knew it would break him if anything happened to her.

"i need to pack for the night, i'm so sorry baby."

i nod. "well, can i come?" 

clay turns around, with worry on his face.

"i- um you can't."

i raise an eyebrow at him.

"only one visitor at a time." he says with a wide smile.

i nod and give him a big hug. i follow him while he is backing for the night.

i really hope his mum's ok.

i give him a kiss goodbye.

a feeling starts growing my stomach and i'm really worried that clay will be sad. what if his mum wouldn't make it? what if something really bad happened? all the worried thoughts made my head spin. a sharp headache came after and i felt light headed. 

i woke up a few seconds later on the cold floor. 

i had fainted.

i didn't know what to do. i was shaking and my breathing was heavy. i couldn't call clay so decided on calling one of my best friends, george.

i have only had on panic attack in my life before. and i felt the same feeling i had before that.

i pressed the call button on George's contact and held the phone to my ear, still shaking.

"hello?"

"george, please come round." i shouted at him.

"nick? i can't I'm busy."

"please, i fainted and i think i might have a panic attack."

i heard a voice on the other side of the phone, but not George's.

"follow my breathing, ok nick?"

"u- ok."

george repeated heavy, steady breaths. and i copied him.

soon i was back to my normal breathing. 

i heard a voice on the other end, clay's voice.

"gogyyy."

my heart skipped a beat. why was clay at George's house?

tears filled my eyes and i felt guilt rush over me. i had been such a bad boyfriend. i shouldn't have been so needy. i should have let clay do what he wanted more of the time. 

i also felt sad though. like i couldn't have been a better boyfriend. like i had done nothing wrong. like it was clay's fault.

i hung up the phone and started crying on mine and clay's shared bed. i took one of clay's hoodie's and slipped it on. 

it smelt like clay still.

tears were pouring down my face and i could barley see. i cried outload and started crying. clay walked into the room and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. i looked at me wearing his hoodie, playing sad songs on my phone and crying on the bed. then i realised it was morning.

"hey? what's wrong? did you have a bad dream?" clay hugged me.

"i-i. y-you lied. y-you were at g- George's." i burst into another round of tears and clay drew circles on my back.

"what do you mean? i wasn't at George's."

"you said you went to the hospital but you were at George's."

"what? i told you i was going to the grocery store."

"maybe i had a dream?"

"probably. i wasn't at George's."

clay lays next to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

he wipes away my tears with his thumb and i smell his cologne.

we stay there, enjoying each other's company for a few hours until i have to go to work.

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i come back home after a hard day at work. i immediately clutch onto clay, we swing back and forth together. i start giggling as we go further and further each side, until we both fall onto the floor laughing. i kiss clay gently and cuddle next to him on the couch. we watch some random movie's and eat popcorn and crisps (idk what they are called in America but its the one's that come in bags with different flavours lmao.). i start to drift into a cosy sleep and i whisper something to my lover quietly.

"i love you."

"i love you too, george."