secrets - dreamnotfound

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a/n: again sorry this chapter is bad I'm ill and have nothing better to do than write. i got tested for covid lmao

my eyes flutter open and i see an unfamiliar white ceiling. i'm laying on an unfamiliar bed. clay was holding my hand but looking away. he had tears in his eyes.

"clay." i managed to breathe out. it was quiet and i would be surprised if he heard me. clay turned his head towards me and smiled "your awake." he added a smile at the end. "what happened." i whispered, not having enough energy to speak louder.

"i don't know. you were in your pool and i jumped in and got you out. i took you to the hospital but they said you would be fine and sent you home, this is my house." clay said, rubbing his thumb on the back of my hand in a comforting way.

i blush and smile. "thank you." i say before looking away, hoping to hide the pink dusted on my cheeks. i looked around and saw i was in a bedroom, i knew it was clay's room by the pictures of him and nick stuck onto the wall. "george?" i turn my attention back to the boy infront of me.

"yeah?" i say smiling. "c-can i tell you something?" clay gulped.

"of course, you can tell me anything." i say with a wide smile at the end. 

"george- i l-"

the door burst open and someone who i presumed as clay's mum came into the room. "oh george! your awake, clay told us all about you when you were unconscious, you seem very nice. its a pleasure to meet you." it wasn't a hard conversation to understand but i was too weak to even move, i didn't understand anything she said. i looked up at clay hoping he would understand what i was thinking. 

"mum, i think you should wait outside." clay said talking to his mum. the lady nodded and headed out of the door. "how do you feel?" clay asked me. "my head is spinning and i feel like i'm going to die and i feel like i can't breathe, other than that i'm fine." we both laugh at the last part of what i said.

 "the hospital said you would have to stay with someone at all times in case something happens, do you want to stay here with me?" clay ask smiling at me. i nod before clay spoke again, "and you can't go to school like this, you wouldn't last 5 minutes. so i'll stay here with you tomorrow."

"thank you clay." i say before drifting off to sleep in clay's bed.

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i wake up with a warmth pushed against my chest. i breathe in and smell cinnamon. it was warm and comfy. then i felt the warmth move. what? i opened my eyes and the events of last night came to my head. i had my arms wrapped around dream's waist and he was lying slightly onto of me but not too much. his hand was still holding mine and our legs were intertwined. i looked over at him and saw he was fast asleep. i admired his long eyelashes and rosy cheeks, his perfect jaw line and perfect nose. he's cute.

i don't like him. what am i thinking?

i didn't know what time it was but i knew it was early and i should go back to sleep. i closed my eyes and then heard an alarm buzzing. i kept my eyes shut but i felt clay move, "stupid fucking alarm on a stupid fucking day." i herd him mutter under his breath. i felt him move closer to me and i felt his breath on my face. it tickled me and i opened my eyes.

 "hey." clay said in a morning voice. his morning voice had no other way to explain it other than... hot. "hi." i said seeing our faces were centimetres apart. i looked into his gorgeous eyes and i immediately got lost in them.

i was bought back to reality when his mum walked in, carrying two trays. "mum? knock next time." clay said, sitting up and stretching. i stayed lying down still to weak to move. "hello boys, i made breakfast for you. you don't have to go to school today, i phoned in and they said it was fine." clay's mum seemed really nice.

she handed clay both the trays of food as i couldn't hold it. "i have to go to work but stay safe." she smiled and walked out. clay's dad was on a work trip in Australia so we were all alone.

clay ate his breakfast and i had a few bites of mine. we both sat in bed talking about random things for a while. i didn't even realise that we were holding hands until it was midday. i pretended i didn't notice because it felt safe and i didn't want it to end.

we decided on watching Netflix on clay's laptop. we were watching a movie that i hadn't seen before. i was really tired and decided to rest my head on clay's shoulder, clay had his arm wrapped around my shoulder and i felt safe. i fell asleep not long after.

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"you will never be good enough for this family." my mum yelled across the house. i blinked and now she was right in front of me. next thing i know a glass bottle was on the floor and in my hair. i had small cuts on my skin and my head was spinning. i heard the familiar sound of skin against skin and my left cheek stung. i lay on the floor, trying not to make a sound.

she stood on my hand. i heard my fingers crunch and the bones break. i tried not to cry. a final kick to the head was it before she walked out, taking a swig of vodka right out of the bottle. the two smells i was too familiar with began to stink up the room, blood and alcohol. i heard a door slam and a car engine turn on. my mum drove away, probably to the pub again.

"george?"

"GEORGE?"

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i was shook awake by a worried looking clay. i pulled him immediately into a tight hug and didn't let go. "it's ok. i'm right here." clay whispered to me. it was embarrassing how often he had to comfort me. "i - i had a bad dream." i whimpered. i had that dream often. it was a memory that would constantly run through my head when ever i was having a good day.

the movie had the credits rolling and clay was holding me tight.

"i'm sorry." 

"why, george?"

"you always have have to comfort me and i'm just annoying to be around, i always cry and its stupid. im just stupid"

"hey, hey, hey. george you crying doesn't make you stupid. no i said that wrong, your not stupid george, at all." we both giggled at clay's mistake at the beginning.

"promise?"

"promise."

he squeezed my hand and i squeezed his back. we watched another movie and clay fell asleep on my lap. i played with his hair, twirling it between my fingers, until i also fell asleep.

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"GEORGIEEEE WAKEEEE UPPPPP!" clay shouted into my ear. i looked up and clay started laughing, clay's laugh made me laugh so we were both rolling around on the bed, struggling to breathe. 

"why did you do that?" i asked with an annoyed look but still with a smile. "i thought it would be funny." clay paused to laugh, "and it was-" clay was cut of by his own laughing. clutching onto his sides to try not to die while laughing. 

"anyways, how do you feel today?" clay asked, pulling me up into a hug while still sitting in bed. i snuggled into his chest, "i feel better, it just hurts when i take big breaths." clay ran his hands through my hair and i had never felt more safe in my life. it was the next morning now so neither of us were tired.

there was a knock on the door and clay quickly pushed me off him. clay's mum walks in, "hello boys, i came in last night but you were both asleep. i'm heading off to work now but you can get food from the kitchen if you want." after her short entry, clay's mum walked out of the room. we heard the car drive away.

"do you want to see if your strong enough to walk?" clay asked, cheerfully. "ok." i said hesitantly, scared something bad would happen, but i trusted clay and he seemed to think it was ok.