I Fell in Love with a Boy in a Maid Dress - Dreamnotfound

Facing the fears, I think

The rest of that day flew by fast, and before I even knew it, it was Saturday already and we had an hour left before we had to be at Nick's house. George stepped out of the bathroom connected to my room, with nothing more than a long towel wrapped around his torso, going down to his knees. "Is that your outfit for the party?" I joked.

He laughed and shook his head playfully. "No, it isn't. I can't decide what to wear. Can you help me?"

"Of course, I would love to." He drags me up from where I was sitting in my chair, and takes me down the hallway to his room.

"Just a warning, I'm not too great when it comes to fashion. You've seen what my basic attire normally consists of." He chuckles and opens one drawer, where there's many skirts in basically every colour and pattern imaginable.

"Do you own anything that isn't a skirt?" My question ended up sounding offensive, rather than the joking tone I tried to get across.

"Should I not wear a skirt?" He frowned and looked at himself in the mirror. "Do they look bad on me?"

"Wait, no, that's not what I meant." I step behind him and lean my chest against his back, wrapping my arms around his stomach. My head gently rests on his shoulder.

"You look beautiful George. I've never seen anyone wear a skirt better than you." His frown disappears and is instead replaced with a beaming smile. "Don't change anything about yourself, you're perfect, George."

He turns around and digs his head into my chest. "You're too nice..." His words are muffled by my hoodie but I still understand him.

"You deserve it." My words leave a comfortable silence in the air, as we both absorb each others presence.

My eyes land on the clock and I notice we only have half an hour left until we have to leave. "I'll pick a skirt for you, okay?" He looks up and nods. His eyes have that same sparkle in them that I love so much. The eyes of the boy I'm falling for, deeper and deeper.

We walk back to the dresser, and I shuffle through the skirts. My attention gets stolen by one in particular. It's a pastel blue, George's favourite colour, with white frilly underlayers which slightly poke out of the bottom. There's also small white hearts along the bottom. I take it our of the drawer and hand it to George. "This one."

He smiles at my choice and opens his closet, taking out a crew neck jumper in a darker blue shade, putting it over a white collared shirt. And of course, some white knee high socks with blue shoes. He truly looks like a scene out of a movie. A movie with a rating higher than the five stars that can be given.

I notice I've been staring for a while when George laughs quietly. My face reddens and he walks into his bathroom. I take the time to head to my room and put on a different hoodie. Of course, it has to be my merch. How could it not be?

Once I'm done I grab my phone and head downstairs. Nick was picking us up in ten minutes to drive us to his house. I hear footsteps behind me and see George walking down the stairs. He moves close to me and smiles confidently.

"Do you like it?" He points to his eyes where he's added on pretty eyeliner. I thought he looked amazing before, but this was even better.

"I love it. You're going to be the prettiest person at the party." He fiddles with his loose sleeves nervously, and I pull the sleeves down, holding onto his hands.

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway, rocks crunching beneath the tires, signals that Nick just arrived. I turn around and open the door, stepping out if it with George. My right hand is in his left hand, holding on tightly.

George's hands were soft and always warm. Every time his hand would brush against my skin the slightest, butterflies were sent flying rapidly around my stomach. And my heart would frown when the touch was lost.

"Hey, Nick." I say to him as me and George both sit in the back of the car. He leans his head onto my shoulder. I make eye contact with Nick through the front mirror. He raises his eyebrows knowingly. I should probably tell Nick about my feelings for George. Yeah, I'll do that after the party.

"The party starts at nine, and it's currently six, so we have three hours to set everything up." He drives away from my street and starts taking turns to get to his house. Nick doesn't live too far from me, and I'm not even sure why he chose to drive us anyway. It was only a ten minute walk.

"Oh and by the way, Clay, be careful. People know what you look like now." I'd completely forgotten about that. Panic starts to set in me as I process that.

"I-I hadn't... Thought about that yet..." George noticed my worrying and looks up at me. His grip on my hand tightens and he gently rubs his thumb up and down my hand to calm me down.

"Maybe it would be better if I didn't go?" I was starting to regret agreeing to go to the party, once again. What if someone recognized me? That could ruin the party for everyone... But Nick was normally fine? Maybe I would be fine too then...

"If you want to go back, we can go home." George tells me, his voice is calming and comforting. I shake my head at his offer.

"It's okay. I'll go." I faked confidence when I said that. Deep down, I was a bundle of nerves. George seemed to notice, and leaned closer to me.

He whispered calm words to me, which quickly made my worries decrease. It was amazing how him just being here made everything so easier.