Heart Strings - DreamNotFound

[52] Small Hands

( a/n hahah hey small hands by keaton henson and i wasted you by flora cash ok bye)

George woke up to an empty bed, he felt his heart drop. He saw it coming, he trusted him again. he let his guard down to be hurt once again.

George didn't know why he fell so hard for dream, maybe it's because he cared for him, so he thought. Or it may have been the fact that no matter what dream was always there, through every scary moment. he always had his dream to fall back on.
But just as suspected dream had left in the night; what more could he expect, after all its what he deserved

His arm hurt, like a lot. George felt like he couldn't move it and it had this tingly feeling over it. As much as he didn't want to he needed to take something to ease the pain.

He got out of bed, passing the mirror on the way, he realised he was still wearing dreams hoodie. He'd take it off if he wasn't in so much pain.
He lifted the sleeve up and the bruising has gotten worse, he knew dream was strong, but this strong?

Georges bones were already weak from the incident, it's probably why it was so greatly affected by being shoved so harshly.

Dream had always been so gentle with him, well he once was

George entered the hallway, looking into the kitchen he noticed instantly dream was stood there

he hadn't left

His eyes diverted to the table, a bouquet of roses in a vase, a full english which was georges favourite.

George began to cry
instantly dream rushed over
"baby- do you not like it i'm sorry i didn't mean to-"
"-no it's just i thought you'd left in the night"
"you're so silly sometimes, i promised you last night you were my forever and ever. what type of forever would leave in the night, that'd be a cowards way out georgie" dream held george close to him as he cried, dream felt the same guilt as he did all night. he knew he'd broke george, brought george back to square one.

He managed to drain the boy of his anxieties and fears to just fill him back up with them.

"i'm just being stupid i'm sorry" george tried to pull away from the hug but dream just held him closer, george hugged him back
"you're not being stupid george, it's okay. I understand why you're feeling this way and i apologise for making you feel like it"
Dream held back tears, he just wanted to cry. He'd fucked up badly, his selfishness caused the one person he cared so dearly for to break

"i really do love you dream; i need you more than ever"
"and i love you just as much and more baby; cmon your breakfast is getting cold and i made you a tea just how you like it" Dream let go of george, he leant in for a kiss and was surprised when george returned it

the two sat down for breakfast

"when do we address it?" george asked
"thats up to you george, whenever you're ready"
"it affected both of us dream; it should be a joint decision"
"i know, and i'm ready to address it, just waiting until you're comfortable that's all"
"do we address it on stream or a twit longer"
"a stream is more uncomfy but is more sincere"
"true"
"do we lie? make up some dumb excuse-"
"it wouldn't work, our viewers aren't idiots"
"wellll" dream laughed
"have you seen some of the spider memes, they're actually pretty funny" george smiled trying to make light of the situation
"i did this morning actually, if i see one more photoshop of my face on a spider i will make a twit longer on that in its self" the two laughed

it was relieving to have such a lighthearted conversation after a stressful night. They'd agreed on doing a short just chatting stream where they addressed the situation.

It was going to be rough, explaining and apologising for accidentally almost having sex on a livestream wasnt how they expected their week to end but well, that's the way the cookie crumbles

George was thankful his account wasn't terminated, twitch had agreed that since nothing was seen and the audio was slightly muffled there wasn't much they could do. One more incident like it would result in permanent termination, george understood that.

George set up the stream, his heart racing harder through every click, maybe it was just the anxiety but he thought he was going to pass out, or have a heart attack, or vomit

it was definitely the last one

he rushed to the bathroom, dream noticed this

he heaved over the toilet, beginning to throw up. dream followed closely behind him. and began to rub his back, he then brushed his hair out of his face

"oh baby" dream sighed
he jogged into the kitchen and made george a glass of water, he put it on the bathroom side then continued to rub his back and comfort him until his body decided he was done

he handed him the water and george chugged it quickly shaking his head at the feeling

"if you aren't feeling well we can do this another day love"
"i'm not sick, just scared"
"that's okay baby, come here" dream opened his arms and george cuddled into him as they sat on the bathroom floor, the bathroom smelled a little due to the fact george had been throwing up, but they ignored it as best they could.

after cleaning up the state the bathroom was left in; they returned back to the stream. This time dream sat in georges chair and patted his lap signalling for george to sit.

George did so and dream wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled into the back of his neck from behind as george continued to set it up as he took sips from his water every so often

"are you ready" george sighed, his heart racing more than before
"of course" dream replied despite his mind screaming he wasn't

he couldn't run from this, he had to face it