Take Me To London

8

The flight felt longer than it was supposed to take. Maybe Clay was just anxious to see George. Either way, it felt like the plane took days to land in London to him, while in reality it took a few hours. He barely got any sleep on the flight, yet it wouldn't matter. The time he would arrive in London, it would be 8 pm there, so he could sleep soon after getting settled in.

As the plane landed, Clay looked outside. It was fairly dark. The skies were gloomy and dismal. While standing up, he felt his hand begin to shake. Why are you scared? He took his bag with him off the plane, and heading into the airport. After retrieving his suitcase, his heart nearly stopped. He took his phone out, breathing quick and shallow.

I'm at the gate!

He sent to George, his fingers shaking as he sent it. His heart pounded. The airport was loud and crowded. What if you can't find him? He moved deeper into the airport, searching for his best friend.

He froze in his spot as he saw a set of eyes. The deep brown eyes he missed. The eyes of his best friend, his blue, his George.

"Dream!" George shouted over the noise, smiling brightly as he jogged over to him.

Before Clay could move, he felt a set of small arms wrap around him quickly, holding him in a tight hug. George's head pressed into Clay's chest as he held him close. The world around him seemed to disappear. Clay glanced down at the boy in his arms, and melted at the sight. He felt warm in his touch. Clay's arms held him tightly as his head dropped slightly, resting on top of George's now.

"Georgie!!" He laughed as George pulled away from the hug. His chest felt cold from the lack of person being there, yet he didn't mind it. His heart was racing, this time not from anxiety. This time, his heart raced with happiness. He felt at peace. He felt at home.

"You're so tall" George's eyes were wide as he looked up at Clay. He was fairly shorter than him, the difference in height was very noticeable.

"You're just short," Clay smirked slightly, causing George to roll his eyes.

~•-•~

During the entire bus ride to George's apartment, Clay's heart raced. Each time he looked at George, he found another piece of him to fall in love with. The way his eyes crinkled slightly as he laughed, the constant rosy blush that brightened his face, the very faint freckles on his cheeks, everything. The utter beauty that sat next to him was something Clay wanted to see everyday for the rest of his life.

Despite the under laying fear of what would happen when he would tell George everything, he felt at ease. The bus came to a stop outside of George's apartment complex. George grabbed one of Clay's bags, helping him carry his things in.

Clay looked around as they got into his apartment. It wasn't huge, but was nicely decorated. Everything seemed to be in place. Clay smiled, knowing George had probably raced to clean it this morning. "I know it's not much, but I tried making it nice for you," George muttered, laughing slightly as he brought Clay's bag in.

"No no, I really like it actually," Clay smiled, looking around. George's blush darkened, his eyes looking down.

George led him down a short hallway, and into the guest room. "Here's your room if you want to start putting your stuff away, I'll order us some food,"

As soon as George left his room, Clay began unpacking his things for the week. He tossed one of bags into the corner of the room, and moved his clothes into the empty dresser.

His eyes felt heavy as he finished unpacking most of his things. Jet lag. Clay grabbed his final bag and looked through it, making sure he had everything. There was one thing missing.