All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Ten -

George POV:

Do I call the police?

No I shouldn't, not yet anyways. Not until I found out how serious the situation is. The person messaging me could honestly be just one of my friends or something. 

But what if they break into my apartment. What if they're trying to steal Cat. What if they want to-

My overthinking gets cut short by Clay plopping on the couch next to me. "Good morning" He yawns, slouching his shoulders. "You're finally awake" I tease, poking his shoulder. He playfully grins. "I can't believe you left me sleeping in there alone, I was freezing when I woke up!" He says dramatically. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you feeling better today?" I ask, reaching up to feel his forehead. Clay pauses for a second, staring at me. I raise my eyebrows at him, snapping my finger in front of his face. "Uh- what? Yeah I'm feeling a little better I guess. My throat is kinda scratchy though" He says, facing away from me. Removing my hand from his head, I get up to go fetch Clay a glass of water, along with two tablets.

Once I'm sitting back on the sofa, I hand them over to him. "Thank you" He says, putting the tablets in his mouth then taking a big gulp of water. After a few moments of silence, he speaks up again. "What about you?" He asks, "Hmm? What about me?" I question, looking anywhere but his face. "Come on George. How are you feeling from yesterday?" He asks softly, poking my cheek to make me look at him. "Um well, I guess I'm still freaked out over it all. I mean this person could literally be anyone, but it's probably not even a bit deal, I'm just overreacting at this point- wait no I wasn't supposed to tell you this shit" Clay cuts me off before I could continue. "George I uh- I've already seen the messages. I didn't- I didn't mean to snoop or anything but I hated seeing you upset yesterday I just wanted to help, thats all" Clay says, rubbing the back of his neck. I ponder for a second then let out a sigh "Its fine. I'm kinda glad you looked because I probably wouldn't of been able to explain the situation very well" I laugh trying to make light of the situation.

Clay nods, letting out a breath of relief then speaks again "Also, stop doing that" He says, frowning. "What am I doing?" I ask, genuinely confused at what he means. "Stop doubting yourself and saying you're 'overreacting'. This could be dangerous George. We don't know who this person is" Clay says, placing his hand on my shoulder and gently rubbing it with his thumb.

 The small action calms me down almost instantly. "Sorry" I whisper, looking down in my lap. "Stop say sorry as well. You haven't got to be sorry for anything. Now, do you want to go back to your place soon?" He asks, still not remove his hand from my shoulder. I'm not complaining though. "Y-you're going to come with me right?" I ask, taking in a shaky breath. "Of course I am. No way would I let you go there alone. Someones got to keep you safe right?" He says, trying to make a joke. It makes a small smile appear on my face nonetheless. Clay sees and immediately grins. "On the way, we can stop at the bakery or something and get something for breakfast alright?" He says, that same smile still present on his face. The smile causes my cheeks to flush. Pretty. This time, I don't brush off my silly thoughts and just allow them. There is nothing wrong with calling your best friend pretty.

-small time skip- 

Clay and I are currently sitting in his car outside my apartment building. "You ready?" Clay asks, looking directly at me. I hum in response, feeling too nauseous to reply. I open the car door, not really knowing what to expect. What could they have left me? I wait for Clay to walk around to my side of the car before walking up the steps to enter the building. We arrive at the doors to the place. I reach out and grab the handle, taking in a small breath of air. Clay notices my hesitation. Taking hold of my hands, Clay pulls it up so our conjoined hands are level with my face where I can see them. He offers me a small smile and tilts his head towards the door. I nod my head and open the door. I feel kind of silly being this scared when it probably is nothing. But I've never had to deal with anything like this before so I don't know what to feel.

The front doors to the building open and we make our way in, still holding hands. Normally, I would be extremely flustered by the small action, however, at the moment it's not the most important thing on my mind. We turn the corner towards my front door and the first thing I see is a shoe box. I side eye Clay to see what he's thinking. His eye brows furrow as his green eyes glares at the cardboard box. We shuffle over it, only now releasing our hands so I could pick up the box. Deciding it would probably be better to go inside to open it, I grab my keys out my coat pocket and open the door to my apartment.

I haven't been here for a couple days so the first thing I do it swiftly check Cat's food bowl, refilling it with food then calling for him. Cat runs out of my bedroom and immediately comes up to me, rubbing himself against my legs. "Hey baby" I coo, stroking his back. I should really get too opening that box now. 

I finally take my attention off of Cat and make my way over to the shoe box. I feel Clay's presence beside me. Turning to look at him; he nods towards the box, narrowing his eyes , urging me to open it. I pull the box closer to me then slowly flip the lid open. The first thing I notice is a brown- I'm guessing it's red, envelope. On the front is just a simple heart. I once again take a look at Clay to see he's just as confused as I am. There is also a a wrapped medium sized gift in there. "Read the card first" Clay barely whispers.

I tear open the envelope, and slowly take the card inside out. The front is simple. A word and it's definition.

noun. Soulmate ;  person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity. 

My hands nervously shake as I open the card. A piece of folded up paper falls out. I pick it up, slowly unfolding it to read.

Dear George,

Do you like the card? I thought it was ideal. I would've written in it but I have quite a lot to say. You're probably wondering who this is, aren't you? Eventually, you will find out, however for now, I must remain a secret. I love you George. I love you with everything in my body. I love your perfect smile, your perfect hair, your perfect eyes, your perfect collarbone, your perfect figure, your perfect laugh. I could go on forever listing what's perfect about you. There isn't one flaw about you George, you're amazing. You've made me the happiest man alive and you don't even know me. Soon that will change George, soon enough we will be together.

I don't like that Clay guy. I don't like him at all. He's taking you away from me George and I won't let you leave me for a second time, especially if I've only just got you back. Seeing you two together today hurt me George. We are supposed to be together, not you and him.  

I saw you walk out the hospital today crying. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did Clay cause your pain? God I wish he did. Then I could just hold you in my arms and protect you from all the bad things in life without having to worry about Clay interrupting us. He's not good for you George, I can tell. I know it. He doesn't deserve your love like I do. I hated seeing you in pain. It hurt seeing you cry, especially when you were crying into his chest. That hurt me. Laughing at what he was saying in your ear, smiling whenever he did something dumb. You choosing him over me. It all hurt George. It's not your fault though. None of it is. Don't blame yourself for this, thats the last thing I would want. 

I should probably wrap this up, but one day, once we're together living in our own house; one day I will be able to say to you face how much I love you. I can't wait to call you mine George, but for now I will wait. 

I hope you enjoy the gift I got you, its nothing big but I know they're your favourite.

Love you forever,

Your soulmate :)