All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Eleven -

George POV: 

The paper slips from my hands, falling on the floor beneath us. What the actual fuck. Clay was reading the letter over my shoulder, but was staying silent probably trying to wrap his head around that letter. I don't blame him. However the silence is deafening and I can already feel the tears forming at the corner of my eyes. This person- man loves me. He called me his soulmate. This is the guy who was messaging me last night. I've never had to deal with anything like this before and I'm terrified of what the outcome could be. 

Breaking out of my trance, I take a look at Clay. You can see the gears shift in his head and a hard scowl is present on his face. I reach my hand out and gently touch his arm, however he flinches and glares at me. However, once he realises what he did his eyes soften. "Sorry George, I didn't mean to do that" He says sighing. "It's okay" My voice breaks half way through my sentence. I'm trying so hard not to break down in front of Clay. I can't just cry at every situation and hope that it will get better, however a single tear roles down my cheek. So much for not crying. Clay notices the tear and reaches his hand up to my cheek to wipe the tear without a second thought. He doesn't pull it away and I'm happy he doesn't. 

I watch as Clay glances over to the shoebox, still with the present inside. He extends his free hand out to get the gift from inside. Somehow he manages to tear the gift wrap open with only one hand, his other occupied by my cheek. Once the present is fully unwrapped I glance into the box. Gummy worms. My favourite. "How does he k-know?" I choke on my words. Clay is again at loss for words. I push the box away so I can no longer see the sweets inside. Without saying anything I cling onto Clays top, hoping he understands what I want. He changes his gaze to me for a second confused, however soon catches on. He wraps his arms around my small figure, puling me into his chest 

"What do we do C-Clay. Do we call the police? But what would we say to them" I say, my voice shaky. "I honestly don't know George. I think we should wait for more evidence. Then we could file a restraining order or something like that. Don't worry it's going to be okay" Clay says softly into my hair, sending warmth through my entire body. We stay like that for a while longer, Clay swaying me in his arms. "George?" He asks, pulling away from me slightly to look down at my face. I hum in response. "Y-you don't think I'm bad for you, do you?" He stammers. My face falls for a second, before I reach both my hands up and place them on either side of his face. "Clay, how can you even say that? You are in no way bad for me, please don't think that. You're one of the best people I know and I'm lucky to call you my best friend, please please don't think that you're a bad person just because this random creepy guy said so, because I know you're not"

Clay leans his forehead against mine before speaking up "Thank you, sorry for even asking" He says, laughing it off. Then he does something completely unexpected. He tilts his head back, sending me a small, mischieveous grin then presses his lips to my forehead. I freeze, too stunned to even react. Why would he do that?  I mean, I didn't mind at all, but why? Clay notices my reaction and giggles. My cheeks flush and there is nothing I can do to cover it, other than hide my face into Clays chest for the second time. He lightly laughs and shuffles us over to the sofa so we can sit down.

"So how are you feeling George? You haven't really said much really at all" Clay say, rubbing my hair with his right hand gently. "I mean, what do you think Clay? I get a random message from this person saying they've left a present for me outside my apartment. Then receive a shoebox with a love note from my so called 'soulmate'. I'm fucking terrified Clay" I begin to shake while Clay holds me tighter. Not now, not now, not now. "It's going to be okay, breath George" He tries to calm me down but to no avail. "It's n-not okay Clay. He was literally watching us all day yesterday, whose to say he isn't watching us right now? Not only that, but he knows what you look like, he knows where you live. Clay he could easily just leak that information about you, doxxing to your fans where you live. I can't let that happen to you, I'm so sorry-" He cuts me off "What did I say about saying sorry George? None of this is your fault. You really think I care about that shit more than I care about you? It's a little inconvenient on my side, however this situation is dangerous for you and I'm gonna keep you safe, alright?" Clay says, booping my nose playfully.

How does he do that?  "How do I do what?" Clay asked confused. "Wait did I say that out loud?" I question, cringing at my mistake. Clay just laughs "Yeah you did stupid, now tell me what you mean~" He coos. "I uh- how do you just...calm me down so quickly I don't get it. I mean I really appreciate it but one second I could be on the verge of a panic attack and the next I will be completely fine" I say, thinking out loud. I watch as his eyes soften as he takes in my words. "Honestly, I don't know. It's always been easy with you George- like talking to you and all so I supposed its no different with calming you down, I'm glad I can help though, make me feel important"Clay states, tucking my head under his chin. "Well you are important to me and I really appreciate how much you've helped me with everything, so thank you" I smile, though he cant see it. I feel his grip around my waist tighten "There is no need to thank me, but you're welcome" Clay replies.

I lift my legs up on the sofa, spreading them out to get comfier. "Don't tell me you're going back to sleep Georgie" he teases while tugging at my strands of hair. "Mm, only for an hour or so. If you don't mind" I reply, whilst yawning. "Of course I don't mind, I'll wake you up in a bit. Is there anything else you want to do today?" Clay asks. "I need to see the band and tell them about-" I cut myself off with another yawn "-about all this. You can come and see them all if you would like? I'm not forcing you or anything, I would prefer if you were there though" I tiredly mumble. "Yeah okay, that sounds good with me" He says, leaning down a bit to place yet another kiss on my head. It doesn't cause me to freeze up or anything like the first time though, in fact the small kiss feels natural. "Goodnight" I say. "Its literally 1:37pm" Clay deadpans. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Goodnight loser" I say once more, beginning to fall asleep for real this time. "Goodnight Georgie, I'll still be here when you wake up".