George slowly woke up, adjusting his eyes to the glaring sun beaming in. He was lying in a familiar room, it wasn't his own, but he had been here before. He had a strong feeling as to where he was, however, he had no clue how, he didn't remember anything from the previous night. He knew he had been stupid and probably got completely wasted at the party.
His feeling was proven correct when he saw Dream walking into the bedroom, holding a glass of water.
"Good morning." Dream greeted, handing George the glass of water.
George lifted himself up, sitting against the headboard of the bed. He politely took the glass from Dream's hand and took a sip.
"How are you feeling?" Dream asked.
"Awful." George admitted, taking another sip from the water. "What even happened?" He asked.
"Well, I saw you at a party and you were completely wasted, so I took you here. I messaged your mum, telling her you were staying here, thought she might get mad if you went home in that state." Dream explained.
"Thank you." George replied, starting to get out of bed, holding his head to try block out the pounding headache.
"Where are you going?" Dream asked, confused.
"Home." George replied, confused as to why he was asking.
"Why?" Dream replied bluntly.
"What? What do you mean why?" The pounding headache didn't allow him to think properly, causing him to be even more confused.
"I mean, I don't know. We could like hang out?" Dream said in a questioning tone, hoping George would agree.
"What?" George exclaimed, slightly raising his tone.
"I'm sorry but what is your issue?" George asked, raising his tone again.
Dream didn't even speak; he gave George a confused look.
"You're so confusing Dream! You like act like you care about me one minute, and then the next you cut me out your life. I genuinely don't get it, like you're messing with my head." George yelled.
"Can you stop saying that! I don't act like I care about you, I care about you, okay?" Dream yelled back.
George scoffed "Yeah right. That's why you promised to never leave me, and then left, just like everyone else." George let out a laugh of disbelief. "And you know what Dream? I would have never left you, I would never put you through that! I would have never hurt you the way you hurt me."
"You know what, It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you become so important to me. Deep down, I knew from the start, that you would go." George continued, wiping the tear falling from his eye as he spoke.
Dream furrowed his eyebrows, George was right. For some reason, that Dream did not know, George had major trust issues and Dream promised he would never leave him. Instead Dream hurt him in so many ways, he knew he was messing with George's head, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help it because his own feelings were messing with his own head.
"Do you hate me?" George asked, breaking the silence.
"What?" Dream said, snapping back into reality.
"Do you hate me?" George repeated.
"What! No, why on earth would you even question that?" Dream asked in disbelief.
"Then why do you do it? Why do you hurt me so much?" George asked, containing his tears.
"I don't mean to, George. It's just that I try stay away, I really do, but I can't." Dream explained.
"But that's the problem Dream! I don't want you to stay away!" George snapped.
"You don't know me. Deep down, you don't know me. I know me. I know that I'll ruin you, destroy you. So I stay away, not because I don't love or care about you but because I don't want to hurt you." Dream sighed, fighting back the tears that were practically begging to fall out.
"But, by you staying away it still hurts me, it hurts me more. You're a good person Dream, I don't think you realise. You couldn't ruin me Dream, I was already ruined before I met you. There are many things I haven't told you, told anyone in fact. How could you ruin me when you quite literally saved me?" George was slowly pouring out everything, all the feelings that were building up, were slowly coming to the surface.
"Tell me then George. You say there are things you haven't told me, so tell me." Dream said, walking over to the bed and sitting down.
George sighed, he didn't want to tell him, he never wanted to tell anyone. But everything he was feeling, all the pain he was feeling was becoming too much. Keeping it all inside would only destroy him.
"Back in England, I was a quiet kid. Not many people liked me, mainly because I had good grades and wasn't the type to go to parties and get drunk. Therefore, I was usually always alone, but I didn't really mind that. But then there was this girl, I knew it was too good to be true, she was so kind, one day she just came and sat with me." George started.
Dream sat there, listening to every word.
"Um, well, we became best friends, but I was so in love with her. She made me so happy, she promised she would always be there for me. Then, I just did it, I told her how I felt about her, and she said she felt them same. We started dating and it was going so good." George continued.
"I loved her so much, Dream. She meant everything to me, and then everything went to hell. A video was leaked, it was a video of her being dared to make me fall in love with her, date me for a couple months and the break my heart. I just hoped that it was like one of those things you see in a movie, where it was a dare at first but then they actually developed feelings." George giggled at the stupidity.
"I spoke to her about it, and she admitted that it was a dare. I was heartbroken. But then because of that, the bullying started. Online, in person, all of it. The occasional fight, except I wouldn't fight back so it was just more me getting beat up really." George explained, wiping the tears that managed to fall from his eyes.
It broke Dream's heart listening to everything he went through. It sounded like his life back in England was hell, and Dream was only hurting him the same.
George stood there, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie, tears streaming from his face. Dream stood up and pulled him into a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry." Dream whispered, allowing the tears to flow down his face.
George wrapped his arms around Dream, melting into the hug. He started to sob.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, I love you so much George." Dream whispered again.
Dream may have loved George, but not in the way George did. The reason Dream hurt George so much is because he was so similar to her. He made him trust him, fall in love with him and yet he didn't feel the same and only kept hurting him, even if he didn't mean to. Dream will never be good for George. George relies on him too much, he is his happiness and to Dream, George is just a friend.
