Seeing Stars - DreamNotFound

Chapter 12

The first thing George felt after waking up was a twinge of soreness lingering at his thighs, even the most negligible movements conjured up stinging sensations from that delicate region. The pain was compensated for, however, with the fact that Clay's arms had remained around him amidst their slumber, their bodies radiating an abundance of warmth and surrounding George with too many gushy feelings for his own good. Their bare selves conformed to each other without flaw; everything about their relationship was so unmatched by anything George had ever experienced, almost as if being with Clay was the path the universe had intended for him to follow. He could lay here all day, absorbing in Clay's loving presence.

George had been too infatuated on this moment to realize that Clay was already awake, fidgeting with the brunette's hair.

"Oh," George giggled, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Clay looked down at George with affection settled in his eyes, the brit felt so thoroughly loved by the other constantly, he was so lucky. "You're adorable when you sleep."

George abashedly scrunched up his face, "Thank you..."

"My mom wants to meet you today, by the way."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I think she was planning on stopping by later if you're okay with that." Clay distractedly traced George's facial features.

"Of course, I'd love to meet her. Do you know what time she'll be coming?"

"Eh, probably around noon?"

George glanced at the small digital alarm on Clay's side, "Okay, well, I'm gonna go take a shower then." They must have slept for a very long time, not surprising considering the strenuous activities from the night before; it was currently 10 AM.

George began to wriggle out of Clay's grasp, earning a disapproving whine from the blonde, "No," he stretched out the word, tightening his grip around the brit, "Don't leave me!" He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip in an immature way.

George snickered, successfully removing his boyfriend's arms, sitting up and staring at him sympathetically. "I'm sorry," He grabbed a discarded pair of boxers from the ground and put them on before exiting the room to Clay's objection, "Love you!"

"I love you more."

After his shower, George got dressed in some decently formal attire. He wanted, no, needed, to impress the mother of his favorite person. The brunette leisurely entered Clay's living room to see the other busily working in the kitchen.

"What're you making?"

"Just sandwiches, for lunch."

"Oh, nice." George sat at the kitchen island on a moderately uncomfortable stool, scrolling on Twitter, viewing fanart, and liking humorous tweets crafted by fans, many of them pertaining to George and Clay's meetup. "So, does your mom know we're dating?"

"Yeah, she was so excited that I finally made a move."

"Aw, so you've talked to her about me?" He smirked at the other playfully.

"Well, yeah, George I've liked you for so long, she's been telling me to ask you to be my boyfriend for like years."

"Oh, wow." Hearing that felt surreal and bittersweet, they could've been together all of this time. 

"Yeah..." He placed aside the food he made and sat next to the brit, interlacing their fingers. "When I went on that drive the other day while you were asleep, I had to call her. I didn't really know why I was feeling the way I did, so attached to you even though it had only been a day. She helped me calm down and kind of realize why you being here was affecting me so much."

"Why was it affecting you so much?"

"Um, I think because it's because I've had to keep all of these emotions, feelings for you, bottled up for so long. When I finally realized that you were here and loved me back, those years of heartache and shit that I hadn't come to terms with kinda poured out of me all at once. It was almost a relief, actually."

George nodded, "Yeah, I get that. It really sucked before." Clay's expression fell slightly.

"Yeah..."

"But, it's great now."

"It's perfect." Clay squeezed his hand lightly.

"You're perfect," George spoke before thinking and felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"I'm definitely not the perfect one, George." George shook his head, laughing to himself about how oblivious the other was. Perhaps he was blinded by love, but Clay was so perfect it hurt to conceptualize a better boyfriend, it wasn't possible. George felt so inferior in comparison, undeserving of the other's affections.

He wished he could tell Clay how much he adored him a million times over. Shower him in deluges of well-deserved compliments and assure him to the ends of time that he was the ideal person for George. But, he couldn't. George had never been able to voice his true feelings, not well enough, it stemmed from his childhood, he wasn't entirely sure why. It was heart-wrenching to think that Clay might not know how George's heart was reserved only for him, that he couldn't imagine going back to the hell from before, that this was the best he'd ever felt about someone in his entire life and he was more sure of this relationship, of Clay, than anything he'd ever experienced. If only he could say all of that.

They chatted for roughly an hour more, about far less important topics, before hearing a knock at the door. George felt his heartbeat increase significantly, his nerves emerging from hibernation as a sigh escaped his lips. He shouldn't be this nervous, he thought, Clay's mother sounded lovely, hopefully, he wouldn't screw this up.

Please proceed reading the next chapters with caution, sadder themes will be described, if you dislike those please stop here! :)