Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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tw// mention of sexual assault/homophobia/drugs; nsfw; aggression/violence

George wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache. The first thing he notices is the warmth radiating from underneath him, but he can't find the strength to move and look at what it is.

Opening his eyes, he finally realizes the situation. He had asked Dream for a ride last night then pretty much asked to sleep over. Internally face palming, George notices that he's laying with his head on Dream's chest and his arms and legs sprawled out over him and the bed.

"Good morning," Dream says, scrolling through his phone with one arm underneath George.

Eyes wide, the brunette scrambles to remove himself from atop the blonde. Dream yawns and shrugs, standing up.

"I'm sorry," George puts a hand on his head and sits up, feeling embarrassed as he remembers last night. He also feels upset and vulnerable knowing how weak and hopeless he was.

"For what?" Dream rustles his hair and grabs a change of clothes.

"For making you take me here last night. I don't know what I was thinking," George tries to laugh but it instead comes out as a sad breath.

"It's all good. Come on downstairs I'll get you something for your hangover," Dream smiles and leaves the room, George following a few minutes after.

George makes his way down the large staircase and sees Dream mixing something in a large bowl, presumably pancakes, in a new set of clothes. He smiles upon seeing George, and it makes the brunette wonder why he's being so kind.

Dream makes pancakes in silence after handing George a bottle of painkillers and some water. George simply observes him, watching as his long blonde hair sways around at every movement. Soon enough, he approaches George with a plate of pancakes and sits next to him at the dining room table.

"I made pancakes," Dream smiles, but George shakes his head.

"No thank you, I'm not hungry," he lies. Recently he's been self conscious about his weight and as the cheer captain, it's hard to deal with everyone's eyes on him. So he copes unhealthily by restricting himself from eating even more.

"George," Dream looks at him with a serious expression in his eyes. "You did nothing but drink last night. At least have one."

"Okay," George sighs and grabs a pancake, putting it onto his plate and letting it sit before taking a small bite. He feels terrible but if it'll make Dream stop pestering him he'll do it.

Even after the water and pain medicine, George still feels like he's going to throw up. His head is spinning and he feels like absolute shit. So much for having a fun time at the party.

There's a long silence while the two boys eat, which neither of them know how to break. George is constantly worried about anything and everything, whereas Dream is worried about George.

"Do you want to talk about what happened last night?" Dream asks quietly, taking a bite of his pancake and hardly looking up at George.

"What?" George says, he was hoping to avoid the situation. He looks down at his hands and everything comes back to him. Seeing the bruises on his wrists and knuckles make him remember the girl that had overpowered him so easily, then the guy that had tugged on his skirt and called him slurs.

"You can be honest with me, George. I'm worried, you looked extremely upset last night. I want to make sure you're alright," Dream offers a weak smile, to which George returns with much difficulty.

"It's nothing, don't worry," he says.

"No George, if it was nothing you wouldn't have been sobbing for hours and asking to stay over," George looks up and sees Dream looking at him with genuine concern on his face and in his voice. It makes him feel bad. He feels so shitty for not being able to be honest with the boy that had offered him a ride and a place to sleep, even food and a sense of comfort as well.