☔︎Rainy days make pretty posts☔︎

☔︎𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢☔︎

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚑𝚑,

He looked up trying to remember the name of the one who only cared about money,

It suddenly appeared into his mind.

𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔"

☔︎ ♪ ☂︎ ♪ ☔︎ ♪ ☂︎ ♪ ☔︎ ♪ ☂︎ ♪ ☔︎

Alex and George had just arrived home and it was getting late as they had taken a detour to 'sansberys'.

During the time all they had done was playfully make fun of eachother and lightly joke about stuff.

They finally arrived home and was immediately hit with the walm heat of their apartment.

"𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢?"

George suggested holding up a vodka bottle,

"𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑,"

Alex smiled taking two glasses from the cupboard,

George smiled grabbing a can of red-bull and mixing it together.

They began putting their shopping away Alex was taking a sip of his drink as he was shuffled up against the counter.

George look a large sip of his drink and then downed the whole thing and began putting shopping away.

Drunk. Out. Of. His. Mind.

He needed to put the spaghetti on the shelf above Alex but he was drunk out of his mind (as I very clearly stated) and instead of telling him to move he just let him be and tried to put it up while pressing his body right against Alex's.

(Yes all of the body)

When he came back down he met eyes with him.

Butterfly,

It felt like time had stopped, like when you're waiting for an exam to start and you're watching the clock.

Butterfly,

He looked down towards his lips, Alex did the same to him.

Butterfly,

He pressed himself closer to Alex, leaning in slowly.

Butterfly,

He then kissed Alex.

Butterfly's,

Alex wasn't supprised as he saw it coming.

He kissed back and George pulled away soon after.

He backed away slowly, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide.

He couldn't talk as he felt a lump in his throat.

His mind filled with thoughts of his dad and things his dad has said to him.

Alex didn't know what to do but by the time Alex figured out that George was scared, he had already grabbed his coat and ran out the door.

☔︎ ♪ ☂︎ ♪ ☔︎ ♪ ☂︎ ♪ ☔︎ ♪ ☂︎ ♪ ☔︎

He has his hands in his pockets, his hood up, the rain pouring down.

They say the city never sleeps but this one was out cold,

He really didn't want to be outside but he couldn't face it.

He hated the rain after all.

Tears started spawning in like creepers in a cave.

He could feel them fall down his face as he looked forwards.

Or was it just the rain?

Stupid question.

Like waterfalls the stream of water kept coming.

He found his eyes wonder back down to his feet.

And who better to bump into then Harry?

"𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝."

"𝚜𝚘-....

George cleared the very big lump in his throat and managed to muster out,

𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢..."

He looked Harry in the eyes, tears flowing like a conversation between will and Stephen.

Harry stopped looking mad and his eyebrows dropped,

"𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎? 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞-

He bent down to meet George's swollen fountain eyes.

𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐?"

George pushed him away,

"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕."

'please leave I don't know how much longer I can sound okay.'

"𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎?"

George turned away from him still looking down.

"𝚐𝚘. 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚢."

'please I can't keep this up any longer.'

"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎?"

Memory's flooded George's mind about the kiss,

The kitchen counter,

The alcohol,

The kiss,

Alex,

Alex kissed back,

Alex kissed back?

...

Alex kissed back.