water droplets //dnf//

day 2

~Dream POV

I wake up in a not-so familiar spot, but it's pretty comfy. The satin sheets I fell asleep in last night keeping me comfortable, but not warm.

Not warm because George isn't there.

I bolt up, searching the room for his figure. Or any sign of him really. I walk out of the bedroom, eyes scanning the bathroom, then kitchen, then living room. Nowhere.

"george?!"

No response. I make one last round before stopping in my tracks, and remember last night. The balcony. I walk quickly, uneven steps lead to me tripping almost every time.

I let out a sigh of relief when I spot him on the balcony. He's sitting in the same spot he was last night. I hope he slept, and just woke up early to watch the sunrise. But I don't remember him coming to bed. I walk over to him, and find the balcony door locked, from the outside.

"george?"

He turns back to me, tired eyes. When he sees me, he jolts up and unlocks the door. Almost like he was hiding something. I wanted to speak, but had no words. So instead I embraced him tightly. I didn't want to say I was scared, but I was.

"we're you up all night?"

I ask, still hugging the smaller man.

"i.. i slept out here."

"oh.. why didn't you come inside?"

He pulled away from the hug, grabbing my hand instead. We go back inside to take a seat on the couch, George sits by me, leaning his head against my shoulder. He brings his knees to his chest and I wrap my arm around him, so he cuddles into my side.

"i don't know what it was but, the edge is so peaceful.. i could actually sleep"

I know his lying voice, and this wasn't it, he's telling the truth.

"okay, we'll i was just worried. that's all. and i'm hoping tonight you can come to bed.... or if the balcony really helps you sleep i hope i can at least go out there with you."

"mm. i'd like that"

I feel a smile creep on my face. The thought of George finally getting rest, sleeping, eating, finally. He deserved it more than he knew.

George tried to lay down, to rest his head on my lap. But I carefully push him up, before he can get too comfy. I stand up and grab the speaker settled across the room.

"what are you doing?", he chuckles

"just playing music..wanna dance?"

"not really.. but fine!"

He throws his hands in the air playfully, pretending to not want to dance. But I still grab his hand to pull him up. I press shuffle..

*start song*

The song that comes up couldnt have been better. The lyrics start to play and we take our position. Both my hands around his waist and his wrapped around my neck.

"the papers say it's doomsday"

George nuzzles his face in my chest like he always does. I get butterflies every time. We sway to the slow tempo, intimate moments like this were special. So we cherished it.

"and here it is
our final night alive
and as the earth runs to the ground
oh girl it's you, that i lie with"

When I sing the lyrics I switch 'girl' to boy.. singing directly into George's ear. He hums in delight when I serenade him.

"as the world,
as the world caves in."

"george, i have never had a slow dance before.."

"...that was sudden"

Sometimes I forget to not just blurt out words, so I laugh at his comment.

"it's true, i didn't go to my high school dance"

"well i'm your first then.."

"it seems as so."

Without hesitation I lift George up, he gasped at the movement. His legs wrap around my waist and I carry him to the couch.

He doesn't ask questions, just smiles. So I lay down, him now straddling me.

I find myself smiling when he leans down to initiate a long-awaited kiss. His warm lips touching mine with such love. When the kiss was ended, I wanted to initiate another one, but George had another idea. But I'm not saying I didn't love it.

He carefully rested his forehead on mine, our noses touching. George's hand moved to my heartbeat, feeling the rhythm as he calmly blinked against my skin.

I could feel his breathing on my lips, every breath made me want more. And when his eyelashes fluttered against my skin, I couldn't help but shiver. Every touch made me want him. God I love him.

The playlist continues.. and continues. For three hours straight. Soft music playing through the speaker as we keep our spot. Cuddling on the furniture comfortable, accompanied by each other.

I don't remember when, but it was late at night when George asked for us to go to the balcony. At least we'll stay together this time. The wind is picking up, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"are you cold, baby?"

"no..", George's answered were short and simple, for all he was focused on was the sky.

"i'll go grab blankets and pillows.. just in case."

"mhm".

George didn't move. Arms still holding his knees to his chest. Eyes still locked on presumably the stars. I come back with the blankets and two pillows. We sit in silence. I tried to stay up but I couldn't. Sleep finally catching up to me.

I lay my head on the pillow behind me, and cover up with the sheet I brought out.

"georgie, you going to bed with me?"

"not right now."

"well.. i'm sleeping right here if you're staying."

"okay."

I can't help but feel worried. George still not relaxing. But my trouble are allowed to fade as I drift to my dreams. My body spread out on the balcony.

~George POV

He's asleep.

He fell asleep out here.. for me.

He deserves better.

I don't deserve him.

I wish I could tell him and explain how the balcony entrances me. The way it makes me feel. But when I say I don't have the words, I really mean it.

My gaze fixes upon one star. A bright yellow glimmering, popping out from the deep blues.

"woah-"

The more I looked at it, the more it felt like a home.

A place that exists. Far far from here.

But I could be there someday.

A place to feel welcome.

Let my troubles sink away.

The star.

How can something shine so bright. Isn't it exhausting?

The star is special.

I spend my restless hours just thinking about it.

I could sleep.

But I don't

I just think.

About the star.