All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Twelve -

Jacob POV:

I watched him through his window as he cautiously lifted the red envelope up, tearing it open. He looks nervous. Nervously- excited maybe? God I hope so. The small note falls out and a large grin appears on my face. He's going to love it. However, the look on his face says otherwise. Shit why isn't he happy? Why doesn't he like the fact that he is loved? He should be jumping around with joy right now! Okay maybe thats a little over the top. But if I found out my soulmate reached out to me with a cheesy love letter, confessing their love, I would be ecstatic. I see Clay reading the note over my lovers shoulder with a hard scowl present. A smug smile makes it way on my face, happy that Clay knows George is mine and only mine, not his. 

After a couple of minutes George drops the note to the floor. Gosh he's clumsy but I don't care, in fact I find it rather adorable. I can't see very clear from where I'm standing, however I do notice his face turn a paler shade of white. He's happy...right? George turns to face Clay whilst reaching out to touch his arm. But Clay pulls his arm away glaring. Good, he's angry. Thats what I want. Clay needs to realise what is mine and what isn't his. However, something in Clay must've changed as guilt takes over his face. But what he did next made me furious. He cups Georges cheek, clearly wiping away stray tears falling from his eyes. It takes everything in me not to just knock on Georges apartment door and take him from Clay, but I know I cant for it will ruin the surprise I have planned.

After a couple more minutes of watching Clay hug George, he then does something that made my blood boil. He leans down and presses his lips to Georges head softly. George stands there stunned. George clearly didn't want you to kiss him Clay, why would you do that?  I can't watch anymore of this shit. If I want George to be mine, I've got to try harder.

Deciding I've had enough watching these two, I head back over to my car and drive off.

Clay POV:

Good, he's sleeping. I run my fingers lazily through George's hair. He's been growing it out recently and I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. He looks really good. Stretching to reach my phone off of the coffee table, I mindlessly scroll through twitter; liking fanart or just any funny tweets I see while I wait for George to wake up. It's good that he's getting rest, after all, he deserves it after this shit he's having to deal with. His dad in hospital and his moms financial problem included.

I decided to tweet out on my main account 'Hey Guys! Not going to be very active for a while for personal issues, hope you guys understand! Love you all <3' before placing my phone back on the table in front of me. If I'm going to be there for George, I'm going to make sure I'm fully here for him. Streaming and making content for my fans is the last thing on my mind right now. Nothing else matters except the boy currently positioned, rather cutely might I add, in my arms.

I've been having these less platonic and more romantic thoughts about George recently. At first I tried completely blocking them out, telling myself 'you can't think that way about your best friend' and 'he wouldn't even like you back idiot'. However, the last couple months I've accepted the fact that I have a crush on my best friend. But he can never know. Not anytime now anyways. Even if there was a small chance of him liking me back, he might not be stable enough to even start to think about having a relationship and with me of all people.

George has been asleep for around 40 minutes now. I stare contently at the his face, occasionally brushing my fingers against his cheek, causing a tiny smile to appear on his face while he sleeps. Wait why are his eyes open? "Hello Clay" George whispers tiredly. I feel my cheeks begin to heat up after realising I've been caught staring. "Oh- uh hello. Did you sleep well?" I ask, trying to start a conversation. He giggles quietly "Yeah I did actually, very comfortable" He answers, snuggling further into my neck. My chest tightens at the small movement. How can someone be so damn adorable. We lay in silence for a few minutes before I decide to speak up again "So when do you want to go talk to your band" I ask, lifting his head slightly so I can look at him better. George lets out a shaky sigh and I almost feel bad for bringing up the subject again. Before I can apologise though, he quickly speaks up "Hm well I suppose we can leave in the next 20 minutes, if thats okay?" He says, gazing into my eyes. I almost get lost in thought just looking at him "Of course is is Georgie" I reply, a soft smile making its way onto my face.

Instead of replying, he just lazily smiles back before resting his head back on my chest. "For now we cuddle!" he says cheekily. I don't think he realises what he's saying and before I know it my cheeks are instantly flushed again. I regain myself and rub my hands up and down George's arm. I hear him sigh "You better not fall asleep again George" I deadpan, shaking him rather harshly so he's more awake. He lets a loud, annoyed groan in response, then feel the weight on my chest disappear as George stands up and wonders to the bathroom. 

I sit up and wait patiently for George to come back with a certain question on my mind. Four minutes later he opens the bathroom door and slumps back onto the couch next to me. "So George what are you going to do now? I mean, surely you don't feel safe living here anymore" I ask, turning my body to fully face him. It takes him a while to answer and I can practically see the gears shifting in his head.

"Well I cant exactly go stay with my mum right now, I wouldn't want to give her that much pressure. Other than that I don't really not what to do, I suppose I could ask Tyler or Phoenix if I could stay with them. Actually I don't want to do that either because-" I cut his rambling off. "You're such an idiot" I mumble, laughing. He raises his eyebrow at me. I scoff "George you can stay at mine- no scrap that you will stay at mine, I'm not letting you stay anywhere else, nope!" I raise my chin and cross my arms for dramatic affect. However, it doesn't cause George to laugh like I thought it would. In fact he looks even sadder now. "George..?" I ask, hoping he'll explain his sudden mood change.

"I can't do that to you Clay, I know you said you want to help me as much as you can but thats too much. You've already done more than enough" He says timidly, staring at the ground in front of him. I almost want to laugh but I know now isn't the right time. "George you dumbass, I want you to stay at mine. Normally if someone gives you an offer, they want you to take it" I say, my tone becoming softer with each word. He still doesn't look convinced. 

Huffing, I stand up in front of George and pull him up with me. George slowly lifts his head to create eye contact with me, before looking away at the wall behind me. Rude I'm way more interesting than wall. Bringing my hands up to his jaw, forcing him to look back at me. Gosh he's pretty. Not the time. "George, please come stay with me. It won't be forever but just for now while we sort this shit out. I want you to- no I need you to stay with me, I need to know you're safe" I say seriously, making sure he knows that I genuinely want him to stay with me. 

He ponders for a second, before nodding his head hesitantly. A grin breaks out on my face and I pull George in for a tight hug. He scoffs, however shakes his head in amusement and hugs me back just as tight. "You're being awfully affectionate today Clay" He says. I can practically hear his smirk. "What can I say Georgie, call me a simp all you want but I love hugging you, is that a problem?" I questions. He shakes his head "No, it definitely isn't an problem".

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