Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

Pro Tip: Don't Snoop

Deena's POV

Everything was really blurry. I can't even remember what happened 10 minutes ago. I remember throwing up and George rubbing my back before we came to lay down. We're both still awake just watching Ratatouille while laying down in his bed, both on our own sides. Is he going to hold me again? I want him too. Do I? What the heck am I even thinking.

"You feeling okay?" My attention was drawn towards him and I smiled, the flashing of the tv lighting up his face every few seconds.

"I feel better," I smiled and turned my body to face him. "Thank you" he smiled back and nodded and brought his attention back to the movie, but I decided to just close my eyes.

"Goodnight"

"Goodnight, George" I laid there for about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes and I can't fall asleep. Normally when I drink I fall asleep quickly but for some reason I could even get comfortable. I tried not to toss and turn too much so it wasn't obvious by every now and then I would peek and see George look over to me. I stayed quiet but sighed and opened my eyes, simply watching the movie again.

"You okay?" When he spoke it sounded drained, like he hadn't talked in a long time. It's just his tired voice but that's the only way I can explain it. I nodded and continued to stay quiet. "Do you want water?" I didn't realize how dry my mouth was l, along with my lips and throat.

"Yeah actually" it was obvious I needed it rather than wanting it by the sound of my scratchy voice. He laughed quietly and stood up, the bed shifting slightly as he did. The cold water bottle in my hand was enough to make me crave more, so I chugged it down.

"Woah slow down" I smiled at him as he laughed, swallowing the last bit in the bottle. I threw it towards the trash and it landed right in it. "Nice"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm cool" I smiled again and found myself now growing more tired. I closed my eyes again and about five minutes later I heard the tv turn off. I laid there as he shuffled around to get comfortable before I felt him poke my forehead. "Yes, George?"

"Um" I couldn't see him but I already know he was scratching his head with the noticeable nerves in his voice. "Can I hold you?"

"Yes" I smiled and felt him carefully scoot over and hesitantly wrap his arms around me. We both immediately relaxed and moved into a comfortable position. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight" I couldn't help but thank the lack of light due to the blood rushing to my face. Maybe I'm just drunk but this is making me very happy.

George's POV:

After we both relaxed I felt my whole face get blood red as a smile made its way onto my face. Is this wrong because she isn't sober?? Wait am I doing something bad??? Fuck what if she gets upset tomorrow morning because of this? Would she do this sober? Shit shit shit shit shit.

"George?" I heard a whisper and the door creek open, a small amount of light beamed through and I saw Nick. "Oh my bad"

"It's okay what's up?" I asked and noticed a grin show on his face.

"Don't want to interrupt your romantic moment, just wondering if she was okay"  I rolled my eyes and shooed him away.

"She's fine now Goodnight" I smiled and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Night, lover boy" I couldn't help but smile at what he said. Sure he's being an annoying child, but it still brought a smile onto my face. I closed my eyes and fell asleep soon enough, ready to help Deena in the morning because she will definitely be sick.

Flash forward to the morning

"Oh fuck!" I was woken up by someone saying that and immediate shuffling in the bed. What the hell is that? Oh shit. I shot up and caught a glimpse of Deena running into the bathroom, so I suit up and followed behind her. "No go back to sleep" she coughed out while she waved her hand, trying to shoo me away.

"No" I laughed and pulled the hair tie from her wrist to pull her hair up again. I didn't look as she threw up because I would've began to feel nasty, but I once again rubbed her back. "I'm going to stay here until you feel better"

"Ha! This feels like a hangover where I'm going to be like this forever" she laughed out before gagging and spitting into the toilet again. "But thank you"

"Of course" I laughed out. I waited until she was done and we had both brushed out teeth to ask her about last night. "Hey Dee?"

"Yeah?" She asked as she looked through her bags for an outfit. She sighed and ended up just sitting on the ground, waiting for me to talk.

"Why did you go to the club last night? So abruptly?" I sat on her bed and she rubbed her face.

"Just needed me time. Ya know?" She fake smiled. It was pretty obvious it was fake. I gave her a 'I know you're lying' look and she sighed. "I was really stressing out, it was just you and Clay really, you guys were-"

"What?" I scoffed and her eyes went wide. I stared at her in disbelief, not showing how much it really hurt me for her to say something like that.

"You guys did nothing wrong, it's just," she stopped and shut her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"It's just what?" I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head. "It's just we were really stressing you out. Me and him are the reason you're stressed and had to go get wasted"

"I don't want to say-"

"Deena"

"Fine. Yes." I stared at her for a few more moments before shaking my head and standing up. "George-"

"I'm taking a shower" I mumbled and shit the bathroom door behind me. I locked my room door and sat on my bed for a minute, just thinking, before turning the shower on and hopping in.

Clay's POV

Maybe I shouldn't snoop. That was not a good sounding conversation. I came down stairs to ask them what they wanted to do today but heard everything instead. Oops.