Dream By Day, Nightmare By Night| DreamNotFound

Badass.

-all George POV-

I woke up, but still wanted to sleep. I rolled over and snuggled in the blankets, soon to feel something beside me.

Is it echo? I thought to myself, slowly opening my eyes.

Alex.

I blinked at his face for a moment, noticing his arm was wrapped around me. I smile and close my eyes again, not even wondering about anything of where I am.

While my eyes are closed, I feel him start to move a bit, inching a bit closer than before.

After it's been about a minute or so, he wakes up. He has released his arm from me and quietly giggled, getting up slowly.

He repositioned the covers on me, pulling them up a little. I want to smile so badly but I didn't want him to freak out or anything—even though I'M the one who should be freaking out, I don't even know where the fuck I am.

I notice he walked somewhere after a little while, but I can't figure out the size of the room by his foot steps. Though, I can tell the floor is wood.

The rooms smells of melted chocolate and hazelnut, such a weird smell for the type of person he is.

I move a slight bit and stuff my face into the pillow below me. Cologne, it's his cologne.
Smells of mint and firewood, different.

I take a quite deep breath, taking in the smell. It's calming and refreshing, is that weird?

Also, where the hell am I. Why am I in his bed. Who's house is this!

While I'm thinking, I noticed he left the room. I open my eyes and sit up slowly, taking in the room around me.

Woah, this room is huge! Wait Alex is rich?! Does he live here? Why didn't he wake me up? Should I explor-"

I stop and shoot back down into a sleeping position, quickly closing my eyes, at the sound of the door opening.

I hear foot steps coming towards me. "George, I know your awake." Alex says, in a sleep tone.

I quietly giggle into my pillow, "no—no you don't!~"

"Oh yes I do, I know you to well sleepy head!" Alex speaks again, giggling through his words. I roll over and open my eyes, sitting up.

Alex sits on the bed in front of me, staring at me with a soft smile, "this is weird isn't it-?"

"Uhm..yeah—to be honest, who's house is this?" I ask in pure confusion.

Alex turns his head and hold in a laugh, "I-um—my boss's..?" He quickly spoke, in a giggled tone.

"Wait—wait—what the fuck! Am I in London?! Where the hell am I Ale-"

"Hey—hey, chill! Listen—uhm—get ready, there's my closet—I'll be waiting outside, M-Mk?—haha-" he quickly spoke again, practically running out the door.

Of course he didn't explain. Of course.
Welp, now I get ready. Yay.

I make my way through the large room, and into the walk-in closet. I walk over to a wardrobe, opening the drawer with the label, "shirts".

I look through them quickly, finding a black and purple sweater. I close the drawer and open the one below it, looking through the pants.