BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 18: day off

Clay POV.

George practically went limp against me the second I pressed play on the song.
And I was going to push him away from me but I didn't, just allowing him to lie against me as I continued looking through my phone and listening to music.

The Brit slept on and off throughout the entire day and he seemed to get better the later it got.
I finally left my spot beside him on his bed at about 9.

I headed back to my room nextdoor and climbed onto my bed and laid down on it before continuing to scroll through my phone. Before I had the chance to get comfortable I heard a knock on my door and climbed out of the bed to go answer it.

Standing in the hallway on the other side of the door was Mr Davidson, so upon seeing him I gave him a small smile, which he returned.
"Good evening Mr Smith, I hope I didn't wake you."
I sighed slightly when he called me Mr Smith, but no matter how many times I've told him, his wife and everyone else here to just call me Clay they never do. So I had given up on trying to get them too.

"No, I was already awake." I informed him as I ran my hands through my blond hair.
"Well I just wanted to thank you for looking after George this week again, he seems to be enjoying himself more." Mr Davidson's eyes lit up slightly whenever he talked about his son.
"It's no problem sir. I have enjoyed looking after George this week."

The man opposite me nodded. "So do you have any plans for tomorrow?" He asked, trying to start a conversation.
I didn't know what he was talking about, but I shook my head either way.

"Well no matter what you do I hope you have a good day, in case you were wondering your pay for this week has been put in your bank account"
I nodded a thank you and he turned to leave, and as he walked away towards the staircase I heard him call back to me, "hope you enjoy your day off Mr Smith."

Oh that's what he was talking about. I forgot that I had tomorrow off. I don't even know what I want to do.
Maybe I could just walk downtown.
Or I'll just decide tomorrow.

The next morning.

It was pretty early when I walked into town deciding for an early breakfast. The air was crisp and cool as I made my way into town and sat at a cafe along the main road.

As I ate some breakfast my mind kept wandering back to George. Yesterday he seemed pretty tired and still had an obvious hangover even after almost a day.
Honestly I would have preferred to spend the day at home looking after him. Ever since I talked with Mrs Murdo the other day I felt some need to protect and look after the brunette, I mean I know it was my job beforehand but this time it felt more personal.
It felt weird and I haven't ever felt this way about... well anyone other than my family.

It felt strange yet natural.

I sighed quietly before reaching into my bags pocket. Just in case I had nothing better to do I brought the copy of Maze Runner which I'd borrowed from the library to read. I opened the book to the page I was at, page 112. The book was easier to read then I thought and I'd gotten through it way faster than I planned too.

Still throughout the morning I couldn't take my mind off the Brit.

George POV.

After a full day my headache had finally died down and I knew my hangover was gone, thank god. I spent about 10 minutes lying happily in bed before eventually getting up and heading downstairs for breakfast.

I decided to see if Clay was around and stumbled, still half asleep to his bedroom door. Choosing to wait and knock instead of breaking down the door, just in case Clay was getting changed or anything, I waited there for 5 minutes before pushing it open. The curtains were already pulled and the bed was made, and the ensuite door was open so he couldn't be in there.

For a few minutes I just stood there in his room, which still had barely anything of his hanging around besides school stuff and his clothes. I figured he was probably downstairs and headed into the large dining room, where my parents were already sitting and talking to eachother.

The pair greeted me warmly as I took my seat beside my mother and the butler rushed out to offer me toast and cereal. "Have either of you seen Clay?" I asked my parents after spreading some jam generously over my golden brown toast.
"Yeah, he left this morning to go downtown, he said he'd probably spend the day down there." My father didn't look up from his newspaper as he spoke, or as he took a sip of his steaming hot coffee immediately afterwards.
"Why is Clay going into town?" I asked looking over at my father curiously.
"It's his day off today, didn't he tell you yesterday?" My mother asked as she took a bite of her toast from beside me.

For some reason I felt annoyed the blind left without telling me, and that he didn't tell me about his day off yesterday either.
But I managed to convince myself that he probably just didn't say because of my hangover, or maybe he did say and I forgot. Which is a total possibility after how I was on Friday.

Another part of me felt annoyed for a different reason, but I couldn't decide why.
Without bothering to answer that question I finished my food in utter silence as my parents talked around me. Then I stood up, grabbed my wallet and headed towards the main door, "where are you going Georgie?" My mother asked aI turned the handle and pulled open the door.
"Just going for a walk, haven't had some fresh air in a while." With that I disappeared onto the street.

It felt nice listening to the quiet sound of the wind rustling leaves in the trees and other things around me, somehow it helped me focus, until I heard a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well Georgie. I told you we'd get you the second that blond is gone, didn't I?"
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