BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 32: cuddles

George POV.

I stayed in bed for a while drifting in and out of sleep for hours. Clay still was laying beside me with me using his chest as a pillow, although he was awake and on his phone most of the time. He did, however, have one hand resting on my back the entire time.

It seemed he did not know that I was awake until I sat up more, but still was leaning against him slightly.
"Did you enjoy your nap sleeping beauty?" He asked teasingly as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"Mhm" I replied, smiling contently as I rested my weight against him.

Clay chuckled slightly, nudging me to sit up which I grudgingly did. He glanced down at his watch momentarily before looking back over to me, "it's eight thirty, but do you still want to order a pizza?"

I nodded slightly before leaning back down against him and causing him to chuckle again. "Can't you even stay off of me while I order a pizza?" He asked me.
I shook my head as he pulled out his phone and dialled a pizza company. Then he ordered a pizza with me resting on him, still being tremendously tired.

Once the blond had hung up the phone he looked down at me and laughed, "and you still tell me that you don't love me."
"Fuck off, I'm just tired, this means nothing." I grumbled.
He clearly didn't believe me but still made an 'uh-huh' sound.

Beside my bed there was an old telephone that connected to downstairs. My father uses one of these to make calls around the house when he couldn't be bothered getting out of bed, and I was always grateful when this meant I could order breakfast in bed when I felt lazy.

Clay had been told about these soon after he arrived, as had all other staff members in their or so. He watched as I picked up the phone and called downstairs to one of the staff's bedrooms.
A female voice answered, and I told her to call us when the pizza arrived before relaxing back against Clay.

"You are so confusing Georgie." He let out a loud laugh, "you claim that you don't feel anything for me yet you want to stay in bed too... what? cuddle?"
I rolled my eyes, "I do feel nothing for you. You're just a nice pillow."

Clay POV.

Bullshit.

I can tell he likes me, even if he doesn't know that it is painfully obvious. I decided it would be most fun if I teased him. "Well since you are lying then you don't get to cuddle with me."

He let out an annoyed dog-like whine as I pushed him off. Yeah, he clearly doesn't like me. 🙄

He stayed on the bed giving me an annoyed glare as I stood up and stretched. I looked over to him with an amused smirk, "what?" I asked him, "you said that this means nothing and you're just tired, so you clearly don't want to cuddle."
His glare grew even more intense and annoyed as he stared at me and I wanted to see if I could annoy him even further.

"Do you want me to come back and cuddle with you or not?" I asked him as I pivoted back around on my heels.

George POV.

I glared at him tiredly. He just looked back with his lopsided smile, "do you want me to come back and cuddle with you or not?" He questioned.

Yes. I do. Why? I wasn't sure but I did. He made me feel safe, in a way that wasn't as a bodyguard, but as a friend or a family member. I wanted to be close to him, and to feel safe and appreciated in a way I hadn't felt before.
Maybe this is what he did to all those weird ass fan girls at school. Maybe Clay used magic powers to Harry Potter the shit out of things and put a giant love potion in the school water fountains or something.

I giggled internally at the thought, before my eyes trailed up to meet Clay's, where he still stood with a smirk on his face.

But still I didn't answer out loud.

Clay POV.

His big round eyes stared up at me and it was clear that he'd zoned out. George obviously wasn't going to answer. Maybe I could change this up a bit then, "what about if you tell me the truth, that you do like me, I won't make you be a cheerleader."

"What makes you think I don't want to be a cheerleader?" He said in the most unbelievable tone ever, completely ignoring the first part of my sentence. I raised my eyebrow and gave him a quizzical look, the brunette just shrugged his shoulders and accepted my answer.
"Ok then. Have fun at cheer practice on Wednesday."

I turned to leave and heard him mumbling an "I hate you" causing me to spin back around.
"That's a bit rude Georgie, you know I'm your best friend. I remember you saying, 'You may be my current best friend, Clay, but I will get my father to fire you.' and then I replied with 'Awww thanks for calling me your best friend' and then you replied to that when you said..."

"Ok that's enough I get it. But you are still the worst."
"Mhm, and why is that Georgie?" I cooed as I said the question. Walking closer to him and giving him a devilish, scandalous smirk.
"You are a pain in my ass and you are a mega dick!"

I laughed before pushing him down onto the bed so he was looking back up at me. "Now that is bullshit Georgie." I laughed, putting my face a few inches away from his.
His eyes traveled up and down my face, taking in almost every detail and I watch as they flutter down to from my eyes, to my nose, go my lips and then down at my shirt.

That's when I let go of him and stand up, before turning and walking out of the room. Before I reach the door I see George sit up, "see! That was a dick move!" He called after me as I left with a quiet chuckle.
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