Concealed // Alex x George

Lovesick- Alex

Song suggestion-

I was listening to Heatwaves while writing this BAHSTAETFYAE so u can listen to that

Or Dream Sweet in Sea Major.

I open my eyes and feel his fingers laced into mine. I think about how perfectly our hands fit together. Like a puzzle that we have finally solved.

I am slumped on the sofa of our living room and George's head is gently resting on my shoulder. He is still asleep and I begin absent-mindedly playing with his hair while looking at his sleepy face. Last night was sort of tiring so I dont blame him for still being  asleep still.

I try to lift up his head so I can get up but he groans in protest, his eyes slightly opening.

"Where are you going?" he mutters.

"I was gonna make us some breakfast, what do you want?"

"I dont want breakfast, I want you."

I hold back a laugh.

"You're so weird, I'm hungry so I'm getting food. It's not that deep." I let out a chuckle.

"Hey! Dont laugh at me, just come back and sleep for a little bit."

I lean my head back before I turn to smile at him. His eyes go all cloudy and happy and I decide to give in.

"Five more minutes," I whisper and close my eyes. I feel his finger softly  rub my hand and the all too familiar butterflies re-appear.

I slide my eyes shut and reminisce about the end of last night:

George jumped the two metres to the ground, huh, I swear we were higher up than that.. He held up his hand, I grabbed it, I slid off the branch, I landed in his arms. I reached up and kissed him.
I slinked away from him, placing my feet on the ground. All while kissing him, of course...
He pulled away, holding his hand out to me 'shall we?'
He started running, with my hand still clasped tight in his.
I'm not an athletic person, but I had so much adrenaline I could keep running forever with him.

We come up to a metal ladder, George climbs it, I follow behind, eager to see what was at the top. We had arrived at a rooftop, looking out onto the city. We didnt speak for a few seconds, high on the excitement. The sun was almost fully set and we admired the spectacular sky. The purple bled into the pink in a beautiful harmony of colour. I didn't want to look away but then George suddenly grabbed me.

"Alex, hey wake up!"

I groan in response, not wanting to open my eyes and leave that rooftop. It was like George had stopped the movie right when it was getting good. But it wasnt a movie, it was my life. I think.

Wait, no, no, no.

Fuck.

It was a dream, this never happened. It never fucking happened. I knew I I must've made it up, my luck was too high.

I open my eyes with pain and regret. I expect to be sat in my dark room, dirty laundry everywhere, the curtains stubbornly shut. But im still on the sofa. With George landing on me, barely awake. So it wasnt a dream? I need verbal confirmation.

"G-George?"

"Yes, my love?"

Woah. I guess I wont need to embarrass  myself by asking after all. I try to think up a random question on the spot so he doesnt become confused.

"Uh, I was wondering... d-do you want to... stream together today?"

Fuck, I ruined it. We could've done something like see a movie or go out to dinner but I decided to work. Why? I hate working. Maybe I'll hate it a little less with him there with me.

He laughs softly, hes in a very giggly that's not a word bestie smh mood today. It makes me smile.

"Of course darling, when d'you wanna start?"

"Well, I need to get dressed first obviously." I say gesturing down at yesterday's hoodie and jeans ik he mighve not worn jeans I dont remember what I said sorry 😔🙏 .

"Ah, yeah probably a good idea. Hey, can I really keep this hoodie?" he asks me.

"Yes, of course Georgie, I really dont mind. What do you wanna do on stream? We could just chat and play a game maybe? I really dont know, my head is still killing me from yesterday so I'm not operating the best right now." I murmur.

"I'm sorry," he says, kissing the top of my head "im gonna make us breakfast now, I feel bad about before."

"Oh shit, what time is it?"

"Huh? Why d'you wanna know?" He picks up his phone. "Its just gone ten past 11. Are you ok, you look.. alarmed."

I was supposed to call James last night. Hes not doing the best right now, something to do with aria. For some reason, he insists to schedule our calls at least 3 days prior, I know, its weird but I enjoy talking to him so I dont really care.

"I need to go talk to someone quickly."

I have no idea why I was deciding to be so secretive about it, he's friends with James too. I know already that being secretive will not be good in the long run but there's something in my stupid, self sabotaging brain that's telling me to do it.

"Uh- Ok then, I'll make food and get the stream set up." he says.

I can tell he wants to ask who it is but he stops himself when he sees how I'm not looking at him in the eyes. I'm not even lying about anything. I want to hug him but I can't bring myself to do it. Why has my mood changed so suddenly? Maybe I'm just worried about Jim..

CBA TO FINISH AND I RLLY WANNA SKIP TO ANOTHER EVENT I HAVE IN MIND BUT I CANT YET