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Chapter 27- kiss you on the countertop

TW: kissing, mention of eating disorder

Clay's POV

George didn't come out from his 'shower' for about 40 minutes. When he did he was sneaky, trying to be silent as he tiptoed back to our room to change. I turned to see a beautiful little brunette, a towel wrapped around his waist as his wet hair dripped over his cinnamon-coloured eyes. It took a lot to focus on what I was trying to say instead of just going over and kissing him.

"George." He didn't reply, just looked to the bedroom door slightly desperately. 
"George."This time he looked at me, waved and started casually walking away. I realised what he was doing, grabbing his wrist before he could lock himself in our bedroom. He looked up at me, sighed and turned. 

"What do you want Clay."

"You know the answer to that."
"I'm not eating."

"Yes you are, George, just something! It doesn't have to be a whole meal but it's been 24 hours you can't keep doing this to yourself!"

"Look I know you won't force me and I don't want to. I'm not willingly eating anything so putting those points together this argument is pointless. Just let me go change?" I stared at him for a second, his ambery-brown eyes looking determined and sure. Slowly, my grip loosened around his wrist and I took a step back. "Please?"

But he just turned and closed the door.

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About 20 minutes later I walked up to the door, knocking gently. I didn't get a real reply, just a short 'mhm' that sounded slightly muffled. 

"Hey, you ok? Can I come in?" this time no sound came in response. After a few seconds I pushed the handle down, opening the door to see George curled up on the bed hugging a pillow as if it were human. His cinnamon-coloured eyes were closed, gentle breaths leaving his lips. I smiled slightly as he squeezed the pillow tighter in his dreams and rested his head on it. 

It was 4:45pm, so quite early to be asleep, but the boy in front of me just looked so cute and it made my stomach go fuzzy. After about a minute of standing there, zoned out with a soft smile spread across my face, I knelt on the bed and nestled up to George. I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulling his back to my chest. He groaned slightly, giving a small sigh which I found frankly adorable. A hand slipped into mine and before I knew it the brunette had flipped himself over- still pretty much asleep- and pulled himself against my chest. His arms wrapped around my middle and he sighed again, this time close enough to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. Slight butterflies fluttered in my stomach as the warm; almost tickly feeling on my skin returned every time George exhaled. 

A soft feeling of just general positivity filled the room, keeping my heart beat fast and my eyes open. I wasn't at all tired, but was certainly happy for the cuddles I was getting so pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at it over fluffy brown hair. 

We stayed like that for about 40 minutes, me just mindlessly scrolling whilst the brunette in my arms made little sighs or noises matching his dreams. It was really cute, I must say, so when George stirred and opened his beautiful eyes to look up at me, dazed, there was a part of me that felt thoroughly disappointed (but seeing as the rest of me felt intensely happy I had no problem with that.)

"Morning gorgeous."

"Isn't it like 6?" He mumbled into my chest, still very tired.

"Well it's morning somewhere, and you are definitely gorgeous, so I'd say it's a win/win."

"You are, so stupid."

"Yeah, I am. Um- George.."

"If you're asking me to eat the answer's no."