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Chapter 28- beautiful

George's POV

As I went into the room to change I felt excitement and nerves bubbling in my stomach. It was a strange mix of emotions rushing through my brain- anxiety, excitement, worry, insecurity, happiness and dread. It was all pretty conflicted, and I sighed as my mind fought over how to feel.

Just focus on getting ready. Worry about this later.

So I shoved it down, opened the wardrobe and rustled around for something to wear. I'll be honest, there wasn't exactly a variety of options.  T-shirts, hoodie, jeans, sweatpants. That, I thought, was all, and then I remembered something and my heart skipped a beat. 

Should I...?

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Dream's POV

I knew we wouldn't want to go anywhere SUPER fancy, so just grabbed black ripped jeans and a white dress shirt, leaving George the room to change. My next 10 minutes were spent brushing my teeth, my hair, pulling on vans and staring at my phone while I waited.

My attention was caught by slightly ragged breathing coming from behind our bedroom door, and I immediately got up to check on George. I knocked gently, waiting for a response.

"Hey, you alright? Do you need me to come in?" a small squeal reached my ears, again making me worried. "Georgie? I'm gonna come in ok?" And that I did, pushing open the door slowly and immediately feeling as though I made the right decision.

George stood in front of me, looking down at my shoes. And he looked-- adorable.

He wore an oversized light blue jumper, the sleeves so long that he only had the very tips of his fingers poking out of the end. A white collar came over the top of it, revealing his pale neck with a thin, silver chain around it -- but none of that was the best part. White socks went up to mid-way along his thighs, 2 blue circles at the top of each of them: and a short, white skirt was wrapped around his waist. Just to top it all off he wore his clout goggles atop his brown hair, and white doc martens on his feet.

For once in my life I was speechless. "Um...sh-should I go change? I got this a while ago, I wasn't really planning on wearing it, I was just seeing-"
"You look beautiful."

His pink face looked up at me in surprise, doe eyes blinking unsurely. A gentle smile grew over my lips and I reached out to take his hand, pulling him out of our room. George made random noises and questions as I tugged him round to the bathroom, opening the door and pushing him inside. 
"Put your left arm around my shoulders."

"Clay, wha-"

"Just do it!!"

He hesitated, looking at me as if I was crazy, but eventually reached out and did what I had asked. Quickly I bent down, wrapping my other arm under his legs and standing with George in my arms. My eyes met his and he blushed, tightening his hold around me.

"George," I spoke gently, knowing he felt the vibrations of my voice throughout his body, "look in the mirror." Confusion paused on his features, and remained when he turned to look at his reflection. I re-positioned him in my arms, leaning down to put my chin on his shoulder. 

"Look at how pretty you are. Really, really look at yourself. See the way your eyes sparkle, the way your hair bounces, the way your cheeks flush. Look at your perfect little body: your arms fit around me just right; your legs are just long enough to reach my lips if I bend down and you go on your toes; your waist is just the right size for my hands. Notice that you are SO small compared to me, my perfect little Georgie with his fingertips barely showing through a jumper that would probably be too small for me." He shuffled, mouth slightly open. "If anyone was to ever hurt him, wrong him, do anything against him, I'd be after them for it. And you've just seen why- you've seen how gorgeous, how amazing, how beautiful, how PERFECT you are," our eyes met again, but this time both pairs were full of tears. "So why would you want to do this to yourself? Why do you hate yourself? Why aren't you truly happy?"

He seemed confused and upset, assuming that I was actually asking him. I let him to his feet, looking down at him as he looked up at me. His hands were shaking against my chest, bottom lip quivering slightly and not making full eye contact. I took his chin in my hand, turning it gently to face mine. "It's because you've been hurting for so long, George, with no one to help. And you've forgotten how to help yourself."

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..hang on holy shit thank you for 1.4k--- HEH?? This was gonna be the date chapter lol, but I wanted to get more fluff in there. TOTALLY not because I have a bunch of sad shit coming up, no-no. Could NEVER be me. Ever.

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