BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 76: forgiving?

I considered being a dick and skipping a chapter today to make you all freak out or worry or something but I decided not to.

Feel grateful about that.
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Clay POV.

Hours passed, and George stayed in his room. Sometimes I held my ear against the wall connecting my room to his to see if he was still in there, and often I would hear quiet sobs.

I tried to decide whether to go in or not. Believe me, all I wanted to do was kick his door down, run into his room and hold him. I'd calm George down and kiss him tell him that I was sorry and that everything will be alright, but that can't happen can it?

Right now, my back was against the wall, listening to the occasional sob coming from the brunette on the other side. I clenched my fists in anger. I was angry at myself for dancing with that girl, and I was angry at that girl for kissing me without permission and I was angry at all those assholes we went to school with that hurt Georgie.

Eventually I heard the sound of a door opening and someone walking towards my room.

George POV.

My body was curled tightly as I kept thinking and crying, occasionally punching the bedsheets in frustration as I lay there. Every part of my body had a different idea on what to do, I wanted to just stay here, I wanted to beat up someone,  I wanted to smash something.

But mostly, I wanted Clay.
I've already forgiven him, but wasn't sure if I could forget what happened.

Eventually I ran out of tears and just stayed in my ball, long, slow breaths being the only thing to keep me distracted.

I sat up slowly and thought it over, I need to tell Clay I accept his apology. With slow steps I made my way over to the door, before opening it. After slow shaky steps I reached Clay's room and tentatively knocked on the door.

A few seconds later the blond opened it, he looked surprised to see me and I wrapped my arms around my chest with my gaze averted from his. "Hey Georgie" Clay spoke gently as he took in my tear stained cheek.

I mumbled a small 'hi' back and glanced meekly up at him, taking several deep breath before speaking. "I... I just wanted to say that I-I accepted your apology."
Clay smiled softly at my sentence and tried to pull me into a hug but I stepped backwards to avoid him.

The blond looked slightly disappointed as I did this but didn't try to get him to hug me again.

We stood in an awkward silence for a few moments, both unsure of what to do. Then I gave a small smile and turned to return to my room. I heard Clay shifting slightly, probably wanting to follow me but he didn't do anything.
Did I want him to follow me?

I shook the thought from my head, before shutting the door to my room and sighing slightly.

Clay POV.

The near-silent cries died out, I strained to listen for them but soon heard a small knock on the door of my room. I stood and walked to the door and opened it, where George shifted uncomfortably, glancing up at me momentarily before looking away again.

"Hey Georgie." I gave a small smile, which he didn't see.
He mumbled something, possibly a 'hello' or something.
After a moment he began talking again, "I... I just wanted to say that I-I accepted your apology."

The brunettes eyes finally left the ground for more than ten seconds as his eyes met mine. I gave a small nod in understanding then tried to pull George into a hug.
Immediately the Brit took a step back and I figured he may be slightly uncomfortable so I let him without trying to hug him again.

Both unsure what to do, we stood in silence, never once meeting eachother's gaze. Without another word between us George spun around and began heading back to his room. I took a step forward to reach for him, but I pulled my arm back immediately, he clearly wanted to be left alone.

When he was gone I internally cursed. I should have said something, my eyes trailed over to his door, and I wanted to follow him but didn't. Should I have?

No, definitely not.

I turned away and headed back into my room before sitting on my bed. I should do something to make him feel better. So I pulled my phone from my pocket and began planning.

✨Time skip✨

✨Sparkles✨

✨And more sparkles✨

Apparently George's favourite takeaways was Chinese, so that's what I carried to his room before knocking on the door. The brunette told me to come in and so I did.

He was laying on his bed, watching a movie and bundled up in a pile of blankets. I also noticed he was wearing an oversized lime green hoodie (I wonder who that belongs too).

"Hey Georgie." I said, bringing my eyes up to meet his.
"Hey" he simply replies quietly.
I couldn't help but notice how hungrily he looked at the food in my arms, had he even eaten today?

"You hungry?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He sat up straighter and nodded, before attempting to sit up. George stopped when I made my way over to the bed and placed a box of steaming chicken fried rice in front of him.

The brunette gave a nod of thanks and began eating, a thick fluffy black blanket was draped around his shoulders to keep him warm as he sat with his back to the movie. I also sat down eating my Chinese with some distance between us, (although both of them definitely wanted to be closer to eachother).

Once we both finished eating George allowed me to stay and watch the rest of the movie with him, and I felt him slowly slide over until he was right beside me and the blanket covered both of us. His head rested on my shoulder and eventually I felt him slowly drifting off to sleep.

His arms wrapped themselves around my waist as he struggled to keep his eyes open and leaned his weight against me.

I was still sitting upright and he mumbled sleepily against me, "Pillow, can you please lie down and do your job."
My eyes widened slightly in suprise at his request, I assumed he'd still be kind of pissed with me because we all know how Gogy likes to hold a grudge. However, my expression quickly changed to a smirk as I laid myself down and pulled the half asleep Brit on top of me.

"Georgie" I spoke softly after a few minutes, unsure whether he was awake or not. I got a hum as an answer and so I asked him a question, "are you still mad at me?"
My expression saddened a bit when he gave a small nod. Nonetheless I continued, "is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

George thought for a moment before answering, "be a good pillow and shut up, I wanna sleep."
I rolled my eyes and complied, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead just before we both fell asleep.
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1237 words.

Honestly didn't know what to do with this chapter. But yeah.