I'll Never Forget

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TW's:
-Emotional abuse
-Homophobia

George's POV

A few weeks passed and I had texted a lot with Clay. Although today he would get brought to my place by the nurse who gave him her number. Luckily my mum was working, so we were just going to be home alone. Clay couldn't go upstairs, so we would just stay downstairs on the couch.

I was waiting after school for Clay to arrive and I was more than excited for him to come here. I missed him a lot and even though we texted a lot, I still missed his touch and his presence around me.

Clay's ankle was still doing really bad. It hadn't gotten less, he still couldn't walk and put any pressure on it. The pain was just as bad and he sent me a picture once of his ankle being extremely swollen. I was worried and told him to go back to the hospital, but his dad didn't want Clay to.

I heard the doorbell ring and jumped up as I ran to the door after. I opened it and Clay was sitting in a wheelchair, holding crutches as his nurse was behind him. I greeted his nurse and she walked off after a while.

'Hi,' Clay smiled, he blushed slightly and I helped him get inside.

I saw he had a lot of pain, I helped him get onto the couch and he sat down as he smiled at me.

'I missed you,' Clay muttered shyly.

'I missed you too,' I smiled and moved closer to him. He was resting his leg on a chair and had brought some ice to hold on it.

He smiled as he saw me moving closer and rested his hand on my leg, rubbing over it slowly. I blushed and felt butterflies fill my stomach as I felt Clay look at me. We stared at each other for a few seconds and started leaning in.

Clay rested his legs on the couch now as I sat on his lap, pressing my lips on his. Clay kissed back immediately and his hand went up to my cheek as we passionately kissed each other.

After a while, Clay deepened the kiss. I felt my face heating up even more and his hand went up under my shirt, rubbing my chest. I did the same to him and we kept kissing intensely.

Clay broke the kiss a little later to catch some air and he smiled with dark red cheeks. 'I love you, George.'

'I love you too, I hope we can see each other more.'

'I hope so too, I'll just tell my dad I'm going to football training, but I'll go to you.'

I smiled, Clay was still rubbing my chest and he looked down at his shirt. 'Want me to take it off?'

I giggled and shrugged. 'You do whatever you're comfortable with.'

Clay giggled, took his shirt off and threw it on the ground. I kissed his chest and Clay looked at my shirt. I took it off too and he kissed my chest now.

'You're beautiful, George,' Clay smiled.

'So are you.'

We smiled at each other and Clay pressed his lips on mine again, I deepened the kiss this time and we kissed passionately for a really long time, until the door opened.

TW HOMOPHOBIA/(EMOTIONAL) ABUSE

'Clay, HERE NOW.'

Clay broke the kiss immediately and kept his eyes closed as he sighed for a little. I looked to my side and I saw Clay's dad standing in the room. He looked at Clay furiously and I quickly stood up after I pulled on a shirt. Clay pulled on his shirt too, grabbing his crutches.

'I'm already going home,' he muttered. 'Why are you even here?'

'I followed you. Not without a reason.'

Clay struggled to get to his wheelchair, but his dad grabbed his crutches before he sat down. Clay fell down on the ground and I ran to him, helping him up.

Clay seemed to fight against his tears and I saw he was in a lot of pain. I tried helping him get into his wheelchair, but his dad pushed me away. 'Why are you making out with my son?'

I wasn't sure what to answer, so I stayed quiet, looking at Clay. He had managed to crawl to his wheelchair and sat down as his dad grabbed his hand tightly.

'I don't want to see you ever again, you're making my son gay. He has never had feelings for boys, he's just making it up.'

'I've been in love with George since I'm nine,' Clay whispered.

'You're making it up, you can't know if you like someone at that age. You're not gay and if you are, you're absolutely disgusting and wrong.'

'Then I'm disgusting and wrong, because I know for a fact that I like him.'

'That's not possible,' Clay's dad yelled and he pushed Clay against his shoulder.

'Well, it is. I don't think I would like making out with him otherwise and I don't think I would love seeing his bare chest otherwise.'

I was surprised about his confidence, but I saw him fighting against his tears and his pain meanwhile. I could see him trying to keep his foot as still as possible and each movement made him wince softly.

I pitied him a lot, but I didn't know what to do. As soon as I got close to him, his dad pushed me away. Before I even realised, Clay got pushed outside with his wheelchair and he got forced to get into the car. After he struggled for five minutes, his dad drove away very fast and I stood in my living room in shock.

I didn't realise half of what just happened, a few minutes ago I was kissing Clay and now he was gone. I didn't know what to do, I wouldn't be able to get into his house without his parents noticing. All I could do was wait for a sign of him. If I wouldn't hear anything within half an hour, I would call my mum immediately.

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Summary:
Clay's dad walked in on George and Clay kissing and forced Clay to come back home with him