One more night

[11]

George's head was already pounding and he'd barely just opened his eyes, the light peaking in through the curtain irritated his eyes instantly putting him a bad mood. He groaned pulling the duvet over his head and sheltering his eyes from the outside in a weak attempt to rid himself of the migraine he'd awoken with.

"I see somebody has finally awoken" A gentle chuckle sounded with the creak of a door recognisable as dreams.

"mhm" George grunted keeping the duvet over his head, closing his eyes.

"You've gotta get up y'know, it's three pm" A weight on the edge of the bed was felt, just annoying George now, from dream sitting down.

"whatever, i'm tired, fuck off"

"you're not the nicest in the mornings," Drram paused tugging on the duvet to try and reveal george's face, yet george just tightened his grip, "i brought you painkillers and water, the least you could do is take them" Dream laughed, the sound of dream placing stuff on the bedside table just irritated George more.

"Can you shut up" George groaned.

"oh," Dream paused, standing, the weight of him on the bed being lifted, "yeah, sorry, uh- sorry George" Dream trailed out of the room, the freak of the door opening and closing was the last sound.

George grunted pulling the duvet over his head, letting himself free. He huffed, his eyes glancing to the water and pills on the side, he took them before flopping back under the duvet and closing his eyes.

After an hour of napping, he woke feeling a lot better, the headache had since left and he wasn't in such a bad mood. He always forgot how irritable hangovers made him, his mother was much worse after being drunk, she'd actually throw things and yell. Was George as bad as his mother? Ouch.

That was a thought that hurt, he didn't mean to be so aggressive.

He probably hurt dream, being so snappy and all, George ran a hand through his hair. His eyes caught himself in the mirror, he really did look like his mum.

He loved his mum, he loved her so much, but she hurt him more than anyone else in the world had.

He grabbed his phone, attempting to switch it on, it was dead. He looked for the character but it wasn't there.

He sighed, getting out of bed, he slid his phone into the pocket of his shorts that he'd fallen asleep in.

Upon leaving his room, he called out for Dream.

"Dream?" He walked into the kitchen, hm, not there.

"Dream? Do you have the charger?" George stopped in the living room, he wasn't there either, weird. Yet the charger was. George plugged his phone into the charger and began to look for Dream again.

He walked back into the kitchen, not noticing a note on the counter.

'hi george, u seemed a bit grumpy earlier, sorry :(. i went out to give u some space. hope u feel better soon :p

- dream <3'

oh.

he had definitely upset dream.

George huffed, bored with no phone, he decided to have a look around. He went to Dreams room, noticing something sticking out from the wardrobe (that had been left partly open, Dream must've opened it earlier and attempted to shut it quietly, in result to that not shutting it properly)

With curiosity getting the better of him, he tugged on it, pulling out a light brown acoustic guitar. It's as pretty, on the back carved messily.

'dreams'