BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 88: what you think.

Clay POV.

4 days passed, George didn't leave his room once and I was getting increasingly worried. He never did talk, or move or anything really when I walked in, instead he'd just cry quietly in the corner, ignoring me entirely.

I'd go and check on him often sometimes when I'd walk in I would find him curled up in the corner, other times on the bed and sometimes he'd be sitting against the door so I couldn't get in at all.

Thankfully even though he didn't come out or do much, George did eat. I'd leave him food every day at breakfast, lunch and dinner and by the time I returned it would be gone and the brunette would have moved.

After going through this for a few dozen times I decided I needed to talk to him and opened the door to his room. I took in the dark space and my eyes glanced over to the brunette who was the curled on the bed.
I took a deep breath and walked over to him.

George POV.

After hearing what those girls said I never wanted to leave my room. I always took these kinds of things way to personally and it took ages for me to get over things like that.

So I was arguing with myself, wanting to lock myself away in my dark room for the rest of my life and get a pillow to bring me the tasty food he makes every day for the rest of my life or go back to *groans* school.

Currently it was just before dinner, I was laying on my bed and just listening to some music when I heard a knock at the door. Clay's voice was heard over the music, "Georgie, can I come in please?" he asked.

I sat up slightly and looked in the direction of the door, but then just laid back down without responding. The blond had gotten used to me not replying to him speak over the past 120 hours so he just let himself in.

I felt his eyes scanning the room for several moments before they landed on me, then I felt like he began to relax slightly, why though, no need for him to relax around me.

Clay took several quick steps over to the bed and I listened as he sat down behind me. "Hey Georgie" the blond spoke quietly. After that he waited a few seconds for me to respond, although neither of us expected that I would.

Eventually he continued, "listen Georgie... I-" he let out a small sigh, "-I don't know what happened but I can't help you unless you talk to me about it... so please talk to me because I hate seeing you like this."

I just responded with a quick shake of my head before feeling him move around slightly. The next thing I knew he had turned me around so my head was resting on his lap.

My eyes trailed up to look at the blond, my vision quickly getting blurry as i felt a sob raising in my throat, my body readying to cry again. He just looked back down at me before slowly moving his left hand down to wipe away my tears with his thumb, and shushing me as he rubbed small circles on my back with his right hand.

"Please Georgie, you can tell me and I'll help make it better, I promise." 
I glanced up briefly, only to see the blond studying me closely to see if he could figure out what was wrong without me talking.

At an unhurried pace he watched as I lifted my body so I was at eye level with him, and I could make out my reflection from the shine in his eyes. "Please," he replied quietly, at a volume that was nearly inaudible.
"F-fine," I muttered, averting my gaze,  "people said some stuff that just... I don't know got under my skin or something."

I willed myself to look back up at the blond, seeing him looking at me but with a slightly eased expression since i had finally talked to him. "What kind of things did they say?" Clay asked me, before lowering his hand so it hooked under my chin and I couldn't avert my gaze again.

"A-a lot of things," I simply replied, but the look Clay gave me told me he wanted more of an explanation so I gave him more, recounting everything that those mean ass girls had said at the locker. At some point, I'm uncertain when exactly, he had ended up pulling me into a loving hug against him.

When i finally grew quiet he spoke, "do you really believe all the things that they say? Do you honestly think that you are ugly and worthless and that it is a waste of time me defending and protecting you?"

I just glanced back down into my lap, not wanting to meet his eyes or answer his question. 
"George? Answer me, is that what you think?"
He watched as I gave a small nod then the blond sighed slightly.

"Georgie... Why... would you ever... think that." Clay seemed taken aback by what I had said.
"Because... Because it's true." I replied, not wanting to look up at the disappointment in his eyes.

The hand that the blond had wrapped around my back tightened, and his expression seemed to shift so now it wasn't just sad it was an angry-disappointed cocktail mix.
"Georgie. It is not true and I don't want to hear you saying that ever again. Okay?"
Finally I looked back up at him and nodded, "okay," I replied.

With that the blond smiled as he pulled me down so I was laying on top of him on the bed with my head resting on his chest as his fingers played with my hair lovingly.

For the first time in almost 5 days we were both happy to finally have been reunited. I was back where I belonged, with my Pillow.

We sat in silence for a few moments until eventually Clay spoke up. "On a more positive note it is your birthday next week" he pointed out, "is there anything that you want?"
I simply replied with 'cuddles' and the blond laughed.

"Obviously I was gonna give you cuddles Georgie. I always do.
But is there anything that you want that aren't cuddles, possibly something that you can't have until you turn 18." (Clay clearly already has some plans for George's birthday if you know what I mean 😏).

"Nope. Just cuddles." I responded, then I turned over so my back was to the blond.
Still, I was happy that I was where I belonged with my Pillow.
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