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Chapter 30- ruins everything (start of Pt.2)

TW: mention of self-harm, talk of eating disorder/ throwing up, kinda NSFW, like sort of some smut but like not really. Like- they have s3x, but I PROMISE ITS NOT TOO SUS LIKE READ IT

George's POV

I woke up with his arms around my waist. A month or two ago the idea of being so close to someone would scare me- the possibility of them knowing a lot about how I felt about myself, how I struggled. But now being aware that the boy lying with me DOES know all this, and instead of distancing himself he is here with his arms wrapped around me, I felt a familiar buzz in my stomach that let me know I was safe. Cared about. 

My eyes automatically looked up at his face, studying the way that his eyebrows furrowed in his sleep, the way his hair curled into his eyes, the way his mouth was slightly up in a smile. Even now, after weeks of waking up like this, I still got butterflies every time I counted the freckles dusting his face and neck. 

"Morning beautiful" he whispered gently, immediately making me blush as I realised he knew I'd been watching him. 

"H-hi," I mumbled back, staring fixedly at his, still closed, eyes. A grin spread across his face and he opened them slightly, revealing a sliver of green full of genuine happiness. It was an emotion I could recognise, and that in itself was amazing. 

 One hand left my waist to take my chin, bringing it towards him and- almost pressing our lips together. Clay grinned, glancing over my heated cheeks and surely desperate eyes. I wouldn't be surprised if the same happiness I could see in his expression reflected in mine, especially as he pulled me just that little bit closer and kissed me. Warmth, as it usually did, blossomed in my stomach as we greeted the morning with one another, never alone. 

I was never alone anymore.

"Let's get up, yeah?" I groaned in response to his words, burying myself deeper in his hoodie I was wearing and snuggling into his chest. "Georgeee" he giggled above me, bringing even more of a blush to my cheeks as I wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him. "i mphon't phhwant oo" came my muffled voice, grumpy even when quiet. "Ok, fine. Have it your way."

For a second I thought he was actually gonna stay with me, but then the sheets lifted and I knew I wouldn't be having my own way. Before I could wriggle away and stay in bed Clay's hands wrapped under my thighs as he moved himself around and stood up. A soft gasp escaped my lips and I wrapped my limbs firmly around him, clinging on as if for dear life. He giggled again, stoking my back gently with one hand whilst walking through to the bathroom. I bounced slightly as he took steps, making me sigh dramatically from annoyance.

"What's up with you Georgie?"

"You walk really violently, Clay." At this he started full on laughing, making me have to hold on EVEN tighter as the usual long wheeze escaped his lips. "Clay you're gonna drop me!!! Don't make me walk on the floor, I'll DIE!" 

Though my tone was 'angry' I couldn't help but smile as he moved his arms to hold me properly again, opening the door to the bathroom and walking over to the sink. I made some kind of 'kinky' joke, watching as he rolled his eyes and sat me on the side of the sink. "OH my god!" I cried out, quite over dramatically of course. Clay rolled his eyes, looking down at me warily. "What now??" 

"The sink is SO cold on my legs!" Indeed it was, bringing goosebumps all up my thighs. I groaned about it and complained while Clay cleaned his teeth and prepared my toothbrush for me as if I was a baby. 

"I am not your child, Clayton." I said in a posh voice as I took it from him and stuck my tongue out, rather- i dunno- childishly.

"Oh stop complaining and clean your teeth, you disgusting little gremlin" He muttered back, scrolling through his phone. I decided to give him a break and swung my legs back and forth absent-mindedly while cleaning my teeth. Clay didn't leave the room, and I had to stop myself from grinning like an idiot when I realised that it was because of the whole 'don't let me touch the floor' thing.