All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Fifteen -

George POV: 

I sit myself towards the back of the bus, so there is less of a chance of someone sitting next to me. It's only a 20 minute bus drive to get to Clays, so if I put my headphones in it'll go by in no time. Pulling my headphones out of my pocket and hitting shuffle on the playlist 'C & G <3'

 We made this playlist maybe a few months ago, it's just songs that we mutually agree are good. I glance out the window watching as the once busy street, turns quieter. The bus approaches yet another stop, letting a few people on. I don't really pay attention though, too concentrated on the pair of pigeons sat on the streetlight above. A guy sits in front front of me with his hood up but thats about as close as someone got. 

I'm beginning to feel a bit bored, so I look around the bus trying to see if my anything else grabs my attention. Looking down at my feet, noticing my shoe laces are undone. Well thats something to do I guess. I reach down to tie my shoe lace, purposefully going slow so it takes up more time. However, now I'm lower to the floor, I notice the guys phone down there too, pointing directly at me. Are they...recording me or something? The person snatches their phone away and coincidentally the bus stops, allowing him to hastily get off.

Perhaps he was just a fan? Why couldn't he just turn around and say 'Hi', I would've much preferred that rather than be secretly recorded like some sort of stalker- oh. Could that of been him? It's a bit far fetched but its a possibility? He was there, right in front of me. He literally could've done anything to me right then. Am I almost at Clays? Please say I am. I look to the left of me, trying to figure out if I'm almost there. Luckily, his street is just up ahead so I'll be with him soon. I'm really hoping that the guy was just a fan and not that creep. Maybe I'm being too paranoid. I hope so.

My stop neared and I prepare my things, which wasn't a lot, and walk to the front of the bus. The doors slide open; I swiftly thank the driver while stepping off. The thought of that guy in front of being my 'stalker' repeats over and over in my head, but I don't let it get the best of me. Although, the only thing I want to do is to curl up and cry right now, my mind wonders to other places, such as Clay and how I'm going to see him. As much as I don't want to admit it, I almost instantly calm down. 

As I turn the corner, the front of his apartment building comes into view. I wouldn't be surprised if he was watching me through his window making sure I got here safe; the thought causes a grin to appear on my face. I go to buzz in until I realise the door is already unlocked. Yep, that idiot is definitely watching me. 

I unlock his front door, calling out so he knows I'm here. Clay shouts 'in here', so I make my way to the living room. Cat comes running up to me, rubbing his head and back on my leg. I coo and lean down to pick him up. "Hey baby" I whisper, scratching behind his ears. "George!" I hear Clay say, before I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist. I lean back ever so slightly into Clays chest, while dropping Cat to the floor. "Hello" I say quietly, turning around to engulf him into an actual hug. Neither of us talk, just happy being in each others presence. "You okay?" Clay asks softly, bringing his left hand to my hair. I sigh before nodding. 

"How was the bus home?" do I tell him the truth? He's going to find out some way or another. "Uh well actually" I begin, pulling back from his chest. Clay frowns, clearly knowing something is up. He grabs hold of my hand and leads us both to the couch; sitting down and dragging me with him. He patiently waits for me to speak again.

"It was fine at first, but a couple of stops in a guy got on and sat right in front of me. He had his hood up so I couldn't really see who he was. I then leaned down to do my shoe laces and" I pause, breathing in a shaky breath "I just see him- holding his phone down and pointing it right at me! He was recording me sitting on the bus! I mean who does that?" I ask to no one in particular, throwing my arms up. "I mean he could just be a fan- but honestly who am I kidding. Clay it could've been- could've been the same guy who..." I trail off, rethinking the situation. Clays silence makes me doubt myself, thinking I was just paranoid. 

Clays eyebrows seemed to be permanently furrowed, along with the rest of his features. "Did he talk to you? Did he try anything?" He says, his voice a few octaves deeper. My eyes subtly widen, while my face begins to heat up after hearing his voice. "Um" my voice is strained, however I carry on "No he didn't- well I guess he didn't really have a chance too because I'm pretty sure he knew I caught him so he got up and left the next stop" I say, looking down in my lap, fiddling with my hands.

"I knew I shouldn't of let you get the bus back alone..." He trails off, continuing to curse himself under his breath. Frowning, I reach to grab his hand "Clay it's not your fault, we don't even know whether its the same guy or not -" He cuts me off "I mean of course it's the same guy! George he was literally so close to you, he could've done anything!" He says angrily, I try to cut in "Yes, but we were on a public bus-"but to no avail "It doesn't matter if you were on a bus or not George! He's a- he's a creep for fucks sake! Anything could've happened to you" He's now practically shouting; not directly at me but it still causes me to frown nonetheless. 

After he's finished his 'rant' the room falls silent once again. However this time it's not that welcoming, comfortable silence. It feels similar to that after feeling of an argument, which could be described as one of the worst feelings ever. Clay and I haven't actually had a major argument before, my dad always admired our friendship, calling it 'a one of a kind', which I would mutually agree with in my head but never outwardly said it. Although, I wouldn't necessarily describe this as an argument, just more of a conversation that got awkward. 

Clay is staring at nothing in particular, pulling at the loose fabric of his shirt. I decide I can't stand the silence much longer so I get up without saying anything, heading towards my bags. "Where are- where are you going?" Clay softly stutters, glancing sadly to my bags. "Well uh, we're going out soon aren't we? I should get ready.." I mutter, grabbing my clothes and walking down the hallway. 

Twenty minutes later and I'm out the shower. I don't think we're going anywhere fancy so I'm not wearing anything too formal. Just a sky blue sweatshirt with a pair of black jeans. I style my hair, making sure it's not too messy and I walk out the bathroom. Entering the kitchen, I watch Patches and Cat interact. Well actually, Patches is jealously watching Cat eat his food. Chuckling, I place Patches food bowl down on the floor, letting her eat too. 

Clay must've forgotten to put her food down beforehand. Wait, where is Clay? Has he gone out? I pull out my phone getting ready to call him, however I hear the door unlock. "George?" I hear an out of breath Clay shout down the hallway. I raise my eyebrows, walking over to the front door. When I see what he's holding, my face softens. He has a blue and white bouquet of flowers in his hands, contrasted against his flushed cheeks. "Clay?" I question, a smirk slowly growing on my face. "Okay listen- don't look at me like that idiot" He laughs breathlessly.

I decide I could tease him some more. "Who are these for Clay?" I ask innocently, smelling the flowers, my eyes never leaving his. I watch as he visibly gulps, his eyes basically bulging out his head "They are- they're for you" He admits, pushing the flowers into my chest. "For me? I would never have guessed!" I joked. Clay rolls his eyes "Shut up loser, you know they're for you" He deadpans. Oh my god, wait. I've only just realised. Clay bought me flowers? Holy shit. "Oh uh- thank you Clay" I mumble, my confidence slowly fading. He chuckles "I just thought it's the least I could do, considering you're taking me out to dinner" Clay teases. 

I reply with 'mhm', not knowing what else to say without embarrassing myself more. Hearing Clay laugh at my awkwardness, I turn to find a vase to put the flowers in. Returning back to the hallway not long after, I see Clay standing there messing around on his phone. I walk up to him feeling brave, so I grab his hand, catching him off guard. "Ready to go?" I ask, giving his hand a small but tight squeeze. He nods in response, offering me a flustered smile. I hum and lead us out the door.

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okay I kinda hate this chapter LOL