All I Want || dnf

- Chapter Seventeen -

George POV:

Clay and I arrived back at his apartment around an hour ago and now I'm in his spare bedroom unpacking a few things, whilst he's in the living room. I take out a few of my shirts and hang them on hangers in the closet, folding my pants into drawers and finally plugging my charger into the wall beside my bed. I should go to bed soon. 

After I finally get myself settled into bed, I hear a faint knock on my door. I shout a quick 'come in!' waiting for whoever is on the otherside, presumably Clay, to walk in. He opens the door, greeting me with a shy smile. I offer a small one back and pat the space on the bed beside me. The blonde boy in front of me doesn't waste anytime and swiftly makes his way over. 

He also looks ready for bed, with a plain white shirt paired with his infamous grey sweatpants. I remember his fans getting 'grey sweatpants' trending worldwide once, then Clay calling me later all flustered and embarrassed, whining because "now they think I'm a chad!".  A strained laugh escapes my mouth. 

"What are you giggling about" Clay pokes at my side, rather awkwardly considering the way we're sitting. "Just a funny memory thats all" I smile to myself as the room falls silent again. Clay clears his throat "Well uh- the reason I came in was to apologise for earlier I guess" he brings his hand up to the back of his head to lean on against the headboard "I mean I know I bought you the flowers but it was hardly an apology-" I cut him short "Wait what are you even apologising for?" I ask.

Clay huffs then turns on his side, now facing me. "I completely lost my shit George, I shouldn't of yelled like that. I don't know I just hate arguing, especially with you of all people and I've felt bad ever since so I wanted to say sorry" he explains. My eyebrows furrow further as I listen to his apology, confused by his sudden outburst.

"Why are you apologising idiot, I'm not even angry. Sure it was awkward, but I get why you were mad" I smile, reaching over Clay to grab the remote and also turning the lamp off at the same time. "What do you want to watch?" I ask excitedly, trying to ease the thick tension in the room. However, instead of answering Clay is deep in thought, chewing at his bottom lip. He's too adorable. I ruffle his hair "Clay I'm not mad I promise, stop overthinking it" I start, waiting for his reaction however his face keeps a mutual expression. "I could never be mad at you" I grab his hand, making sure to keep my grip tight.

That seems to knock him out of his small trance as he lifts his head up to grin at me. He locks eyes with me "Thank you, George" He whispers, almost too softly catching me completely off guard. My cheeks redden, but I don't dare break eye contact with him. He only laughs and shuffles closer to me; wrapping his arm around my shoulders in the process, pulling me closer into his side. "Lay down and get comfy, put any movie you want to watch on I'm kind of tired anyways" Clay rests his head on top of mine, already closing his eyes.

I randomly click on the movie 'Bolt' before getting comfortable against Clays side. "I'm excited to watch you perform" the blonde slurs his words. He begins gently massaging my shoulder with his thumb whilst nuzzling his cheek into my hair. I hum, suddenly too tired to respond. Clay continues "I heard you singing in the shower- I don't think you knew I was there-" He pauses to laugh "and- and I remember thinking 'god his singing voice is pretty' and- wait no good, not pretty- no I mean it is pretty, very pretty- its just-" I giggle tiredly "I'm just going to stop speaking" Clay says, clearly flustered.

I frown "No don't stop, I like your voice. I think your voice is pretty" I say without thinking. However when I slightly lift my head to catch a glimpse of Clays flushed cheeks, I don't regret it. "So what, do you just want me to carry on speaking?" He asks jokingly. But I nod my head "Yes please". I move my head down onto his chest, bringing my hand to rest on his lower stomach (a/n not in a sexual way u freaks). Clay hums, slowly slipping his spare hand into mine. 

"What would you like me to talk about" Clay asks, bringing his tone down a notch, keeping his voice gentle knowing how tired I am. "Anything, just talk" I plead, closing my eyes. Clay begins softly and quietly telling me about how one time he passed out in his front garden instead of going to school because he stupidly stayed up all night playing Minecraft. I giggle at the funny parts, slowly feeling myself loose consciousness. I feel Clays head move to look down at me, obviously realising I'm falling asleep. Suddenly, a pair of lips kiss my forehead. "Goodnight George" A sleepy Clay mumbles into my hair. 

- 995 words 

yeah yeah I know this is short I am writing the next chapter rn so that will be out either tonight or  tomorrow, also I realised I keep ending chapters with them cuddling which is KINDA BORING but also kinda cute but oh well

again sorry for the very very very slow updates, literally just started college and only get tuesdays off and I work on weekends SO ITS HARD IM SORRY ANYWAYS LOOK AFTER URSELFS <33

also I dont usually check the reads and votes of my books but wtf already 10k reads????????????/ ur kidding me u guys are so cool and so swag love u all