BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 137: late night phone calls

Spoiler alert, a conversation in this chapter is one that I have with one of my wives (*cough cough* vose__ *cough cough*) daily.
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Clay POV.

I called George daily, every morning and night without his parents knowledge. It was sad having to see him like that, always snuggled up in a hoodie in my bedroom (which he barely left) with his dull, brown eyes.

Even though I wanted to find ways to distract myself I barely ever left the motel room. I turned away cleaners that came to clean and instead busied myself with the task. I'd only go outside for a walk a couple times a day, to get myself lunch or dinner or go to a shop and buy some food to keep in my room.

It was extremely difficult to go somewhere that didn't remind me of George.

Instead, I'd get Zak, Darryl, Nick, Karl and the new kid Alex to visit occasionally. They'd all come over and we'd watch a movie or play a game or something. None of them asked why I was staying here and not at George's home with him, I never answered their question and in less than the 3 days of them coming they'd dropped it.

They did talk to George though, and I'd ask Karl or Darryl to bring him a wrapped gift that I'd buy every day and then he'd open it on our call later that evening.

I was laying on my bed right now, holding my phone in one hand while the other rested over one of the plush motel room pillows (I hate to admit it but I miss being a Pillow).

George's face was visible in the screen and he'd opened a bag full of chocolates and sweets I'd gotten him from The Candy Cove (remember that place). He was eating them with his legs folded on the bed while talking with me.

"What's the name of the motel that are you staying at Clay?" The Brit asked again, in between mouthfuls of chocolate.
I gave a chuckle, "you know your dad would hate it if I told you, he wants us to spend time apart."

"He never said he didn't want me to know where you are staying, and I'm not saying that I'll come visit you. I want to know so that I can... avoid it." George lied.
"Sorry George, but I don't want you to get in trouble. I care about you and don't want you to get into trouble with your dad."
The brunette on the other end of the call let out a loud scoff, "he's in trouble with me... and my mother it seems."

"Also..." George continued looking directly into my eyes from through the camera, "why do you want me out of trouble? You fucking me almost brain-dead the other day is what got us into this mess!"
"Out of love, I corrected him, which caused us both to laugh slightly. "I fucked you brain-dead out of love."

We sat in silence for a moment as we thought over what we'd just said. The only noise being the crinkle of the chocolate wrappers as he moved another piece up to his lips and took a bite.

It was Sunday today, neither of us had gone to school since the Tuesday we skipped with George being... Sick.

The two of us talked with eachother for a while longer, nothing too much to note but eventually it passed 11pm and I watched him let out a yawn.
"Tired Georgie?" I asked him, earning a quiet hum in reply.
"Baby go to bed." I instructed earning objections from him.

"Clay. I'm fine, can we please just talk for a while longer please?" He asked, his large round eyes shining expectantly as his face was illuminated in the bright screen.
"But you'll be tired tomorrow though, which means more time you can't spend talking with me."

The brunette thought it over for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh. "Fine. I'll go to sleep... Goodnight Pillow,"
I smiled at him, "Goodnight Georgie, I love you."
"Goodnight." He said again before hanging up.

I gave a sad sigh, wishing he'd stayed even though I'd told him not too. I plugged my phone on to charge before rolling over and trying to go to sleep.

George POV.

I hung up the phone and my expression immediately saddened like it did every time a call ended between me and the blond.

Even though Clay told me to go to sleep I instead called Zak, even though it was late.
The phone rang a couple times before the ravenette answered.

Zak POV.

My arms were wrapped around Darryl's body as he slept against me. The two of us had been watching movies all night and I was almost finished this one as he slept and then I would carry him to the bed.

My phone suddenly started to vibrate in my pocket, the one that Darryl was laying over. He stirred a bit as he readjusted himself before falling back into asleep.

I slid my phone under his torso and into my pocket then grabbed the phone without waking him.

"Hello?" I answered, trying to stay quite as to not wake my sleeping boyfriend.

George POV.

"Hello?"
"Hey Zak. Sorry if I woke you up." I apologized.
"No, no. I already was awake. If you wake Darryl however then you are a dead man George."

"I will try not too. I was just wondering what motel Clay was staying in?" I asked him, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"Wouldn't you already know that? I thought he would have told you." Zak questioned.

He, Darryl, Nick, Karl and the new kid Alex had visited me daily, they also visited Clay which is why I was getting daily gifts from him. I'd told them that I'd been sick with a rare disease that most people were immune to but Clay wasn't.

They'd managed to believe it but if they had been paying attention every time one of us were sick, hungover or depressed we would stay with the other no matter what.

"He knew I'd probably leave if I knew where he was so I could cuddle with him, so he didn't tell me." I lied, but Zak believed the explanation.
"Well he is at the Mid-city motel at (make up address). Room 12, right at the end," Zak said.

After that we had a moment of silence before the ravenette spoke up again."I have to go now, Darryl's going to wake up and he'll want cuddles. Night George."
"Night Zak." I responded, before hanging up the phone.

✨Time skip✨
The next day.

I got up, making it look like I was going to school and ate breakfast. My dad seemed sorry but smiled as I said goodbye to him and my mother.

I walked downtown, it took just over an hour and now was standing outside the Mid-city motel, the parking lot was near empty and I walked across it.

Once I got to the door I stood in front of it for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. But eventually I nodded on the wooden door.
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