I didn't know

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George POV
I woke up to the sun slightly peeking trough the curtains. I closed my eyes again since I felt warm and comfortable.

Wait. warm and comfortable? Didn't I fall asleep on a park bench?! Did someone kidnap me?! My eyes suddenly shot open as I tried to get up when I realized that something is holding me down by my waist. I tried getting up again when I felt the grip on my waist slightly tighten and I heard a groan coming from behind me. I froze. There was someone laying in bed with me. Well more like I was laying in bed with someone.

I slowly turned around trying not to wake the person behind me. But as I turned around I couldn't quite believe my eyes. Laying there was Clay. Like the Clay. What the hell.

How did I get here. Why was I at his house? Did he get me from the park yesterday? Why did do that and why do I kinda like the idea of him caring for me? Wait no. He probably did it out of pity or something.

As I laid there actually realizing what situation I was in I found myself staring at Clay. I've got to admit it that I once again realized how good looking Clay ways as he laid there.

His dirty blond here slightly covering over his eyes. He has long full eye lashes and freckles all over his cheeks and nose. A sharp jawline and maskulin facial features. Of course everyone in school is drooling over you when you look like that.

I turned around and laid down again. Should I wake him up? What would I say? He's gonna wake up eventually. But I'd be weird of me to wake him, right? As I laid there I noticed that i didn't wear my hoodie anymore. Well it's not like I'm not wearing any hoodie but I'm not wearing my hoodie.
Did he change me out of my clothes?

Wait.
If he did change me out of my clothes, then he must've seen everything. And I mean like everything.
Just then I noticed how both of my arms were bandaged. Did he take care of them? He saw my cuts? He probably thinks I'm a fool now. What if he thinks I'm some weak idiot now? Why did he take care of me in the first place? Why didn't he leave me at the-

I noticed movement from behind me and I felt the arm that was wrapped around my waist left it's place. I've got to admit I was kinda sad that he pulled his arm away. I felt kinda cold suddenly. 'George?' I heard him say. Fuck. I have to answer him now. 'y-yeah?' I was really nervous of what he's gonna say.

'Oh uh Good Morning I guess. Uhm you must be really confused I assume. I mean I don't think you had expected to wake up here in the morning right?' he said sounding kinda nervous. 'Well no I guess?' I said. 'Yeah uhm it's kind of a long story but to sum it up. Me and Nick were worried yesterday night so we drove to the park to see if you're safe since it was really cold last night and we found you laying on that bench and uh I decided to take you to mine rather than the hospital since I assumed you wouldn't like that. So yeah we took you here and took care of uh your wounds and I gave you some new clothes and yeah now you're here' he said rather quickly.

I stayed silent 'What are you waiting for?' I said in a monotone voice avoiding eye contact. 'What do you mean?' he said confused. 'You must think I'm a fool now. My house. My dad. Seeing me sleeping on a park bench. My body. My cuts. You've seen it you probably think of me as an even bigger idiot than before' I said still avoiding eye contact. 'Wha- George look at me' he said and I looked up to him.

'I know me and my friends were not nice to you at all. I know. And you don't know how guilty I feel for being a massive asshole towards you. I really do. But no matter what I would never make fun of you for being in a situation like you are right now.
You are such a strong person and if we would've known you're going through something like that we would've never said these things to you. You probably think of me as a jerk that hates you. And I can understand that to a 100 percent. But no matter how big of a jerk I was towards you, I would never and I mean never make fun of you for having to deal with family issues or you hurting yourself because that is not something to make fun of. Believe me I would never. Me and my friends wouldn't have made fun of your grades, if we knew that something like that is the reason to it. We also wouldn't have made fun of you in the first place if we would have known that you have mental health problems okay?
And yes I know that me saying that does not make up for the things we did to you and you don't ever have to forgive us but just know that I am so so fucking sorry for everything'

Clay POV
'You don't have to say that, I'm worthless anyways' hearing these words from George broke me even more.
'George you are not worthless. You are not okay? I know your going through a lot and I know you don't have anyone that is there for you but guess what. I am there for you. You are the most gorgeous person I've ever seen George. And you don't see that.
There is one thing missing that makes you perfect George you know what that is?' he shook his head with tears forming in his eyes. 'It's you realizing how beautiful and strong you are. I know I've been a jerk towards you but I promise I'll change.
George are you willing to go through this difficult phase you're in right now with me?' I looked him deep in the eyes. He seemed to be thinking about it when he spoke up. 'I am willing to try' he said and I felt a smile making its way on my face. 'Thank you George' I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

He seemed to be taken aback by that gesture but hugged me back after a moment.

When I pulled back I spoke up again. 'Oh and one more thing George' he looked up to me again curiously. 'I don't want you to go back to him. I want you to stay here' he smiled slightly. 'I don't want to go back either. Is it okay if I stayed here are your parents okay with that?' I just nodded and he smiled.

'You should do that more often it looks good on you' I said and smirked slightly as George blushed. 'Shut up'
'hmm no' I said.

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