Slipped into the blanket just to do one thing: Cry.
Was panicking about everything that was happening this month, his band knocking down, that fucking acid and his boy mad at him.
Let's start, part to part, first of all, the thing with the band, it was being worse that he thought that would be, all the shows were terrible, before, during and after, it was a complete disaster, all of the three knew that could do a lot better, but they just couldn't, if he won a dollar for every single time that he called to Stigwood desperated wanting to go home, wouldn't need to work nevermore, everything was ruined, the cream has melted.
Second of all, the acid, doesn't even remember that shit's name, and don't need to know that was a bad idea, three days of pure anxiety and frequent thoughts about if it would end someday, terrible hallucinations, terrible pain and panic, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat meat, not even speak was easy, terrible idea, at least he had Charlotte was there to 'take care' of him, she is such an angel.
And the last one, and probably worse than the rest, his boy angry, yes, it's worse than the band going wrong, or the acid trip, but wasn't even his fault!
Okay, he played a couple songs to other people in LA, without permission... But in his head, it was just help! Showing that to people who are interested and all, but the other don't think the same, called him just to argue and yell at his ears, never felt so sad and disappointed before.
After a long time crying out loud, heard someone entering the room, didn't want anyone there now, but what to do if the invader is already in?
-Princess?- That voice, the last time that he heard it was yelling at the phone- The bad effect passed?
-Yes..- Mumbled sitting at te bed, like a kid apologizing their parents after breaking some plates.
-You can eat properly now?- Asked hugging his body and taking to his lap.
-Not everything, I still felling nauseous about meat, but it's getting better- Explained without looking at the other's eyes.
-Maybe because you should stop with it- Chuckled, taking a small box and giving to the youngest- Once you're better, it's for you.
Opened that and a lot of chocolate was revealed, he's so lovely...
-Thanks, Georgie- Said smiling woth the small love demonstration that recieved- Do you... Do you still mad at me?- Questioned, looking at his eyes and trying to hold back the tears.
-I wasn't really mad at you, just uncomfortable- Told him, an wave of calm touched his mind.
-What do you mean with "Uncomfortable"?
-Because you showed it to people that shouldn't be hearing that, I trusted you and you did it to me without asking for- Okay, maybe makes sense.
-But wasn't meant to cause that, just because I liked and thought that maybe- Tried to defend himself, in vain.
-I know, Princess, I understand it- Says cutting the other and laying at the bed- Im sorry for yelling, I shouldn't do it that way.
-And I'm sorry for showing what I shouldn't- Mumbled, was so embarrassed about it, it was really stupid to do, it was someone's work! Wouldn't be cool of was with his band work, and probably would yell a lot more and louder.
-Since when you don't sleep well?- Asked with the hands at his face.
-Since that, I guess, but I can't sleep- Complained low, yawning afterward.
-I can see, you look tired, baby- Whispered at his ear, making all his body shiver- Close your eyes, relax and try to, you need it.
And tried, a lot of times, but nothing seemed to work.
-Please, help me with this, Georgie...- Said once that they were a long time trying- Im literally begging you to.
-What do you want me to do? Sing lullabies?- Chuckled, with the hands at the youngest hair.
-Yes!- The older one rolls his eyes- Please...
-Let's see...- Mumbled, starting to sing 'You are my sunshine' shortly after- You make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away...
Didn't even heard the rest, it means that worked, and very well...
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Não FicçãoAlgumas histórias aleatórias que voam em minha mente de madrugada. Não sou uma escritora incrível, não sou fluente em inglês, mas estou me esforçando para fazer isto não acabar como lixo. Pedidos abertos :)