without you

he promised - 9

Chapter 9 playlist: More - halsey, snow - ricky montgomery, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, putting a spin on riptide - egg, the fear of losing this - florist, hey little girl - sophiemarie.b, say you won't let go - james arthur, liability - lorde, Oh klahoma - jack stauber

George looked around. He was at the bottom of Big Ben. The sky was pouring down white powder that covered George's entire surroundings. He looked up. Snow was piling on top of George. He tried to wipe it and shake it off, but it stuck to him like glue. The snow continued to accumulate on George. Eventually, George was completely covered. The weight of the snow made him cave in. He fell to his knees.

"Help!" George screamed, "Somebody help me! Please!"

The snow muffled his words. He started to drown and suffocate. There was nothing left to live for here, and so he gave up. He let the snow consume him.

But then, he heard someone call his name.

"George!" A familiar voice yelled.

George woke up to Dream towering over him. "George, you ok? You started screaming for help."

George paused, getting used to his surroundings. "It was just a dream, thank god." George sighed in relief.

"You wanna talk about it?" Dream asked, his voice sounding gentle and kind.

"It was just a dumb dream, I get nightmares all the time." George replied.

"Ok, I'm gonna be in the kitchen. Sapnap ordered brunch if you want to join us."

"Thank you."

Dream kissed George's forehead and walked out of the bedroom. George's dream was strange, especially since it hadn't snowed and he had been feeling happy lately. He decided to just brush it off. He wanted to spend this day with Dream. Nothing was going to get in the way of that. Not even a little snow.

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George looked at himself in the mirror. He was getting ready for his date with Dream. They wanted to go to the cafe, but sit in this time. George decided to wear the dark green hoodie Dream gave him, gray jeans, and white high top converse. He walked out his bedroom door and saw Dream. He was wearing a blue shirt with a black jean jacket, black jeans, and checkered vans.

He's so pretty. George thought.

"You look..." Dream said, searching for the right word, "amazing."

"Thank you, you do too." George replied. He could feel his cheeks grow warm.

The two walked to the door and Dream opened it.

"After you." Dream said, gesturing out the door. George walked out and Dream followed, shutting the door.

The taxi ride there was uneventful. Dream and George held hands while the driver attempted to make conversation with them. They arrived at the cafe. It was extremely cold. Way too cold to sit outside. The couple quickly ran inside to catch the warm air. George shivered.

"You're already wearing my hoodie and there is no way I'm giving you my jacket." Dream said sarcastically.

"Shut up," George playfully punched Dream in the shoulder, "you know you would if I asked."

The couple giggled as they walked up to the counter. George ordered hot cocoa, a hot sandwich, and a chocolate chip muffin. Then, Dream ordered a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant. They waited for their food and drinks. When the food is ready, they went and sat at a table near the door.

"So," Dream started, "How are you?"

"Never been happier," George replied, "You?"

"I'm happy because you're happy."