Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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That night, I did end up vomiting a lot. I refused to let George see me how I was. I only let Jeena into the bathroom to help me.

Thankfully, it didn't last as long as I expected.

George didn't let me sit alone, and made me nap with my head in his lap, which I wasn't mad about. It was soothing the way he was playing with my hair. The three of them ate snacks while I tuned in and out listening to the audio every few minutes of the TV. I think I was out like a light for more than an hour and a half since the three were watching a movie. The next thing I remember was feeling like I was floating, and squinting my eyes open to see that I was being carried to my bed.

I wished I had enough energy to get changed since I knew I one hundred percent stunk. Although I could barely make out my surroundings, I still felt sad that George had to endure that the entire night.

He didn't seem to mind though, because soon I felt him get in next to me, pulling me into his bare chest as close as he could. I felt his arm with my hand, and his hoodie was off. He was so warm, like a radiator. I shiver a bit.

I felt safer sleeping than I had in days.

April 12th, 1984

This morning was very bright. A small opening between my curtains illuminated my room perfectly. My eyes were still slightly blurry with sleep. But when I turned over, George was once again already awake. I didn't get to say a word before he kissed me, deeply and strong, barely letting me come up for air.

"You're in a good mood." I giggled.

"I'm just so happy to be back," he said. "Here, with, you." He kissed me between every word.

"You know what I've missed?" I asked

"Hmm?"

"Your hair."

He laughed. "My hair would like to have a word with you."

George ducked his head and shoved it in my face; making me laugh harder now.

"Hey," he touched my ear lobe. "My earring, I've been looking for that."

"Oh yeah, here you can have it. I figured I'd hold onto it for you." I started to take it out.

He took my hand. "No, keep it. It looks good on you. I'll just get another set."

"Oh, gosh...," I sighed. "I'm so sorry, I need to shower."

He rubbed my cheek. "Don't stress about it, no big deal."

I got up slowly to make sure I wouldn't get too dizzy, and walked into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door fully.

I turned the water onto the hottest setting and felt my toes tingle when the water hit them.

I knew the weather has been getting warmer recently, and there was almost zero chance snow would ever fall anytime now. It was basically spring, so I figured I'd wear jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt. Maybe George's, if he has one in his suitcase. I don't even care it's not washed, as long as It smelled like him.

I heard the door squeak open.

"Deej, how are you this morning?" It was Jeena.

"I'm fine, my head hurts a little but I think it all came up last night and I slept most of the rest off," I said. "Why exactly did you come into my room knowing George was here?"

"I had to make sure you weren't dead, whether or not he was."

"Whatever, I'm fine." I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling.