WORDS LEFT UNSAID (dnf)

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omg hey, y'all like Harvey sm so I'm changing up the plot🙄☝️but yall are gonna have to go through a fluff chapter first🖕

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The brunette slept undisturbed throughout the night, only waking when an alarm he had forgot he had put on began blaring. Groaning, he brought his hand up from underneath the covers and began hitting the alarm, it took a while for it to stop, but it eventually did.

Shoving his head into the pillow, the male let a string of curses leave his mouth. With much reluctance, he swung his legs from under the covers, the coldness of the atmosphere catching him off guard slightly. Leisurely, he brought his self upright, eventually standing up.

Stretching, the males gaze darted around his room, everything was the same as the night before. Stumbling forwards, he walked towards his drawer of clothes, pulling it towards him. Rubbing his eyes, he searched through the draws, pushing his clothes aside.

Alas, he settled upon an old grandpa sweater which he didn't even know he had, loose blue jeans and red converse which he had dug up from the bottom of his wardrobe. Sighing, he began undressing, throwing the clothes he had slept in onto the unmade bed.

After slipping the sweater over his head, he pulled the jeans over his legs. Bending down slightly, he cuffed the bottoms of his jeans seeing as they were slightly too long at the end. Searching his drawers again, he pulled out some colourful cartoon socks which he seemed to have a good collection of. Once he had those on, he shoved his feet into his shoes, tying his laces afterwards.

Humming a song he had recently heard, he began to walk over to his bathroom, which was located the other side of the room. Once he'd opened the door, he stepped inside, his shoes clacking against the floor as he entered. Glancing upwards, his fatigued reflection greeted him in the mirror.

Rolling his eyes, he walked towards the sink, grabbing his toothbrush out of the holder it was in. After he'd unscrewed the toothpaste lid, he put some on his toothbrush which he was holding in his other hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, he began brushing his teeth.

[A/N what else do you think you'd do with a toothbrush you dirty ppl.]

After a few minutes he let the water run onto his toothbrush, before putting it back into its holder. Cupping his hands in the sink, he gathered some water before splashing his weary face with it. That sure woke him up seeing as he jolted back slightly at how cold the water actually was.

Grabbing the towel from the side, his eyes glued shut, he began rubbing away the excess water. Opening his eyes again, it came to his attention that he looked a considerable amount better than before.

Done in the bathroom, he walked back out into his room, switching the light off as he did. After walking across the room back to his desk, he got out the notepad and pen, which he had been using the previous night. After doodling on a blank page for a few minutes, he flipped to the page which had the lyrics for the new song on.

The page currently read,

Darling,
I'm with St. Bernard and we're,
Scouring the Alps and the Andes,
And if they die then it is on my head,
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne,
To my bed

After a minute of two of sitting there thinking, he scrawled down the next few lines of lyrics,

Your pouting in your sleep,
I'm waking still yawning,
We're proving to each other,
That romance is boring,

Just as he was about to write down the next line, the monotonous voice of his dad shouting his name echoed throughout the house.

"YES?" He shouted back, although no answer was available.

Groaning to himself, he put the notepad back onto the desk and rose from his sitting position. Once he reached the door, he tugged down on the handle, allowing him to exit and walk into the stretching hallway.

Atlas, he reached the stairs, which lead down to the first floor, and also ended directly infront of the front door. The male was taken back slightly when he saw his boyfriend and father who he had previously presumed to be homophobic engulfed in conversation.

Eyes widened, he began speed walking down the steps, only catching the attention of the other two when he reached the bottom step.

"Clay! What are you doing here?" George inquired in a voice you wouldn't be able to tell if was threatening or welcoming.

"You didn't forget about our day out did you?" The blonde smirked in a taunting manner, watching the smaller male as he arrived by his side.

"This lovely gentleman was just telling me about how you and your so called band performed in a casino last night, is this true George?" The older male inquired, an unreadable expression on his face.

"uh yeah," The brunette smiled awkwardly, silently elbowing clay in the gut.

"Well that's fantastic, but I'm not sure it's very age appropriate," His father smirked before turning on his heel and walking away.

The duo watched the older male disappear into the house, relieved looks on both of their faces. Once he was completely out of view, the blonde slung an arm around the other males shoulder seeming carelessly.

"Your dads pretty cool, might have to dump you and get with him," Clay taunted, ruffling the males hair at the back slightly.

"Piss off, I'm sure he has higher standards," George chuckled, elbowing him in the gut slightly harder this time, ending in him curling over in agony for a second.

Taking his chance, the brunette ran out the front door in hysterics, the other boy close behind. Arriving outside the slightly younger males car, George slung the door open before falling inside, slamming the door behind him.

Also know laughing, clay ran round the other side of the door, falling into the drivers seat, a smirk positioned upon his face. Before putting his seatbelt on, he leant over to the older boy, placing a kiss on his lips momentarily. Leaning away from the slightly crimson brunette, he did his own seatbelt, before starting up the engine on the car.

The road was desolate, only one car passing in the time it took for them to pull of the curb.

Still smiling uncontrollably, George glanced over to the other male before inquiring, "Are you gonna tell me where we're going or not,".

"hmmm no, it's a surprise," Clay laughed, not taking his eyes off of the road as he pulled a CD from the glovebox.

The brunette only had a moment to read over what it was labelled before the blonde had put it on to play. After a few seconds of a comfortable silence, the rather upbeat song began to play, only widening the boys smiles.

"Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me, do it in my van every Sunday," The males sung rather offbeat, but in synchronisation.

"She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go," Clay laughed, barely getting any words in.

Once the other male had finished his line, the brunette cackled out, "STILL SHES ON HER KNEES AND SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW,".

While there was an instrumental break in the music, the two began doing extremely bad impersonations of instruments being played in the song.

"OH SCOTTY DOESN'T KNOW," They both screamed, ignoring the fact they were getting extremely strange looks by people on the side walk.

The two carried on like this for the rest of the car ride, singing along to random songs that either came on the radio or were on the CDs. Time seemed to pass by rather quickly seeing as in what felt like only five minutes, they had slowed their pace and were pulling through the gates with another group of cars.

"Are you ready to tell me where we are?" George inquired glancing around the entrance for any clues.

"You really are blind," The blonde giggled, pointing above them to an obnoxiously large sign that read the name of a well known theme park.

The brunettes eyes widened slightly as he turned to look at the other male, a smile plastered on his face. The car slowly moved forwards and towards the area where you were told to park, along with the other colony of cars following.

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