He's My Photographer | DNF FanFiction | Kylsxi

~ Chapter 21 ~

George groans as he wakes up to broad daylight shining into his eyes.

He winces at the headache he's experiencing, most likely from how drunk he was last night after that whole Clay obsession thing.

He looks around, noticing he's in his room with Clay?

Surprisingly, he notices they're both shirtless!?

The brunette looks under the blankets and sighs in relief both of them have got sweatpants on.

Clay's cuddled up against George, wrapped his arm around George's waist, resting his head on the brunette's chest.

The brunette smiles at the peaceful face of his boyfriend, running his hand through the blondes hair.

Clay's hand lifts up from the waist, taking George's hand, keeping it against his lips.

"You awake?' George smiles.

"No" Clay chuckles.

"God, what happened last night...my head is literally in hell" the brunette grunts.

"You were hella drunk...you even spilled you're glass on me and you, thinking it was some microphone, that explains why we're shirtless" Clay sighs as he gets comfy again, still not letting go of George's hand.

"A microphone!? Really?" George laughs.

"You sure do have some type of imagination" Clay smiles.

"What time is it" he yawns.

"I don't know, check ur phone, god dammit" the blonde yells with a laugh.

"In your dreams, I am not getting up, this headache is worse enough!" George scoffs.

"You're so lazy" Clay sighs, getting up and reaching for his phone.

He doesn't realize he's already on the end of the bed. As he leant over, he lost balance, falling off the bed, face flat.

George bursts out in laughter.

"Fuck" Clay groans.

He scoffs as he gets up, throwing George's phone at him then walks towards the bathroom.

George calmed down and tip toed to the bathroom, peaking his head through the gap of the door.

"George, I'm trying to piss here, get the fuck out" Clay says, frustratedly.

"Oh whatever, I've seen you're dick before if that's what you're concerned about, besides, I need to cool down" George smirks as he walks in, heading towards the sink.

Clay rolls his eyes and attempts to untie the knot on his sweatpants.

George takes notice and smirks.

"You tied the knot wrong, idiot, that's why it'll be hard to untie it" he says, drying his face with a towel.

Clay ignores him and continues to untie the knot which won't budge.

George giggles and starts walking towards Clay.

He knelt down and untied the knot.

"There" George smiles, looking up.

"Thanks.." Clay mumbles, pulling George up then leaning in for a kiss.

George smirks as he pulls away then going back to the sink to brush his teeth.

The two do their business and finish up in the bathroom.

They jumped back into bed, doing absolutely nothing.