Life Goes On... | DreamNotFound

Chapter 17

TW: Throwing up (not ED)

George scooted towards the edge to give Clay space to lay down. Clay laid down on the very edge of the bed, keeping a whole human worth of space between them.

"Clay." George deadpanned. "You're about to fall over. Scoot closer idiot, or don't blame me if you wake up on the floor."

Clay slowly scooted towards the middle so that he wasn't in danger of falling down anymore.

"Goodnight Clay." George said, closing his eyes and curling up.

"Night George." Clay mumbled. The two soon fell asleep.

Clay woke up upon hearing loud gag noise coming from outside the room. He got up, noticing George wasn't in bed either. The bathroom door was half open but not enough for Clay to see inside.

With a quick glance at Nick who was asleep on the couch, Clay knocked on the bathroom door before entering it, seeing George hunched over the toilet bowl trying to regain his breaths.

Clay quickly kneeled down next to him, rubbing his back carefully. George's grip on the bowl loosened slightly as he looked at Clay, still gasping for breaths.

"You okay?" Clay asked, George nodded.

"Y-Yeah, I think I over-ate. Got too impressed by my own cooking I guess." George chuckled, his voice hoarse. Clay helped him stand up and flushed the toilet, guiding George to the sink.

George rinsed his mouth with cold water and sighed, turning the tap off. Clay ran to the kitchen to get him a glass of water to help his throat, his steps quiet to not wake Nick up.

"Thanks." George said as he emptied the whole glass of water. They made their way back to the bedroom. George got on the bed first and curled up. Clay followed him, looking up at the ceiling until he would fall asleep.

George was asleep, or so Clay thought. He turned to his side expecting George to be asleep but he was staring back at Clay. Clay almost got startled upon seeing him awake.

"What's wrong?" Clay asked after noticing the frown on George's lips that he couldn't see earlier in the dark unless he looked closely.

"I can't sleep, and I'm cold." George said in a whisper. Clay's expression softened as he opened his arms.

"C'mere, I can lull you to sleep. And I'll keep you warm too." Clay said in the same whisper as George. George hesitated for a moment before scooting closer to Clay and putting his head on Clay's arm.

Clay wrapped his arms around George, engulfing the cold boy in his warmth. George sighed and closed his eyes as Clay started humming a soft tune, running one hand through George's thick hair while the other rubbed his back in a soothing manner.

George fell asleep quicker than expected, lips parted as small breaths escaped his mouth. Clay smiled at the sleeping brunette, running a hand through his hair one final time before closing his own eyes and falling asleep as well.

George was the first one to wake up the next morning. He found himself surprisingly warm and comfortable and snuggled closer to the feeling until he heard a groan. He opened his eyes to see Clay sleeping next to him.

George immediately scooted away from him but was pulled back in by the sleeping dirty blonde. George froze as his cheeks heated up. He slowly brought a hand up to shake Clay awake.

"Clay." George whispered, shaking Clay awake. He groaned and opened his eyes to look at George who was trapped under his arm. He quickly pulled his arm away, blushing furiously.

"Good morning, idiot." George said, giggling softly. Clay smiled nervously and sat up cross legged on the bed.

"Morning. How did you sleep? Good?" Clay asked.

"Yeah, better than normal actually." George admitted, still laying down.

"I'm glad." Clay said with a smile. He then got up to brush his teeth and make breakfast. George laid awake in bed for a while more before getting out too.

When George entered the living room, he saw Nick on his phone and Clay in the kitchen making breakfast. He quickly greeted Nick 'good morning' before going to the kitchen to help Clay.

"What are you making?" George asked, inspecting the ingredients on the counter, which was just a carton of eggs.

"Boiled eggs. I thought we should eat something simple today. Now, do you like them hard-boiled or soft-boiled?" Clay asked, pouring water into a pot and putting it on the stove to boil.

"Um, hard? More of a semi hard boiled, not soft and not hard. I don't like a runny yolk." George said. Clay nodded and got to work, putting the eggs in the water to boil them.

"You can sit with Nick, they'll be ready in 15 minutes." Clay said. George went to the living room and sat next to Nick who was scrolling through Twitter. George was glancing at his phone too.

"Do you know people think you're dead?" Nick asked, showing George a tweet about possibilities of him being dead.

"Yeah... but I'm not ready to answer their questions. It's better being dead than that." George said. "The media is crazy and reporters and interviewers can be a handful sometimes."

"I agree. Take your time with things." Nick said, searching something on Twitter. "Your fans love you both. Look." He said showing George tweets from their fans. There were so many tweets saying positive things about them and paying them respect, showering them with love.

Nick handed George his phone as George scrolled through the tweets with a sad smile. Nick watched him and read some of the tweets with him.

George's eyes were teary after reading the tweets but he quickly blinked the tears away and smiled. His fans were really positive through this whole situation.

Soon Clay came over to them with their plates, putting them on the coffee table along with salt and pepper. George put salt and a tiny amount of pepper on his eggs and started eating, so did Clay and Nick. The three ate together in silence.

George got up to wash the dishes while Clay got up to get ready for work. Their days continuing like normal.
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1039 words.

Idk why I made George randomly throw up but I did so deal with it.

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