runaway

17 ~ early

- very short chapter !
- happy Valentine's Day xo

Dream's POV

I put the car into park and take a deep breath. I look into the big window that cast a view inside of the library. I see Laila and George talking to each other at the wooden table that George and I used to eat our lunches at.

It was lunchtime, so the sign read that it was closed. Would it be considered unlawful if I walked in?

I open my phone, the photo of George quickly forgotten now that I'm so close to seeing him again. My hands shake as I scroll through all the contact names to eventually find Laila's. I haven't messaged her since my first week of this job.

Hey, can you do me a favor?

I look up from my phone and see Laila pick up hers. So she does still have that bad habit.

Yeah, what's up?

I'm outside the library right now. I want to surprise George because I'm five days early. Is the front bell still broken?

The typing icon going on and off raises the anxiety in my chest. This is nerve-racking and I don't even know why.

Nah the old man fixes it last week.

Can you help me get in without George knowing?

Maybe. Meet me at the backdoor

I chuckle before getting out of the car and racing to the backdoor, waiting for Laila to open it.

When she does, her head peaks through, her box-dyed blue hair styled to curve her face despite the wind. Laila was pretty and I find it kinda funny that this library held not only one George and I but also Laila and her girlfriend.

"Hi," she whispers as she pulls me into the warm building.

"It's-" she holds her palm to my mouth to keep me from talking.

"Be quiet!" she whispers to me, "I want this to be a surprise too."

She peaks around the corner at George and looks back at me. "I'm going to ask to switch spots with him, and when I convince him you'll walk up behind him, okay?"

"Why can't I just walk out?"

"Oh come on now." she rolls her eyes as she walks over the corner and sits down. Soon enough, George gathered his things and switched spots with Laila. Laila gave me a look before answering whatever George was saying.

I walk slowly up behind him, making sure my steps were quiet. Before I move any further, I examine his complexion and surrounding. In front of him was placed a small bag of baked potato chips and The Great Gatsby. The book looks almost finished, his old bookmark hanging out the edge because he hates whenever I save my page using the puppy-ear method.

I take a deep breath before stepping forward and looking over his shoulder quite obviously, "what are you reading?"

He looks up and his first reaction is confusion, his eyebrows knitting together before his eyes widen and a large grin goes onto his face. I can't help but smile back and wrap my arms around him.

"Dream!" He gets up and hugs me so tight before cupping my face and bringing me into a kiss, one I'll gladly accept. I forgot how much I love this. The ticklish but intense feeling of his lips on mine and his taste that felt so soft and caring as if there wasn't a dangerous bone in his body.

"What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be here for another five days!" I smile and kiss him again.

"I left an hour after our phone call. I decided I wanted to see you earlier than expected."

He turns around to Laila, "did you know about this?" She shrugs in response, taking a sip of her iced coffee.

"Not until about five minutes ago. So before you but not too long." I wrap my arms around him and place my chin on top of his head.

I didn't know I missed him this much. Well, I did, but I didn't know two weeks would affect me this much.

"We open again in ten minutes, George. I'm going to take a smoke break."

"Mhm," George hums, holding me closer as he moves his head to rest on my chest. As soon as the front doorbell rings, George reaches up and kisses me again. This kiss was different.

Our first one was a need. It was something we needed to do urgently. The second one was just soft, natural. But this one? It felt forceful, but not unwelcome. I put the same amount of force onto him as we shuffled back a little.

After a minute, we both pull away for air and he just giggles, resting his forehead on my shoulder, his lips only inches away from my collarbone.

"I missed you." He mutters, his warm breath hitting my skin and causing chills to go up my spine.

"I missed you, too, darling." I kiss the top of his head, making my way down to connect our lips again.

George pulls away only a centimeter away to whisper, "what are you doing here?" I kiss him again.

"I wanted to."

And again

"I wanted an extra half week with you."

We didn't really discuss how thanksgiving would go, and I didn't want to. Not right now at least.

"I love you so much, George. You don't understand." I press a final kiss on his lips.

"I love you more."

"Impossible." He smiles faintly.

"It's possible."