kidnapper // dreamnotfound

part 18

Clays pov

It's been 2 months now.

I haven't left the house and hardly ever leave my room.

I sit on my window sill staring out at the trees.

A tear leaves my eye.

There's a knock on my door.

I wipe my tear away with my sleeve.

"Yeah" I say, nick opens the door.

"Hey clay" he whispers.

"Hey" I say back fighting my tears.

"How are you" he asks sitting on my bed.

I can't controll the tears anymore.

They pour out and nick walks over to me and pulls me into a hug.

"You really love him don't you" i nod slowly into his shoulder as I cry.

"It's gonna be ok" nick whispers.

George's pov

I walk downstairs in clays hoodie.

"Is that new?" My mum asks, "it's uhh, remember when I told you I fell inlove, his names clay and that package was from him" I say.

My mum smiles.

I haven't worn it around them, I didn't want questions, I'd probably start crying if I got asked anything.

I still do.

I mean I feel like crying right now but I don't want to show that emotion to my sister who's sitting on a stool.

"I knew you were gay" my sister says.

I laugh.

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It's been 6 months.

My mental health has took a dive.

I no longer go downstairs.

I can't.

I haven't eaten for a couple days, whenever I do eat it's ony something small.

I sit in my room.

On my bed staring at the ground.

I could go for a walk.

Maybe try bump into clay.

Then I click.

I'm going to go and walk where he took me and see if we bump into eachother.

I quickly grab my phone and keys and walk downstairs.

"Where are you going?" My mum asks.

"Walk" I say and leave the house.

I walk down the footpath for about 30 minutes.

I reach the old street.

It's changed.

It's more run down and it smells funny.

I stare at the street.

What am I doing.

I can't go down there.

I'm being stupid.

I'll never find clay.

I turn around and walk back the way I came.

I pull out my phone and scroll on it as I walk.

Clays pov

I sit in the backseat of the car as we're driving to the pub nick forced me to go to.

I look at the window and down the street.

There's someone walking on there phone.

Dark brown hair, rather small.

Oh my god

"Stop the car" I say quickly.

"What?" Nick asks.

"Stop the fucking car" I yell.

"Why?" Nick asks.

"Stop the car nick" I yell he stops the car and I open the car door.

I'm about 10 meters away from the person.

I step out of the car and look at him.

George's pov

A car stops infront of me.

I look up.

My heart drops.

Clay.

I put my phone in my pocket as he begins to run towards me.

I run too until I get pulled into a hug.

I wrap my arms around his neck tightly and he lifts me off the ground a little.

A tear leaves my eye, "it's been 6 months clay, where the fuck have you been?" I cry.

"I'm so sorry, it was so hard George" he crys, I place one of my hands on his head in his hair.

"I couldn-I was not ok" he whispers.

"I was like mentally gone" he laughs and pulls away to look at me.

He places me on the ground again.

"Your actually here right?" I whisper, he nods slowly.

I lean in and press our lips together, he kisses back and holds my waist tightly, I cup his cheeks.

After a while a lean away from the passionate kiss.

He stares at me.

"Oh my gosh" I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck again.

He wraps his arms around my waist.

"I love you" he whispers

"I love you too clay"