the man in the suit // dreamnotfound

~9~

Clays pov

I begin walking upstairs after George left to avoid conversations with my parent.

I slam the door to my room and run my hand through my hair, I push my wall hard and a ter leaves my eye.

"Fuck" I whisper and throw the big at the wall.

"You like him don't you?" I hear my girlfriends voice.

"You've been fucking him" she whispers, I look back at her, she sits in my office chair.

"I-Im not gay, I like girls" I say, "that's not what you said in the shop" she shows me a video from paparazzi.

"You know it's just an act-"

"Don't be stupid clay, you like him" she yells, "stop-"

"Admit it" she yells, "I like you, I love you Sarah, I do, I promise" I say, she grabs me by my t shirt and pushes me on my bed.

"We'll have to see if this actually true" she says taking own my pants.

Tears leaves my eyes she carelessly sucks my dick.

"Your not getting hard" she whispers, "fuck, just get out" I cry push her off me.

She slaps me across the face then storms out.

I sit up in disbelief.

I take out my phone and open Twitter.

My Twitter feed is flooded with me and George, I stop on a paparazzi video of when George left.

You can just see the shadows of the tinted limo that George's dad yells something then slaps him in the face.

I open the comments.

'His dad yelled boys don't cry I think, don't you think that's weird?'

'I feel sorry for him, I knew there was something messed up about this marriage'

'Forced marriage?'

'Poor george :('

They know.

Well this is going to make both of our parents pissy.

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George's pov

I know nearly everyone thinks this is forced marriage.

I couldn't care less, it's my parents that have been yelling at me.

"Clays family is coming now" my dad yells.

"You know if you weren't such a brat this would've of happened" my dad yells punching me in the face.

The door opens to our house and we all look over at clay and his parent.

I taste the blood from my nose, I wipe it with my sleeve.

"You stupid boy" clays dad yells.

"Fuck, I'm done with this, figure out your own fucking shit because it's not my fault MY FUCKING DAD HIT ME BECAUSE HE FELT LIKE IT" I shout t my parents and clays then stand up off the dining room chair and walk upstairs holing my nose.

"Clay get back here" I hear clays mum yell, "your guys are pathetic and sick" clay yells and I hear footsteps following me.

I walk faster, I reach the hallway and someone grabs my hand and pulls me back into them.

I know it's clay.

I immediately begin to cry into his chest, he hugs me tightly and leans against a wall.

"It's ok George" he whispers, "but it's not" I cry, I hold my nose as blood pours out, "my nose" I whisper, "I know" he whispers, I pull away, he wipes my tears with his thumbs, then I turn and lead him to my room holding my tears in as I do so.

We get to my room and I grab toilet paper from the bathroom but clay takes it from me and puts it under my nose and pinches the top of my nose.

"Are you still fucking that maid?" I whisper, "she was my girlfriend and no" he says, "why not?" I ask, "because" he says, "because why?" I ask, "because I don't like her anymore and she proved to herself that she doesn't make me hard anymore" he says.

"Why don't you like her anymore?" He asks, "you ask a lot of questions" he answers, "your an asshole" I say, he laughs pulling away the toilet paper because my nose has stopped bleeding.

He wets a cloth then daps under my nose to get the dry blood away.

I admire his face as he does so.

When he's finished his puts the cloth down and studys my face.

He leans down, I press our lips together, he holds my waist and I cup his cheeks.

We makeout for about 10 minutes until someone bangs on my door giving me a fright.

I jump and pull away from the kiss, clay also flinches slightly.

"Get down here" my dad growls.

I stare up at clay, he brushes some hair out of my face then turns and takes my hand as we walk downstairs.

"You to are to keep quiet and pretend you are inlove, George you will not admit that that's what happened in the car, that would ruin everyone's reputation" we sit down in the living room with the others.

"You mean your reputation?" I say, "don't me smart" he stands and raises his fist to me, I quickly flinch and hide my face in clays side.

Clay hold me rightly also, for nothing hits me I look up, my dad sits back down.

"You two are going to a red carpet tomorrow" clays mum says, "it'll only make the situation worse if we do that, I mean what's the odds that we aren't going to asked 'did George's dad really hit him'?" Clay says.

"Shut the fuck up" his dad says, "I'm just saying the truth" he shrugs putting an arm around me, "you guys start posting on Instagram together and whatever else, if you get asked you will ignore the question or just say that it's false" my mum says, I roll my eyes