DNF- oneshots

1-WIWYM

Based off of When I Was Your Man- Bruno Mars

Dream and George broke up three months ago to the day because Dream barley spent time with George and the brunet was done with the disrespect. But, that doesn't mean they haven't been thinking about each other the whole time.

Dream was currently laying in bed listening to random sad songs when Sapnap walked in, "Hey bud." "Hey" "I'm going out with Karl tonight so I'll see you later, ok?" Dream just nodded. "Try to get out of bed, alright? I know it hurts still but something will work out in the end." Dream listened to him, his thoughts immediately thinking about how sad he feels and how angry he is that he treated George like that. "I love you brother. I'll be back later." And Sapnap left, he closed Dreams door and was gone no less then three minutes later.

"Fuck." The brown haired boy wanted to text him so bad but he knows it was all his fault. He's didn't want pity from anyone though either. If he wanted to get out of bed he would.

The songs continued to play as he laid in bed, he hummed slightly to some of the songs but none of them reflected how he was feeling so he grabbed his phone and skipped several songs until one song started playing.

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

He could relate to those lines, not having his boyfriend there made the bed seem twelve times bigger. The playlist they made together when they first started dating sounded sad to him now too.
When Sapnap, Karl or whoever else goes to their house mentions how sorry they feel or mention his name he just wants to rip his heart out.

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo
Mm, too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers
And held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours
When I had the chance
Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

It's true, he wasn't 'young' when they were dating since it was only three months ago but he was definitely not mature enough to realize how he should have treated him.
He wished he was to buy him flowers or any gift in general. But he held his hand enough, that's for sure.
He was never busy he just didn't feel the need to always hangout with him and when he wanted to go out he never went with him.

Dream sighed and when he started to not relate to the lyrics he went to turn off the song when another line started.  

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh
And that haunts me every time I close my eyes

"This is all true" was all Dream thought. He will possibly never get to clean up his mess and it haunts him enough that he can't get out of bed and can't stop having dreams about him.

Although it hurts
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes

"It may be to late" Dream said, realizing the reality of it all, "But what if it's not."

Dream needed to see him, or talk to him. At least apologize.

He picked up his phone quickly, anxious fingers typing at the screen as he dialed his number.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

"Hello?"

"George. Hi." "Dream. Uh, what's- what's up?" Their was some anxiousness in his voice too, "Are you busy right now?" "Nope." "I've been thinking a lot and I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you, I was not really mature about it all. I didn't talk to you as much as i should have, or buy you things or hangout with you as much as I actually wanted to. So I just wanted to say I was sorry."

The call drew quiet for a minute before Dream started up again, "You don't have to say anything, I just felt like you should have an apology. You can hangup when you want."

It was quiet for only a few seconds this time before George replied, "I don't wanna hangup on you though. I uh, I missed you, a lot." "Ive missed you too." "Can we meet?" George asked, nervous of his exes response. "Of course, where?" "My apartment." "Ok, already on my way. I'll see you soon." And George hung up on him.

Dream stood up quickly and put on nicer clothes then the basketball shorts and t-shirt he wore. He slipped on black ripped jeans and a random band tee, slipping on some white shoes and tying them. He grabbed his phone, wallet and keys and left, running out to his car. He sat in it and started it up, his phone immediately connecting to Bluetooth. He pressed a button on his cars screen and called Sapnap who answered immediately. "What time are you coming home?" "Half hour probably." "Ok, I might not be there. I called George. Im going to see him." "Holy shit. Good luck Dream. Hope everything turns out well. Love you." "Love you too." And he hung up, driving to George's.

He arrived to the building and walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on his door which swung open mere seconds later. "Hi, George." "Hi Dream. Uh- come in." Dream walked in slowly and sat on his couch which was only a small bit from the door.

George iclosed the door and sat down next to him. It was quiet and awkward but just being in each others spaces brought happiness. "This uh- this is the first time I've gotten out of bed since I broke up with you." George admitted. "Me too." It was quiet again. "You look good. Your hairs so long too." "You always told me to grow it out." George smiled remembering their conversation. "I don't really know what to say exactly." "Say how you feel." Dream spoke. "I missed you and I feel like shit for breaking up with you. I feel like I was asking too much. And I want you back."

Dream shook his head and faced George, placing a hand on his. "I was the one in the wrong, I didn't pay attention to you even though all I wanted to do was that. None of it was your fault, you weren't asking too much either, you were asking too less if anything." George looked away from him and put his head down a bit when Dream put a finger under his chin and moved it to face him, "And I want you back too. And I'll be better about it, communication, about us."

George had a glimpse of hope in his eyes as Dream moved his hand to cup George's face. "May I?" George looked at him and nodded. The boys leaned in closer, taking their time with it, putting their foreheads together, then their noses pressed together then their lips. They moved slowly against each other, they fit like puzzle pieces. After about thirty seconds they pulled back, George grabbed Dreams hands. "I'm not saying we can get back together right away though. I expect a single date at least. I'm a classy man." George whispered lowly. "I've already got one planned, don't you worry, love."

Dream and George caught up with each other before Dream went back home and told Sapnap about what happened. Dream texted George that he was gonna pick him up the next night for a date.

The date was a nice restaurant then dancing then they went to where they first hung out, a beach that was an hour away.

They were currently laying in the sand and smiled at each other, "Will you be mine again Georgie?" "Of course I will, Clay."

Dream never knew actually how much he missed George, he just knew he missed him. But not only did he just miss him, he missed being his man.

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Tada! The end.

Thoughts?

I didn't re read it so I hope it makes sense.
Also it's definitely not the best but this gives me something to do.

-Much Love,
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