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Chapter 40: Breakfast

George POV

My eyes fluttered open and I let out a tired and exhausted sigh. I had fallen asleep at some point during the movie marathon that myself and Clay had had last night, watching films that a lot of Clay’s friends like Sapnap, Bad, and Skeppy were in. Although the whole time we were only half watching, since Clay was also talking with me at the same time.

The two of us had both fallen asleep, and I was laying with the blond behind me. It was perfectly warm, with one of his arms wrapped around my torso and my head at level with his chest. It felt nice, with the blond holding me lovingly, making me feel like the most perfect person in the world.

I turned to look up at him only to see that he was already awake, scrolling through Tik Tok on his phone while resting his head on top of mine. “Morning Clay,” I greeted, moving to sit up before letting out a yawn.
“Good morning sleepy head.” He responded teasingly, causing me to swat at him agitatedly.

“What time is it?” I questioned the blond as I stretched. “Cause I have to get to a meeting with my boss at 11am back at the bar.”
“It’s only 9:30.” The blond responded. “You have an hour until we have to leave.”

“We?” I questioned. “You don’t have to get up and get ready. I can just get a bus back over to the bar and you can stay here and relax.”
“Nonsense. I have nothing else to do, the least I can do is help my boyfriend.” The word boyfriend still made me feel somewhat giddy as he said it.

I mean I hadn’t ever had a serious relationship, and the fact that both I and some famous actor who was much better than I was in every way considered ourselves dating. Still though I couldn’t help but let out a small huff. “You are doing too much for me.” I complained. “I really wish that I had something to pay you back with.”

“You don’t have to pay me back, George, this is just what people do when they care for one another. However, if you want, you told me that you were making pasta and salad once, so you could make me some of that.” I let out a small sigh before responding with a ‘fine’.

That made the blond perk up before nudging me off of him properly. “Now, why don’t you take a shower and I can make us both breakfast.”
“Do you mean ordering breakfast from room service?” I questioned in response, only to get a sheepish smile.

“Alright, thanks Clay.” I responded, allowing myself to grin as I stood up, before making a sudden realisation. “But I don’t have any clothes here, what am I supposed to wear?”
“You can help yourself to anything that is in my wardrobe, I can guarantee anything would look good on you.” I ignored the latter comment while thanking him.and heading to his room.

I had never thought that someone would bring so many items of clothing with them to a hotel, I couldn’t help but think to myself as I looked through all of his clothes. Then again, I guess Clay is probably staying here for ages since he is filming that movie so he probably had to have a lot of clothes to wear for all weather he may experience.

Eventually I decided that I would borrow a pair of his black jeans and a dress shirt, since I was planning on meeting with my boss and I didn’t want to seem unprofessional, turning up in a hoodie and sweatpants or whatever. I knew that it might seem just as unprofessional to be wearing clothes that are two or three sizes too big, but that was my only option.

When I grabbed both items of clothing I went into the ensuite bathroom in Clay’s room. I hoped that he would be fine with it, and I was also pleasantly surprised with how organised the room was, since if it were me I would probably have made a mess of the bathroom after spending a week or so in here.

I took much longer than I probably needed to, taking my time to wash in the blond’s shampoo and falling in love with the smell, although it might be considered creepy. I also took a while to get changed since I didn’t want to walk out of the bathroom with sopping wet hair.

Finally though I walked out, seeing Clay sitting on the couch while scrolling on his phone, a big, dopey smile grew on his face as he saw me walking in wearing his clothes. “Wow… you look perfect wearing my clothes.” He commented. “You should do it more often.” I blushed at what he said, before muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ in response.

The clothes were obviously big on me, since the blond was bigger than me in almost every sense. I couldn’t help but let out a couple of muttered complaints about the idea of wearing his clothes all the time, although I couldn’t deny that his clothes were amazingly soft and comfortable. Must be because of the expensive washing detergent he has.

I settled down on the couch beside him and joined him in watching the tiktoks that he was on the screen. In between watching the videos I kept note of the time, every two or three minutes to make sure we wouldn’t end up somehow being late to my meeting. After waiting a while I decided to ask how far away the food was.

“They said fifteen minutes away when I called while you were in the shower, so it could be any time now.” He answered. “Are you feeling hungry?”
“Kinda.” I muttered. “I didn’t have dinner last night, all we had were some snacks. So I’m feeling kinda hungry.”

“George…” Clay huffed. “Why didn’t you say anything? I would have ordered more.” He told me, making me flush slightly while mumbling about how I didn’t need any more, and whatever he ordered would be fine. Reluctantly the blond calmed down after a few moments and went back to cuddling with me.

Clay made himself comfortable with his cheek nuzzling into my hair, although it seemed that he enjoyed the fact that I smelt of his shampoo and soap, and was wearing his clothes. It was foreign for me to be feeling like this, and to be this cuddly, but I just accounted it to the stress of suddenly becoming the centre of the internet.

A minute or so passed before we heard a knock on the door, and since I was the closest I went to answer it, not even minding about the fact that whoever was there would see me in a room which wasn’t mine, wearing clothes which weren’t mine, and smelling of someone who wasn’t me. The girl who was there offering food did seem to wonder all these things, but said nothing.

Once I returned to the couch with the tray of food the blond smiled at me, now sitting up in an eager wait for his breakfast. “It smells amazing.” I commented as I set it down in between the two of us, getting a hum of agreement from the blond.
“After we’ve eaten it then I just need to shower and we can go to your meeting.”

I nodded at his statement before the two of us began to eagerly dig into the meal that the blond had organised for us.
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I was really considering doing an April Fools Day chapter, maybe one where George broke up with Clay to date Wilbur or where everyone dies or Clay reveals he's still in love with Monica, but I didn't.
Maybe next year though.