Dreamnotfound one shots

"I'm sorry I yelled at you,"

Prompt: (requested) Dream locking himself away after a fight

This chapter is almost the opposite of 'i said I was sorry'
**incase you haven't read it, you don't need to in order to understand**

Words: 1984
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"And what about it?" Dream spit angrily. Standing up from where he was seated with George.

George stood up as well. Head fuming with rage. "Are fucking serious?" George almost yelled. Balling his fists instinctively.

Dreams eyebrows furrowed, not being able to believe what he was hearing.

Their argument was getting extremely out of hand. It had both of them fuming, and it clearly wasn't stopping anytime soon.

The cause was among many reasons. Dream wanting more long term commitment, and George not wanting to get engaged yet.

It wasn't as simple as it may seem.
George did want to get married to Dream but it was too soon. He knew he loved dream, but a life long commitment was something that scared him.

Dream felt like George wasn't ever planing on marrying him. Almost like he was played with for the entire time they had been dating.

George was getting tired of going back and fourth. Constant screaming with absolutely no result.

"God, I hate you!" George suddenly screamed in rage. Pulling on his own hair, while he groaned loudly.

He didn't mean it.

Dream stopped in his tracks. The sentence he was about to say getting lost in his head.

His heart sank. Genuinely.
He felt like the world around him was crumbling. He knew he didn't hate George. Even during the worst argument of their relationship.
He didn't hate him.

Dream tried to respond, but no words left him. The impact of George's words fogging over his head.

George watched dream visibly stop. When he saw once rage filled eyes gloss over he knew he messed up.
He didn't mean it.

Lip quivering, Dream took a quick breath in. Eyes darting away from George.

"Wait-" George began. Desperately hoping Dream would stay to listen.

It was too late. Dream was off to his room.

George wanted to smack himself when he heard the bedroom door slam. So loud it felt like it shook the entire house.

Even patches was scared. Going to hide under the couch from the two arguing in the kitchen.

"Fuck." George said under his breath. Sitting down on the barstool with his head in his hands.

Unfathomable amounts of regret swarmed George. He wanted to cry.
He made Dream upset. He made his boyfriend so upset he ran off to his room.

He was a bad boyfriend, but it wasn't even the worst part.
He was a bad husband. Even before he was engaged.

He knew he needed to give Dream some space. But he wasn't sure if that was the best for the other.
He knew dream. And he knew he'd sob into his pillow until he passed out.

As much as he wanted to tell dream over and over again he was sorry he couldn't. The other probably wouldn't want to speak to him ever again.

Getting a glass of water, George began to walk up the stairs. Trudging towards dreams bedroom. Hoping the other would let him explain.